After again

However, what Azhewo did not know was that Ariadne, without his knowledge, had invoked a powerful spell that had been in effect for quite some time. And as the prince, weakened by his war against Mertillo, no longer had the strength to fight it, she took the opportunity to throw the brief curse at him. And when the sun rose entirely, and the sovereign wanted to withdraw into his kingdom of darkness, he was not able to do so, for an incredible force was holding him prisoner on the rock. Also the light that now invaded Euho's lost empire began to invade the fallen prince and burn him to the ground. Ariadne felt perfectly the pain that consumed him in contact with this wonderful clarity and the strength that he had to use to break her spell in order to free himself from this luminous enchantment that had long since become a curse for him.

- Ariadne, why did you do that? He screamed, consumed with pain.

- Because I just wanted to see you suffer like that, in everything.

- Damn you!

- I already am because of you. This is my revenge.

The last thing Ariadne heard before she sank into the unchanging sands of sleep was his cry of rage that echoed to infinity.

***

- He was really extraordinary Ariadne.

- Yes, he's beautiful.

These were only the words her friends found to define her lover, but Ariadne herself was so absorbed in her voluptuous and unforgettable memories that she automatically answered them.

After sex, sleep and the exploration of different erotic dreams, Ariadne woke up in Venezia, lying on the huge canopy bed in her hotel, with her friends, for once overwhelmed, and deeply worried. Both were sitting beside the bed and informed her that they had almost prevented the special services and royal guard of Venezia and Adegeor, when a black and majestic creature, the most majestic and arrogant they had ever seen, suddenly appeared in the night, entering the conquered ground in their hotel room and slowly laid rested a serenely asleep Ariadne on the large covered bed.

As soon as she opened her eyes, her friends immediately wanted to know where she was. They interrogated her relentlessly. But deeply shaken, Ariadne gave no answer.

Finally, the two friends had to be satisfied with the sovereign's vision.

By their promise, the three women never spoke of their clandestine journey to the darkest nation in history.

As for Ariadne, she lived almost exclusively for her memories. Just by closing her eyes, she saw him and everything they have together again in a solitude as vast as night. She still felt the burning flesh of her wonderful lover entering her and offering her the torments of endless pleasure. And his words, as sincere as they were fabulous, dazzled his mind like so many stars. He even moaned weakly when the breath of memories was too intense.

Time became flowing and took away the warmth of his body as much as the scent of his skin. But Ariadne only knew that no one in this world would ever replace him in her heart. And even if she didn't know how Azhewo's future and feelings would change, she knew that forever he would remain her greatest love.

***

For the royal trip Adegeor, Ariadne had entrusted her company to her faithful vice-president, Molg, an intelligent being, whose joyful nature was clearly reflected on his face dotted with freckles that his beloved wife, moreover, accentuated by her magic. Knowing his abilities and especially his optimism, the young princess had no doubt about this decision. She thought about her young company that her mother had offered her when she came of age, and thought with a bitter amusement that at least on that side it made sense. Now that she had given part of her job to her faithful friend, she could feel more comfortable and let herself be immersed in her permanent fantasies.

And one day, in honour of the great event, Ariadne was persuaded to take another trip.

- It's really extraordinary. We are invited to the Imperial Festival of Zeujor. Her two friends exclaimed, excited, totally recovered from their misadventure.

- Isn't that normal? Ariadne asked ironically.

- Not really, though. We would have dinner at the same table with members of the imperial family Zeujor.

- This is the first time I would see with my own eyes the prodigy of the most illustrious imperial family in the world.

- I'm touched too, I agree. Ariadne declared, pretending as usual since Venezia. Contemplating with my own eyes the reality of their greatness and pride is a kind of tale.

- Yes, you said so, princess.

The imperial feast of Zeujor was to last fifteen days. It was said in the legend that exactly a hundred years ago, Zeujor committed a terrible sin by spreading himself thanks to Kotomelin - a very rare and special fruit, very famous, existing only in the majestic Zeujor empire - a horrible disease called kistarat - an unspeakable scourge created specifically by a quay-indestructible spell, to destroy any existing magic and to sterilize the soil forever. Three kingdoms had been forced to abandon their ancestral lands forever after the devastation of the virus - like Euho. During this period, Zeujor was accused to death by all nations of his treason, even after proclaiming that he had caught and imprisoned the culprit who had carried out this terrible crime. Empires and people have turned against them.

However, despite this abominable ordeal, this wonderful empire has not lost either its pride or its sublime power. So he continued his journey alone. But only eight years after the terrible event that caused chaos and separation, the world had returned to the gates of Zeujor. He was naturally forgiven for his atrocious crime, and all nations restored their trust and friendship to him.

And they said that all these wonders were only possible thanks to the new great ruler who was only known at the time as the Prince of Light Astieme.

Although he was a teenager at the time of the scandal that plunged Zeujor into shame and darkness, he did everything he could to show the world the courage of his people. The gifts he shared, the wonderful opportunities he was able to offer his own empire and the world that had decided to hate his family and Zeujor for decades because of Kistarat. The shocked world could only be dazzled by his recklessness, his unlimited strength, and they could not help but only love the emperor. A new act of peace was signed and the celebration that followed the historic event was celebrated for fifteen days. Since the festival was transformed into an international feast. Anyone with a pure desire had the right to participate. While the imperial palace of Zeujor welcomed world personalities, leaders, nobles and celebrities, conscientiously selected, to enjoy all their heart and all their vanity, the legendary and colorful celebration of the empire. Also, on that first day, important personalities attended the carnivals, which were held on the imperial balcony.

Ariadne was enchanted by this explosion of colours and sounds, and the laughter of the people who gloriously filled the atmosphere. Their joyful voices and varied foods warmed the empire. However, despite herself, Ariadne was far from the bright scene. She was so tired that she felt a disturbing and melancholic nausea. She strongly hoped that this strange pain was the effect of the overwhelming celebration that was taking place throughout the empire.

"Beautiful. I didn't know the true meaning of that word until I saw the reflection of your soul Azhewo, a way of living beyond measure! Where are you now, Venezian warrior? What happened in your past that hurt you so much that you chose to be condemned and follow this path of chaos and eternal loneliness? Would someone like Astieme Zeujor have understood you, someone who leads the greatest of empires, reigns under the sun and is appreciated by all nations? While you Azhewo are alone and feared, living in an immortal night. If I were a little stronger, I could certainly revive even in a short moment those flames of infinite joy that you may have felt in the past."

Soon, the imperial family magnificently installed in a carriage made of gold and jewels, shining like a solar star, in the middle of a huge procession just as resplendent, carried out the traditional procession, always more fascinating and legendary, greeting the crowd with respect and cordiality, but making them constantly feel their superiority. Astieme, moreover, more beautiful than ever in his costume, proving to be indisputably the heart of this celebration, proudly accomplished a century of custom and national pride. Ariadne did not wait for the end of the procession, as soon as the golden carriage passed in front of her, she had accomplished the bow of deference, she disappeared into her room, her fatigue and nausea worsening, draining her of all her energy and seriously starting to worry her.

But she would have liked to sleep for hours, even days, but she knew she wouldn't be at peace for long, so her parents and friends would soon come to see how she was doing.