Chapter 45– Found y-o-u

  “Jasmine Erana.”

  The wind broke through a window and began howling through. The sound of the wind blowing was all you could hear. The piercing whistles— who knew a powerful gale could be produced? The mother held her child in her arms to protect her from the gale-force slashes. A man burst through the door, only to shield his face with his arms as the sheer force of this power assaulted and ravaged his skin! What was the result of this barrage?

  The child— crying, was now being consoled by the mother. Her cries died down, so did the wind. With each calming sensation, the gale turned into wind, and that powerful wind just developed into a cooling, refreshing breeze. This child was indeed special.

  “Jasmine Erana.” A man adjusted the glasses on his face. “She truly is one of a kind. 7 years old and already in a league of her own. Especially when it comes to that Soul Pact of hers. Wind.”

  “High Command Officer Gabriel!” A woman knocked on the door.

  “Yes, come in!” Gabriel, still adjusting his glasses assorted the paperwork on his desk.

  “There’s been an incident in the city of Moris.” The woman’s eyebrows grew low.

  Moris, the intellectual capital of Maryen. Mechanics, engineers, mathematicians, artists and philosophers alike come to Moris to seek out the knowledge and best of the best in Laveton. The city was known to be on the radar for terrorist attacks, especially since it was near the Mavelian coast, the Mavelian Resistance movement orchestrated a series of raids and assaults onto the intellectual city.

  “Damn it!” Gabriel threw on his trenchcoat and vanished.

  pwosh! The sound of his teleportation taken place. He looked across a city. The stone pathways, the beautiful and masterfully articulated infrastructure.

  “Yeah, this is Moris. No doubt in my mind.” Gabriel sighed.

  bwwwshhh! The sound of an explosion. Gabriel looked to his right and seen a dark, disgusting smoke cloud, at least 100 meters in the air. The color of the cloud had shrouds of green and red inside of it. Quite unusual for an explosion to have, unless it was Soul Pact amplified.

  Gabriel teleported! pwosh!

  hupp! He held in his breath, walking into the smoke cloud and lifting his hand up.

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  “Hmph!” The smoke cloud vanished without a trace. Where it went?

  *The void will consume it. That’s where everything I teleport goes.* Gabriel sighed.

  *Now to find what I presume to be Mavelian dissidents..* Gabriel began teleporting around the city to locate these rebels, only to find not a single one.

  “Was there really nobody here? So who caused that explosion? And the city seems unusually quiet..” Gabriel looked around in every corner. His long, black hair swinging in every direction he turned.

  He closed his eyes and focused his energy. Spreading his energy, he located not a single living being inside of Moris.

  “That can’t be right…” He leaned on a stone wall.

  He had a quick realization.

  “Wait, if I’m not at Hostia, then who is..?” His eyes widened.

  *SHIT!* He quickly teleported back to his office. Bursting through the doors and running through the hallway of the Military Headquarters. *I forgot, the rest of the High Command was sent to deal with the Archaian protests. So, nobody is with the emperor!*

  He opened the door of the Emperor’s quarters.

  drip..

  Oh, how gruesome! The Emperor’s body was embedded into his own wall, as blood dripped from the wall. His face in terror, so was Gabriel’s.

  “You’ll pay… damn Mavelians!”

  “I’ll make sure of it…!!” Gabriel’s teeth grit.

  Time had passed, around 12 years of time.

  Gabriel Jacques-Cortes was hailed as Emperor, succeeding the previous, unimportant emperors as the modern historians say. During this time— a name was being chanted in the streets.

  “The Wind Princess!” A breeze flew through the streets.

  Jasmine Erana waved her hand as supporters cheered in her arrival.

  The Peacemaker, Freedom Sustainer, the Princess of Maryen! All names befitting Jasmine.

  It was nothing short of impressive. 3 years of being in the military and she had made more progress than anyone preceding her. So much in fact, Emperor Gabriel—rather, the ‘Vengeful Emperor’ had placed her as the right hand.

  Jasmine was summoned to the quarters of the Emperor. She was surprised, the Emperor seemingly called her out of nowhere, what could he have possibly needed from her? After all, it was the middle of the night.

  She walked into the Grand Quarters, seeing his Vengeance walking up to Jasmine.

  “My Emperor… where are your clothes…?” Jasmine looked away.

  “Jasmine, no no, the Wind Princess. I hear you’re making a name for yourself. So that’s what it is.” His footsteps grew angry. “My name… isn’t hailed by the people, yet, your name IS?” Gabriel grit his teeth.

  “I’ll teach you. I’ll teach you what it means to belittle my superiority!” He grabbed her by her wrist, pinning her to the wall.

  Jasmine’s eyes stopped looking away, her eyes went angry as she looked him in the eye.

  “Leave.. me.. ALONE!” A sword of wind pierced the heart of the Vengeful Emperor. His body dropped to the ground as Jasmine looked at his body.

  “I’ll take your crown now.” She scoffed as she walked across the room. Grabbing the jeweled crown off his table, fixing it on top of her head of beautiful white hair.

  The following morning, she came out with in front of a crowd into the hundreds of thousands.

  She spoke—

  “Last night, I murdered this nation’s emperor, in cold blood. Today, I come to you with my proclamation.”

  The crowd gasped. “She killed Emperor Gabriel? His Vengeance?”

  Murmurs on murmurs overshadowed one another. Jasmine stepped her foot onto the hardwood platform with excessive force.

  “Rejoice! As I, the now Wind Queen will lead our nation to riches and prosperity!” Her eyes filled with determination, she grabbed the jeweled crown and placed it into her head. She then, flew her luxurious cape into the wind.

  The Wind Queen was born.

  Laveton’s era of warfare descended into an era of peace, freedom, culture, and most of all, wealth. From the grasps of the Sword Emperor, The First Fearless King, Arthur Rea— to the Wind Queen, the Freest Human. She turned Laveton into an industrial powerhouse, a technological hub, class structure was losing its grip on the hierarchical structure that it once was, now Laveton was about education, arts, and empathy. Jasmine had gifted this nation a renaissance.

  Her rule spanned 22 years, until a certain someone.

  …

  The book abruptly closed. Aurelian held his breath as he hid the book in his pocket.

  *Shit… who’s there?*

  His eyes darted in every single direction until he turned his head up.

  Jasmine Urame flung down from the ceiling.

  “I found y-o-u!”