Aerline is a nineteen year old who loves to help her mother abode from dawn to dusk. She started to become a maid when she was eleven which makes her the youngest girl to be a maid in Novallian Realm. Her dad was a farmer that went home late and brought some vegetables and fruits while her mom is a healer in the village. Her life was so blithe that she don't want to end it like slipping her life at the end of the rainbow. Until that day, her parents went missing and no tidings to tell the truth. Happiness was at the end of the cliff, little by little it's started to crumble down from her dolour. She was left alone, alone in her home where she can only imagine that her parents are still there. The King of Novallian helps her to proceed to grow up without her parents. In exchange for that, she has to serve the perfidious King at all costs to make her life better and peaceful. Aerline didn't use her powers since she was young because her parents didn't tell her to. A power she can heal. Aerline biologically inherited her emerald eyes from his dad and her powers came from her mother.
Born in Enchantychl Forest, gold bosky, big mushrooms the size of a cottage, and glowing plants and fungus that are located in an unknown place. When the people from the other state want to gain more territory. They glimpsed the Forest and admired its beauty of it. Killing the innocent creatures that live, no matter if it's a person, mythical or animal. Aerline's father betoken everyone and the only man mortal they can trust. They bestrew separately to avoid the outsiders attempting to own their homes. The parents of Aerline hide with their baby. Aerline was a moon old when she and her parents hide from great danger. Half of the population survived and the others perished. They died from an unknown curse that can eliminate a creature with magical powers.
They escape and landed as they arrived at the Novallian above dell, that's the day where they find their new home. The Thean family welcomed them and got a space for them to live. Nelie Thean is Aerline's future amicitia as well the family.
Rutilant lantern above, the darkling long branch where it hung. Kristinov was consuming a cooked meat that Aerline cook for him. After a long journey to go to the Dark Tower to get remedy and more he can receive. Aerline was staring above the starry night, hoping that the stars above the highest depth of sea sky can prevail forever. Surrounded by a glowy fungus and flowers nigh where she stands. Fireflies hiking through her kirtle, zephyr whistling around her, and the twilight breeze walking above her pale. A bush like autumn in the side of her she can hear the howl of a leaves susurration bothered her. After Kristinov ate his food, he removed the brown gauge that Aerline put in to heal him. The wounded disappeared like sand that has been blown away by the wind or by the waves of the ocean.
Everytime they camp somewhere, Kristinov always doubles checking it thrice if its truly clear. When he glanced at an unknown creature that includes an ogre, goblin, devil and anymore creature - he'll slay them with no mercy. The few scars on him disappeared as a weird phenomenon occured. Kristinov peeked and he saw Aerline sleeping under the tree, her head was above the little log that her hair scatter below like a cataract but the hue is like raven's feather, in doing so he did the same thing but ere that he smile slightly but however passionless.
The tenebrous knight was summoned by a queen of the Malice. Kristinov Fenock was an artisanal labor slave and promoted to be the loyal knight of the Dark Tower for the reason he was a hard worker and the look that is fitted to be a warrior. His parents died when he was six from torture till death took their life. Kristinov was not his real name, he was named after the queen's ancient member of the family who passed away. Trembled from hunger and toilsome - they treated him like a rodent living in their world. Kristinov obtained power from the Queen after training to be the knight for a year. The Queen's dark arts sucked into the seventeen year old boy's light oak body. Screamed in pain and wept to fill the tower with a river of sorrows. Kristinov suffered from a great unhappiness that he witnessed many violence and darkness. He will never forget the torture, hunger, toilsome and being a weakling. Kristinov followed the Queen's order by morrow, by months and years. His crimson eyes were marked by the Queen and his white niveous hair starts to grow every day until that end reached to his nigh tip of his torso, he will at last cut it by using a dagger. The more he serve the Queen the more the white brume hair starts to grow based on how long he was serving the Queen. His only job was to accomplish the quest and in exchange for that was making his face look younger and be healthy. Kristinov didn't know he served the Queen for more than decades. The recent quest she had been ordered for the Knight was to find his own maiden. He was the only loyal knight is maidenless on her hands, the other possess but only the Knight who serve the Queen have not yet experience having a maiden.
Time traveled fast same as their life except for the knight. Both of them heard something nigh in the bushes that make them woke up, thinking that if it was another goblin trying to steal something from them. Kristinov strolled nigh at it to check what it is. "Ouch!" Both of them were surprisingly shocked that the elf followed them through here. Euphiline was wearing a surcoat with the corset and at the end of her garment was ripped above her knees, she was slipped after Kristinov caught her. Kristinov was already wearing his armor and helmet after he awakened from the noise. "Euphiline, what are you doing here?" Aerline questioned out of curiosity wants to meet some answers. Euphiline sway her crimson hair to her left shoulder.
"Do not slay me pray thee, I just want to come with you" she pleaded and begged to come on their ongoing journey while her hands collided one another with a pleasing gaze. The darkling knight only needs one maiden. He decided to kill Euphiline and Aerline wants to spare her life by moving her body forth to shield Euphiline while her arms stand flatten wide. Aerline pouted with her fury eyes to protect Euphiline from Kristinov. "I beg for mercy do not kill her pray thee" Aerline's eyes were shaking while she glared at him with mercy but with wrath with tears below her socket of her sight that defines to spare Euphiline's life. He move to grab her hand and with his deep voice that can turn everything into a atrocity.
