The Whispering Tale of the Heart (18)

My heart, mind, and body ache. In a village whose name remains undisclosed, I was humiliated, I was accused, yet I remained silent, trying to spare their feelings, pitying them. I hope they realize their actions, whoever they are, for their deeds are truly outrageous. Guess what? *chuckles* They called me a heretic, even though I am loyal to Halla. I will show my goodness, even if you have hurt me and discarded me like trash, and twisted the words I should have spoken to you. I am so worried because my words are immediately granted by Halla, especially when I suffer like this, but Halla is good. With gratitude, now, after leaving the armory, every day, every moment, someone says that a witch, whom I once met and who asked me to write anonymously, bewitched Tingit through her paper parchment. This is because I suddenly hear mixed voices in my ears: the sound of water, the Nij warriors from the Akaren Kingdom, commoners, inanimate objects like parchment and writing ink, animals like incredibly cute cats, plants, and so on, all forming various storylines whose paths I have never heard or seen directly. Everyone in the Palace panicked and performed purifications with spells and incantations using White Magic. However, I enjoy it as a blessing from Halla. Tingit remembers many dreams coming from Nij, and they are subservient to the Akaren Kingdom, led by a sole King named King Simerahsap. One of these dream stories is of the Shadow King, who shouted through people's heads to Tingit, acknowledging her as his Queen or fairy tale warrior. As Queen, I was asked to establish a kingdom that would destroy itself to become an offering for Nates, their idol. But I was annoyed there because how could anyone be so powerful as to replace Halla? Yet, how fun it is, brother, to be pampered with many warriors everywhere, hunched over like old women. I have an incredible number of subordinates, even as their warrior. All of whom are controlled by magic. This magic is controlled by King Simerahsap through the mediation of his trusted sorcerers, which might be a blend of white and black magic, forming a single entity. This is what I heard and wrote down here to share, as I am writing from a madman I met who claimed such things.