In a moment, they heard neigh of horses and saw two broughams trotting through the drawbridge of the castle as the portcullis is being raised up. "The dutchesses have arrived. Duty calls. Well, greeting!" the ostler homages Flick before 'jumping' into the bushes. 

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             Hermony is glancing at herself in the mirror. She caresses her linen cyan petticoat, knitted by her own mother, very smooth and gentle. As she lets out a heavy sigh, there is a knock on the reinforce wooden wood door. "The duchesses have arrived," "I know. I'll be ready." Adjusting her chignon and her tiara, she knows she is confident in fighting back.

            She saunters out of her bedroom through the hallway and into the great chamber where she meets her brothers, prince Herel and prince Horteph. Upon seeing Hermony, one of the chambermaid lassie elf, dressed in hazel surcoat, trots toward her, curtsies before her and moves on toward the princess' bedroom to accomplish her duty. "I am big enough to have some privacy. I don't want the maids to make my bed, collect worn clothes, pulled out the curtain, redone the swag..." "You're not that grown up, Hermony. You even don't deserve any nymph guardian yet."

"He is right. You're only 10. You still need chambermaids, royal lessons and the dutchesses as your teachers." hearing Horteph speaking, Herel agrees and nods. "I have my right," Hermony defended. "But the right can't be use yet until you are 16," "I feel like I am growing enough. You don't understand. You are not a lady. If mom is here..." "Stop already!" 

         Herel's shrieking had gravitated His Royal Highness King Trayors Vensher into the great chamber. 
             

1. shrieking - a sudden shout in loud high voice. E.g: he terrified me when he shrieked last night.
2. Terrier - a small dog. E.g: the terrier starts barking when it sees a ghost.
3. Mist - like fog but not as thicker as fog but still can cause sight disability. E.g: i cant drive even in the mist.
4. Boozing - taking alcohol in a large amount. E.g: Resa disgorges all the wine as her husband keeps boozing all night long.
5. Darting - move so suddenly and quickly. E.g: he darts toward me to give back my falling purse.
6. Contender - person who try to win something in a contest. E.g: he is really a contender when it comes to a mega sale day.

27/01/2015's words

1. Gopher - an american animal like a rat, living in holes which it digs in the holes.
2. Merchants -  1.a) person involved in trade. E.g: venice was a city of rich merchants. b) person who sells goods specified. E.g: he is a coal-merchant. 2. A person who is fond of specified activity. E.g: he is a speed merchant and he likes to drive the car like a maniac.

The Babbling of the Day

Me and my dad. Alright...who's next?

English Time with a kanojo part I

Gomenne for this muggy comick... :'-(. My desire to draw had brought out this. I'm not that prowess in drawing... gomennasai. By the way, the kanojo's (girl in japan) name is Kizuka Ikara. (Writing error) -_-

3 Crowns(the falling kingdom) Chapter I

CHAPTER I

"Hey, patsy! We have been looking all over for you," narked by the mean elves, the human lad outpaces them. The five cunning elves gape by the lad flinches before they start to gambol him cheerly. He runs into the town's depot which was once owned by his father, a priest. He clambers the barrels pantly because his hands get clammy so sudden.

         "Watcha' doing?" asked one of the elf that had spotted him on the pile of the empty barrels. The clarion question gravitate his pals. "We does not chase you for nothing. You must pay for the renege, Flick Austern!" "Yeah! We elves never break promises but human does!" the green eyes that are gawking at Flick made him quandaring. He hates himself. He always quails at the elves anywhere at anytime. Such a timid boy!

"Who's in there?" spun around, the elves queer the shaggy greyish beard oldman's pitch before disappearing in the air. 

The atmosphere is quiet chilling. Seeing his pampered son on the barrels, he knows what is going on as he mocks Flick in a querulous tone of voice. Flick gets down the barrels and sidles out of the abandoned depot, thinking about getting a stroll seaward near the castle makes his mind relish.  He wonders if he can meet any royal maids' children there so that he can join them playing.

        It is a breezy evening at the beach. He meanders around the beach when he saw no one there. Feeling lonesome, he lollops on the white sand. Once he stepped on any seashells, he crouched to pick them up and put it into his blue navy satchel tied tight on his waist. Suddenly, he halts. Seeing the moving bushes, he has a premonition that he will be going to get caught by the elves... 'not again. I am exhausted already,' he murmured. He perceives the bushes, stood froze... actually, uncertain of what to do next. Hiding? Chanting? Then, the appeared figure made him astounded.

"Chill... haha. I am an ostler. What's that look in your face, young man?" Flick, again in his world, was mesmerized by the warm gaze of the natty uniformed lassie, piercing his eyes with her sparkling hazel eyes, and he convinces that she is a matey kid. Kid? Why on earth is she calling him a young man just now? She seems to be more younger than Flick. But she looks more manful than him, now this feeling appears again. Such a lack of confidence guy.

"Don't be so febrile with me. I am no crucial person, am I?" the 'ostler' drawled and chuckles by herself.

               

3 Crowns (the falling kingdom)

PROLOGUE 

The old oarsman stops from rowing his boat. The chime of the town bell which was located at the belfry obfuscates him. What is the sign for the rare chime he heard just now? Is new royal baby was borned? Is the town was under attack? Was there any disaster happened? But, none of his thoughts seems logic to him...

       Suddenly, a picturesque tweeds of pixie dust fills the blue morning sky. In a second, pelagic mermaids and mermen appear from the pellucid lake, smiling to their pointed ears.

         The gregarious naiads fly around the oarsman gratitudely. Bit by bit, the oarsman knows what is happening. Even the demure queen naiad smiles slightly. Never once the kingdom receives this rare news until today. What a gaudy moment...

    "It's a princess! It's a princess! PRINCESS IN THE CASTLE!" the celestial nymph reasserted the water creatures while flying askewly. A satyr assauges the over excited celestial nymph by catching her wings. "We fervently hope that there will be a princess in the castle..." "And now, the wish had come true!" "Don't cut my line! I was about to ask that is this princess was the one we were waiting for?" upon hearing the satyr's question, an elf who overheard it shouts in anger. "What a crass question indeed! It had been told by the ancient that there is only a princess that will be born in this kingdom. Only one for real!"