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Prince Wars

PRINCE WARS

THIRD E-BOOK OF THE ROYAL WARS

 

 

 

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Shakespir Edition Copyright 2017 Pamela Joan Barlow Shakespir Edition, License Notes This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Shakespir.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

 

 

 

Present day and place

 

 

Year 3060

Day 80th

Springtime season and weather

 

 

2nd hour (early afternoon)

 

 

Kingdom of the Sand

Home of Imperator Kung, his wife Imperatoress Haildrameme

and his two daughters

first royal Princess Pelf and second royal Princess Nixie

 

Tan and beige beach with streaks of yellow dancing lightning bolts

Hot temperatures with bright sunlight and blue sky

 

 

6th level floor location

Bath Hall setting

Hot steam and wet floors

 

 

The room was a square shape of tan colored hard walls and four stories tall with one-fourth of the wall made of glass to show off the array of individual yellow lightning strikes that streaked across the blue skyline during the day and nighttime hours.

There were two rows which contained a set of individual long hard tables that could hold one outstretched naked body. The flood of white heated steam covered the walls, the floor, the tables, the air waves, and the face of Cumberrun. He coughed in the heated air and exhaled with a tongue of sweet breath, wiping off with a sweaty face.

The bath hall space could be utilized by any royal, male or female. Usually, the male royal would rest on top of a long table in the nude while a pair of firm and warm hands will massage a certain body part with a slight grunt of the motion. The hands belonged to a slave girl, who hailed from the geographical arena which was known as the Freelands and not part of the Confederation. Each slave girl entertained each male or female royal with a hand massage. She wore a long and sleeveless white dress over a tall body of naked dark tinted skin with a head of black colored long hair in a tight ponytail and a pair of blue and white swirling eyeballs. She was blind, but used her firm hands to see, taste, and feel.

The group of slave girls lived far behind the scattered row of servant sand castles. The mountainous region of the Freelands resided far away behind the landscape of the Kingdom of the Wind, but no other royal teen had visited there before, only the adult royal males. Then, the adult royal males would trade a young female for a wagon of metal components either, maintaining the vile human sale barter with the two nations.

Within the Kingdom of the Sand, the tan colored Social Tower Building stood tall within the tan colored sands between the two shorelines of the Delta salt water and the dark blue Great Ocean like a high beacon which could be similar to a shoreline lighthouse. She guessed during the day the twenty-ninth floor of glass windows which reflected the sunlight to each passing ship through the ocean waters and at night, the window bounced by the moonlight rays back into the dark skyline for all sailors to see also.

Far behind and slightly beside the Social Tower Building, there were a set of scattered and clustered three and two story sand castles that exclusively belonged to the teen and the adult royals.

Further behind the royal sand castles, there were the five story sand castles without windows where the group of servants lived and thrived when not waiting on each royal.

Inside the archway, each rude and laughing native moved in and out between the series of rolling waves of heated white colored steam and turned, scanning all the walls, the windows, the ceiling, the floor, and each upright stationary massage table while coughing out all the heated air from a tight throat.

Cumberrun moved ahead with a sneer after shoving his tall body through the heavy crowd of natives that resided within the Confederation and stopped, standing near the archway with a gasp. The fourth floor was a bath house, where an ocean of drifting steamy water currents floated around the moist and steamy room as and, his eyeballs stared at each lovely sight of two folded naked bodies that fucked on top of each massage table.

On top of one the numerous massage tables near the forward wall, a naked male rested on a back spine beside a naked girl. He lifted a naked arm into the air and as he yelled with a laugh. “Hey, slave girl! Come over here, if you can see me!”

A naked girl rested beside her naked boyfriend in a semi-cuddle with a sour frown. “She can’t see. She is blind, dumbass.”

He sneered. “Well, she can still touch me. Hey, slave girl! Can you hear me? Come over here right now!”

A second naked male on top of next massage table was fucking another male and yelled in fury. “I can hear you, too, stupid! