After six months, here is the new chapter. :D

I apologize for the Long abscene and I hope the next one will come a Little bit faster. School is taking the time and during Holidays, there were other things...

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Water droplets fell on her closed eyes. Anjuli lay there, in the middle of a water filled ground, her eyes slowly opening. Sky blue orbs looked around, to the left, to the right, but no one was there. Where am I? She got up, lifted her body and realized shortly after that both her hair and her back were wet and drenched in water. Her sandals had floated away and she found herself barefoot.

What happened?

She looked around and took out the hair ribbon from her ponytail, looking around in confusion, but also curiosity. Everything around her was blue. Deep sea-blue water flooded like waterfalls from the upper points into the lower level. She lay on a golden ground which narrowed further until a small path led to a new room, away from this entrance.

Was this really... a dungeon?

Was this really that something she had always wanted to conquer?

Was this place really going to grant her the power of a king?

"Strange place," she mumbled and got up on her feet. The water reached her ankles and hindered her walking. But it is also... beautiful.

The life needing substance was here in great rations, it reflectet the golden light which came from the ground. It glittered in such a mystical way. "I should get going." , Anjuli mumbled and began to walk forward. With every step she took, the water became higher and higher, slowly also drenching her knees into the water. The backside of her dress was wet, her hair was wet, her legs were wet. Only the front side of the dress was dry. It was like a second skin on her, her long hair was heavy and the tips dropped the droplets like a continuous rhythm.

Somehow it was relaxing.

The place in front of her became darker with every meter and the water got higher and higher. Soon, it reached her waist, so she bowed down forwards and drenched her body into the water swam forward. It was completely dark around her, the water endangered her and her breath began to shorten. Don't worry, Anjuli. You will survive this. You've trained for seventeen years to get this chance, don't waste it.

With every stroke she made, she drenched her hands deeper into the suddenly black water. Everything was so dark; everything scared her a little bit. But she had to be strong; it would be her duty if she captured that dungeon.

I am strong enough. I can do that.

Her heart beat faster at the thought to remain here until someone would come to save her. Anjuli shook her head quickly and continued to swim. She hadn't to think about it or everything would go down. Her hand hit something hard, her eyes widened as she swam a meter back. Writing on the wall began to glimmer and then began to shine brightly in the same deep sea blue, like the water.

Face the deepest depths,

and the highest heights.

Be angel and demon at the same time,

to have a king's soul.

"This is the Tran language..." she mumbled and silently thanked god for her lesson at Marcus. The language of old legends and tales; her master forced her to get through this and she actually thought she would never need it again. She really was mistaken.

"Deepest depths..." the blonde haired woman mumbled and looked down into the darkness. Slowly, the light began to fade and took with it the possibility to see. There was the silhouette of a path.

She breathed deeply in and out, before she took as much air as she could and plunged her head down into the water. Her arms forward, she began to swim, as deep as she could. She looked at the black depths, feeling like she was in a black void. She couldn't grasp anything, she could only feel the water on her body, whilst her lungs slowly filled with water.

She wouldn't last long like that.

Anjuli reached out with her hands and was suddenly able to grasp something. Her eyes widened and looked around, trying to catch anything that could be of her use. But the hole was slowly drenched in a blue light, coming from crystals on the walls around her. Her eyes fell on the thing she captured and was shortly before opening her mouth. She let it fall and pressed her hands on her lips, trying to let remain as much air as possible in her mouth, when her eyes landed on a large bubble which floated randomly through the depths. She reacted quickly; she bent downwards, swam as fast as she could and took her head into the bubble to let out a deep breath, gasping for air and trying to regain as much as she was capable of.

The light became brighter, until Anjuli could see everything around her, noticing five humans swimming and drowning. Are those merely illusions or real?, the thought crossed through her head, while looking to the left and to the right. One woman, one girl, two men and one boy were captured in those waters.

"Be angel and demon at the same time..." Her voice echoed through the bubble and she looked down to find a small hole, which led to a new path. She frowned, slowly swimming down, passing the people, getting closer to a new plate, more words in the Tran language written.

A true king has the duty to protect his kingdom. But whom will he save? Himself or his people? Only pain will show his true way.

Anjuli frowned. What the hell did that mean? She looked up to the people and suddenly had a very bad feeling. Be angel and demon at the same time. A true king has the duty to protect his kingdom. But whom will he save? Himself or his people? Only pain will show his true way.

"I have to save someone but I can't save all? Then... whom shall I choose?"

"It seems like the djinn decided to test Anjuli himself." The magi looked at the sight in front of her – a lake, filled with clear blue water – but there was one thing in that picture that made her frown.

The skeletons lying on the coast.

"It seems like that djinn is a rather murderous one." Myron commented while looking at all the waterfalls, drenching the corpses into its water.

"It likes to kill people. Those are probably the people who tried to conquer that dungeon." Muu replied and looked around, before his eyes fell on the high priestess.

"Lady Scheherazade, what shall we do?"

"We will try to find Anjuli. We have to hurry; I don't know what lies in that dungeon."

"Understo-"

Esteemed magi, I won't let you. A voice erupted through the water and the earth began to shake.

"What the hell is that?!" The younger Fanalis shouted, looking around to find a silhouette being in the water, materializing to come out of waterfall.

It is a pleasure to meet you, magi. It was a silhouette without any face or body shape, only the voice could be used to tell the djinn's gender; a man.

"You must be the djinn." The blond haired magician said and looked at the silhouette. "Andras."

That is correct. My name is Andras and I am the master of this dungeon. His voice became sharper. But I won't let you get to the new candidate. Or else it would be much too easy to conquer this dungeon. He got closer them, standing a few meters apart from the magi. And I have my demands for the people who want to become my king.

"So you decided to separate us from her so she can fit your demands?" Muu clenched his fists, looking with disgust at the djinn.

Correct, king's candidate. His voice showed a hidden note of amusement. But I can understand why Barbatos chose you as his king. You two are very much alike.

"Answer the question." Myron demanded and looked at the djinn with a murderous gleam, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Watch your tongue, household vessel. The silhouette replied and appeared suddenly in front of the beautiful Fanalis.

I am the master of this dungeon and if I could, I could drench you and your little body into that lake, so you may join those idiots who tried to catch me.

Andras floated around her, in a scaring way, so that even Myron trembled a little. That djinn was dangerous and would a great weapon to Reim. If Anjuli managed to conquer it. Muu stepped beside her and held his sword with the eight pointed star at Andras' silhouette.

"Don't you dare threaten my sister!"

Don't worry, king's candidate, I was just warning her. He distanced himself again from them and got closer to the magi. But this is my final word, magi; if she will manage to do it, I will send you to her. But not before.

He faded slowly. Good waiting. He disappeared with a laugh and Scheherazade could only frown; that djinn might be one of the cruellest she had ever seen.

You damned piece of shit, you don't have any right to live. Just die, you only deserve it.

Like thunder and lightning, as if the arm of the man would be hotter and any fire in the world, Anjuli let it go and held her hand close to her chest. She looked at the man, whose beard was long and unruly, his black hair tied together. She shook her head and tried the woman. She deeply breathed in and out, reaching for her arm, when suddenly a new voice erupted in her thoughts.

Please, I will do anything. I will give you my body, my pride, my life. Just, please, give that back to me.

Once again she let it go and looked at the woman. The blonde haired woman didn't like that it was creepy and strange. Were those the memories of the people?

She looked up to find the other man and swam upwards. Thank god she had the bubble to keep the air in her lungs. She reached for his arm, her fingers nearly touching him, when for the third time a voice rung in her head.

I need more food, I need more women, I need more money!

Anjuli shook her head. Was all this really the people could think of? She sighed deeply and swam upwards to the next one. Her hair was lying heavily on her back, when her fingers touched the hand of the boy. She closed her eyes, waiting for the next words.

I don't want to lose anyone, even if they suffer, I want them to live.

Suddenly she widened her eyes and let go of the hand as if it would be like acid. Her blue eyes were set on the boy's face, when the bubble around her head began to leak water into it. She had to hurry and that very quickly. Although she wanted to hear the voice of the girl, she hurried and took the hand of the boy and dragged him down with her. One deep breath, when her legs carried her to the point of the plate, the Tran language shining in a beautiful way, when a new door opened and she got up into the hole, not daring to let the hand go. She wanted that boy to be out of this hell, even if she didn't know anything about him.

Anjuli's breaths became slower, unsteadied and more difficult. Please let me come to an end... She screamed in her thoughts, when something grabbed her anklets and pulled her down. Her eyes widened, when she couldn't feel the hand of the boy in her hand anymore. He disappeared, dissolving a little each second, slowly fusing with the water around them. Sky blue eyes looked down and she gasped, but put her hand on her mouth. Her eyes were kept wide open seeing the skeleton hand, which grabbed her ankle and pulled her down. She set her other foot ready, but also got caught. The skeleton with the empty eye sockets grabbed her arm and she laid her hand on her sword, drew it and hit through its bony throat.

Slowly, the world became darker around her, a voice whispering in her ear.

Do you really want to die here, my lady?

She looked around quickly, but in a second of carelessness the skeleton hand reached out to her legs once again and pulled her to a black whole deep under them.

She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. She wanted to defend herself, but she couldn't. She wanted to grab something with her hand, but she couldn't. She wished to see him now, but she couldn't. Anjuli couldn't do anything.

"Mommy, I'm hungry." The little girl said quietly, resting her head in her mother's lap, who stroked her hair.

"I know, sweetie, but don't worry, you will get something to eat soon."

