27 - The Land Beyond

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Again, why in the hell did Frost have to come with us? I mentally groaned. I'll just have to cross that bridge once I've dealt with the most worrying issue, namely: the queen of the people who took us.

The silence lasted for about three minutes before Jeanne speak again, eyes never leaving the three of us like a very paranoid guard dog. Which maybe she is.

"Who's the other one?" She asked me, nodding to Lestrad's direction.

Which made Lestrad's hackles rise like a cat does when you stepped on its tail, "The other one can speak for himself, and his name is Johann Lestrad."

Jeanne's eyes narrowed, "Feisty." her shoulders tensing like a dog preparing to lunge and bite. If she had dog ears it'd be lying flat on her head.

I haven't seen a cat and dog brawl, but I think perhaps this is what it will look like. Even the others look vaguely amused with the exchange.

"Who are you anyway?"

"Jeanne Sylvan."

"Sylvan?" I cut them off, eyes going wide.

She can't mean... my grandfather Dylan's last name is Sylvan, he's my mother's father. And I remember mom having a half brother on my grandfather's side, uncle Raven or was it Rene? Renzo or something similar? Mom said she only met him at 18 and he lived far from the palace so they're not close. I couldn't even remember his face, but I do think I remember him having a daughter and a wife.

"Yes, what of it?" She asked sharply, eyes piercing me like a well sharpened dagger.

Her eyes aren't a plain hazel, as it turned out, there are golden flecks in them. I can't help but stare, enchanted by the way those eyes shine with ire. But it wasn't a deep rooted resentment like the ones I've seen on people like Lestrad and Hale.

You haven't seen real war, have you? I wanted to ask, but restrained myself. Jeanne Sylvan has a heart of cut diamonds, strong in character and of high integrity, though I wonder how much she'll change once put under pressure. There's just so much even a gemstone as durable as diamonds can take, after all.

"Nothing." I shrugged carelessly, but deep inside I'm screaming bloody murder. "Just thought I've heard it before."

"You have a knack for hearing obscure names, haven't you?" Bindwind commented with a raised brow.

"What can I say, I'm good like that."

Ibinaling ko nalang ang atensyon ko sa dinaraanan namin to avoid broaching that particular topic, kailangan ko munang ma-contact sina Lolo para malaman kung pinsan ko nga ba talaga itong si Jeanne. Ni hindi ko kailangang magpanggap na abala sa pagsuri sa paligid namin dahil talaga namang nakakamangha ang lugar na ito.

There's an abundance of foliage here, like something straight out of a fairy tale. The forest surrounding the water we emerged from is a vast old-growth one, nature has run wild, but there is a worn path way with which our vehicle followed. The oak-brown trees are awe inspiring, their knotted arms rose ever upwards, as if seeking the heavens. An orchestra of bird-song can be heard from behind leaf covered branches, and down bellow animals of all sort roam around dew covered grass, some peaking through the shrubbery as if curious of the intruders.

And at the end of the forest, a palace covered in a myriad of flowers and evergreen plants can be seen in the distance, its towering spires shimmering beneath the sun's burning glare.

Hindi ko alam kung anong inaasahan ko. Siguro ay isang maliit na komunidad na gaya ng sa pinanggalingan ko kung saan naninirahan 'yong mga ninais tumakas mula kay Lacx at sa mga tao niya, o maaaring isang lihim na samahang itinayo upang kalabanin si Lacx. Pero wala sa dalawa ang bumungad sa amin.

There was a sort of village a short ride away that stood between the forest and the palace. The houses are made of fabricated bamboos banded together by tree strings, with thatched roofs of nipa grass and decorative figures of dried flowers and sea shells hanging from open windows.

The air smells strongly of freshly tilled soil with the underlying notes of bark, moss and wood oils, and the lingering scent of the lake that seem to cling to the people here.

May iilang mga tao ang nakatayo at pinapanood kami, most of them, I noticed, have the same facial markings. All of them looked on in slight worry and fascination, turning to their companion and murmuring to each other.

The village was so normal it hurt.

We crossed a wooden bridge atop crystal clear water, and then came the palace. It is a medieval looking castle with spires and towers taller than any in the area, all shrouded by plant-life of all kinds. They feature floats of flowers in grand fountains, magnificent staircases curving around vine covered Doric pillars, ornamental brackets and old traditional sconce decorating the walls, and an enchanting sort of light and magic that permeates the air.

"Welcome to the Lost City of Avalon."


[March 06, 2023]

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