DESCENDANTS OF THE BLACK MOON

Chapter 3

The king sat down on his throne feeling bothered; his gaze fixed at nothing in particular as he stared deep in thought into space.

Unfortunately, he knew the day was fast approaching, and yet, the chosen one was yet to be known.

What he was most concerned about was his beloved daughter, who was just 18 years of age. How can she survive the great tribulation that is about to fall on them?

Aside from his daughter's safety, he was even more concerned about those kids and pregnant women in Nazirites. How exactly would they survive this without falling into the cold hands of those monsters?

Was he doing an outrageous thing by not passing the book on to his daughter? Though he had explained everything to her, and even what his father, her grandfather, had told him about the book, yet, he was still having some second thoughts about whether or not he should hand over the book to her.

What is the possibility that his feminine daughter was the chosen one? If ever, his daughter happens to be the chosen one, can she bear the burden? Can she go through all those terrible things just to save them?

She was just a young girl. If, however, the gods of their ancestors want to appoint the chosen one, it shouldn't, and can't be a feminine girl like his daughter.

That's not possible! He knew his daughter was a very strong swordsman, but that didn't change the fact that she was still very young.

He can't tell if his daughter turns out to be the chosen one. Will he be happy? More worried? Or afraid!

He knew the chosen one would be strongly haunted by The Descendants Of The Black Moon: would he want such for his daughter?

The most troublesome part was that he has been reading this book for the past 20 years, since his reign as King, but, he still can't find the answers. At least, he would be less worried if he was the chosen one than for his daughter to be the chosen one. This is exactly what his dead wife was most scared of.

He had admitted to himself that he wasn't the chosen one. He was beginning to doubt if there was any hope for the Nazirites, or perhaps, the gods of their ancestors had abandoned him and his people.

Absentmindedly, he diverted his gaze to the window.

Now, staring out the window, he realized even more, how hard his people had been training, most especially his daughter.

With sweat dripping out from their foreheads: veins popping out from their necks and their red eyes staring deep down into the soul of their opponents.

His people were still training even though it was late in the day. In a few hours, the day will be gone and then, it will be two days left for those monsters to descend in Nazirites.

He spotted his daughter amid the training ground. Her gaze was fixed on the two able-bodied men who were sword fighting.

One thing he hadn't figured out was whether his daughter was more confident than he was, or if she was only trying to act confident and brave.

Aside from being the strongest swordsman in Nazirites, she also has this unique feature about her, which was her astonishing and mind-blowing beauty.

Her deep blue eyes, round face with Cupid bow lips: all of these features, she has inherited from her mom: the queen of Nazirites, who unfortunately died some years back!

Heaven knows how much he missed his wife; but, he was most thankful that, at least, his wife died a peaceful death, other than being alive to experience the t*****e of the Descendants Of The Black Moon.

Kath: the King's daughter diverted her face and her eyes caught a glimpse of her dad staring absentmindedly at her.

A small smile crept across her face as she stood on her feet and walked casually into the palace, and then, to his chamber. She sat down on the wooden chair beside him as she placed her right hand on her Dad's palm which was resting on his thigh. That smile which she couldn't tell if it was real or fake never left her face as she slowly caressed her dad's palm.

"Dad?" Kath called as her dad leaned his back on his throne and hummed a response without bothering to look at her.

On hearing her dad's response and his facial expression, she knew something had got him bothered and she felt it wouldn't be anything else aside from those Monsters descending In Nazirite in some few days' time.

"What bothers you? Don't tell me it's because those monsters will descend in Nazirites in some few days that has got you bothered." Kath inquired.

The king breathed out slowly and said soothingly, "Yeah, I am bothered, Kath! But, what I am most concerned about is, you and the people of Nazirite..."

"Dad, we will be fine. The gods of our ancestors won't abandon us; I assure you, dad." Kath replied, cutting him mid-sentence.

Her dad leaned forward with a furrowed brow and scoffed irritatedly. "I hate to say this to you but, the gods of our ancestors have already abandoned us. You see, the day is fast approaching and there's no one to save us, absolutely no one! At first, we were putting almost all our hope that the chosen one would save us when the time comes, but now, there's no chosen one. We have to train every day of our lives for that day. We are vividly aware of the fact that our ability and strength can't be compared to those monsters, but we are still training because we have no one to save us, and the gods of our ancestors have been so quiet regarding this issue. Dear daughter, I am mindful of the fact that I was supposed to say to you words of encouragement just like I have always done, but today, I am completely furious and frustrated. I know my pretense skills are outstanding, the same as yours, but I can't continue to hide the truth about me being scared. No, I can't. It is becoming way too obvious that I can't lie to myself anymore. In fact, it seems like, the more I lie, the more striking it becomes..."

"Dad, why are you saying all these things? You've lost hope that we can defeat them? Okay, I know there is a slight possibility that we can defeat them, but then, we should believe we can. That's the only way we can encourage ourselves and stand firm till that day. We should walk with confidence and not doubt."

Kath advised.

"Kath! I have a question for you. Are you as confident as you speak?" Her dad questioned, taking a moment of silence to get an answer from Kath.

After a moment of silence, Kath slowly shook her head and admitted, "not as confident as I speak, but..."

"No, 'but's,' Kath. I understand that you hold the position of being the princess of Nazirites and also the strongest swordsman in Nazirites but sometimes you need to let out your fears else, you might... ex... plode; yes explode! Believe it or not, Kath, we are scared. Maybe not physically scarred, but mentally scarred. After much thought, I have decided to ask you if I should hand over the book to you? The decision is yours, dear. Probably, you might be the chosen one to save our pe..." A slight knock on the door interrupted his speech.

Both Kath and her dad diverted their gaze to the door as one of the king's guards stepped in. He made a slight bow as he spoke, "The king, the council of Nazirites would love to have a meeting with you."

"Oh, tell them to come in." Again, the guard made a slight bow and walked out of the palace.

The king diverted his gaze back to his daughter and said, "Kath, you can go to your chamber; we will continue this conversation later. I would love to have a meeting with the council of Nazirites." Kath nodded her head as she slowly stood on her feet and walked out of the palace.

On her way out, she met the council of Nazirites making their way into the palace.

On seeing her, they made a slight bow and continued walking into the palace.

Kath knew that they were here to have a conversation about the Descendants Of The Black Moon. Like, they have been visiting the palace almost every day since the beginning of the year.

She absentmindedly took a stroll around the palace because she knew this might be her last time as those monsters would possess their land very soon.

Two days from now, they will descend and possess their lands.

She would miss Nazirites.

She would miss those people that might get killed.

No one can predict their fate.

At this point, she wished and hoped that, even if they wouldn't survive, at least, their death shouldn't be a terrible one.

Not that she is wishing death on anyone, but obviously, those monsters descending in Nazirites could also mean death to everyone!