"Alright, if she came back, I will rip her open" he said, the clasp of his gauntlet onto her wrist - making it burn and grate from heat. "Yes. Sir" Euphiline said with a unhurriedly nod. "I do hate to say this but, this is too dangerous for you, you might regret it" Aerline said in a whisper to Euphiline with sadness in her coruscate eyes and she was truly honest. The knight let her go with not lenity and takes out his sword afterwards. Kristinov walked forward, tightly gripped to his glaive like he's about to break the grip of his sword. Euphiline was walking away while Kristinov was breathing heavily behind was ire and the feeling he wants to kill the elf. Aerline realized the horns were missing. She betake oneself to beseech Kristinov but thinks this is the worst idea.
"Let us go Lynx sans this elf"
Kristinov rides the steed as well Aerline without telling him that his treasure was forfeiting. Silently awkward and Aerline can feel the terror will come if she said it. Her heart will asunder to pieces, that naughty elf's blood will be imbrue to Kristinov's hand. Aerline's hands were starting to feel tingling and shaking while her hands holding his above hip. She can behold the Dark Tower afar away as they passed many trees. The flames and the murky shadows along to the winds coming from the steed as it saunter ahead to the Dark Tower. They are almost there to the Dark Tower, a dome with brume below and the cimmerian sky above. They have to get through the White Dessert to get to the Tower. The side of the path has a crimson cactus and warped like a serpent. The sand was mixed with gold and white that can shimmer like the bar of gold. Aerline's starts to feel opprobrious, the distress starts to takeover in her face. If she tells this to Kristinov, probably he will hunt the elf no matter what until he will slay it and without mercy. The sky was brumous like a cave - like it was about to rain below dessert. They're almost there and still without a word for Kristinov. She couldn't take it so she spilled it.
"Sir, I believe she took the horns from your treasure" She said while her eyes is fully shut with her tone that is wrapped with fear and on her visage was a bloom of fear. "I begging for you to let it go, I should not spill that" the moment she said that - her expression was about to burst with her loosen gloom.
The steed has stop his saunter and Kristinov did not move his body but his head turned to the left side. Deep breathing and his grip on the lead was so tight that he could cut it to flee his steed. Kristinov grabbed her hands and said in his deep cold voice. "Get. Down". Aerline begged Kristinov to not to kill the innocent elf for stealing his treasure but the Knight did not listen. The knight and his steed turned back to find the wicked elf. The steed raise its chest to move its knee by circling vertically. As the steed started to gallop, the flame of its tail blazed even more as Kristinov commanded his steed to sprint and the heel created a spark every step the steed make to leave Aerline behind. Ere leaving he said something to Aerline "You are my maiden".
Aerline was left alone holding Kristinov's bag. She headed to the Tower and saw an ogre-like the Black Knight's armor but wearing a Viking helmet. That ogre was the guardian of this Dessert and also the only guard that shielded this Tower. As she stands still at the gate, the ogre examined her with his eyes that she cannot behold from his great height. "Lynx the Meridea's daughter" ogre monstrous voice and big deep sigh at the end shivers Aerline that echoed through the pace of her heartbeat. "Yes, how do you-" her questions were cut because the ogre starts speaking again without letting her finish her question. "The healing maiden, my grace indeed wants to see you". Aerline's eyes wide with amazement while her lips is sucked of curiosity and proceed to enter the tower as the gate opened for her after the yell of ogre shudders her. The ogre bowed after she came in holding a big wooden weapon at his aspect.
The place was filled with Cimmerian brume and the aisle was deep as a petal of roses. Lambent torches at the side and cobwebs nigh them. The sound of outcry of horror echoed as she saw in the middle of the aisle onward was bright blue. A woman in black wearing a deep starry night girdle. Her hair was deep beamish like the sun and her lips were crimson red. Black stems attached to her girdle and darkling shadow laying their creepiness behind her. Her skin was pale like quartzite and her eyes were deep grey like Kristinov's hair. "My peerless paramour oh she came" a beautiful accent echoed the tower.
"My thee grace, I, the maiden of Sir. Kristinov" she kneeled after bowing. The Queen strolled closer to her and raised Aerline's darkling hair with her sharp nails. She envied Aerline's beautiful hair. After that, she hold Aerline's chin and, glared at her emerald eyes and the feeling of The Queen trying to imprecate her.
"Meridea's daughter, you look indeed like her" she said. Beside her was two skeleton knight staring at Aerline as well. "Y-yes" Aerline whispered and stuttered with her eyes that is feared upon the Queen. Aerline was so scared that what will happen to Euphiline and here. Suddenly the Queen cast a dark magic and an ancient book appeared in her hands from a thin air. Her nails were so scary and red polished like blood on her nails that is almost will prevail pierced on her chin.
"Healing maiden should know everything" The Queen passed the book to Aerline. She thank the Queen and walked back slowly holding the book tightly. The dark shadows rushed forward to Aerline making her scream to death. She closed her eyes and open, she was in a room. No window but only one torch can beamish the room as she opens her eyes. She was starting to feel suffocating and burning from the heat. The book was still in her hands. The floor was covered with ichor and the ceiling was covered with full of termites.