"Really, mommy?" She looked up, her eyes in such an empty colour, scaring her mother slightly. But she kept her smile, kissing the forehead of her daughter.

"Really. Don't worry, your father will be here soon." Steps got closer and a young man with a stressed expression looked around, as if he were hunted by someone.

"Theo?" She looked up at him, worrying. "What's wrong?"

"They are coming." His words showed an expression of true anxiety, when she got up quickly, the man took his daughter into his arms. "We have to hurry."

"Daddy, do you have any food? I'm hungry..." The little girl whispered, comforted by the warmness her father gave off and enveloped her. "I want to eat..."

"Don't worry, Adira, we will eat something soon. And then you can fill your stomach as much as you want."

Her eyes slightly opened. "Really?"

"I promise. In a couple of hours, you can eat as much as you have ever eaten. Your stomach will explode from all the food."

A quiet giggle escaped her lips. "Okay, daddy." She buried her face into the crook of his neck and closed her eyes. It was so warm around her, the warmness of her father always made her happier, calmed her even in the worst situations. So warm... She laid her hands on his upper arm.

"I can't wait for the food. Food until my stomach explodes. I'm looking forward to it." Her breath became quieter, until her breath was continuous. The young woman looked at the child, worrying.

"Will she be okay?"

"I don't know."

"But she hasn't eaten anything for the last three days. If this continues, then she will become sick."

"But we can't buy any medicine!" The woman complained, stopping in her motion, a reproachful look in her eyes. "I'm sick of running away from the soldiers. I'm sick of starving. I'm sick of you!"

The man's eyes narrowed when he looked at his 'wife'. "What would you do?"

"I could get to the soldiers and try everything to get away from here. If I say who I am, then they will bring me back. Back to my warm place, back where my food is, back where my bed is. I could sleep, I could eat, I could take a bath once again."

"You would sacrifice and leave your own daughter behind for your luxury?" The man couldn't believe it. "What kind of mother are you?"

"Oh please, as if you hadn't notice that! You know that I abandoned my life because of you, but we never talked about a child. That was never part of our deal, never. I left my home behind so I could live with you. But what did you do? Playing yourself into debt and now the bandits were after you. At least I've tried to do something to bring a better life to our child." He laid his hand on his daughter's head, caressing her hair.

"Compared to you, the only thing you could do was complaining here, complaining there and giving a damned shit about my little girl!"

"Your girl? She is our daughter, don't even try to seduce her for you alone."

"Didn't you say that you would abandon her for getting back to your so called family?" His voice was filled with disgust. "Didn't you say that one second ago?"

"If she comes with me, she will live a great life, without any worries and without any fear to be chased by those bandits. She will live a good life with proper education. But what can you offer to her?"

"Feelings, love, family!" He snarled, looking at her with murderous eyes. "A child is happy with some food, but the most important thing in a child's life is the love of her parents. And if she goes with you, she would get everything material, but not the feelings a daughter should get from her mother."

"You will ruin her life with your failure! You will ruin her life with your superficial being!"

"You don't know anything!"

"You can't do anything!"

"She will become a great noble woman, if she comes with me."

"She will become a kind hearted woman if she comes with me."

"That's a lie, it isn't possible to become kind hearted in that situation."

"She will become a thief, just like you. There won't be a bright future for her!"

"You are talking; she won't become a great noble woman, she will become an animal, trapped into a golden cage, without any freedom and treated like trash!"

They both looked at each other with disgust, with hatred, with fury. Nobody could have thought that they loved each other.

But times change; humans and the emotion of a human couldn't hold the disappearing of dreams and desires. It was a fact.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? They both stopped in their motion, in their bickering, turning around to face the man with the deep voice they both feared more than anything else.

"You…" the man spoke, his arms hugging his daughter stronger, who still slept in his arms like a baby. She didn't notice anything that happened around her or the faces of her parents, drenched in fear and anxiety. "What do you want?"

"Oh come on, as if you wouldn't know, Theo." The man replied, looking at him in dirty manner. "You still owe me money, but if you want," He eyed the young girl, "You can pay with the life of your daughter."

"No, you won't get her!" the man screamed, slowly waking up his beloved child. "Adira has the right to be free!"

"Alright then, you will pay with your life. It is rather pathetic to see such a man without any money on himself talking about the 'freedom' of his daughter." The man shook his head. "That's what I call sentiment."

"You damned idiot, that's why you should give her to me!" The woman screamed at the man, who looked at her with such a murderous glance that everyone could think of him killing her in a couple of seconds.

"Mommy, daddy?" The girl whispered and slowly opened her eyes, looking around. "Where am I?"

"Adira, close your eyes! Close your eyes!"

Something red passed her eyes and she found herself in another couple of arms, which held her tenderly. Two bodies crushed on the earth, the blue eyes of the girl looking at them in horror, starting to scream. It became dark again, the picture disappeared. But the scream always remained in her ears.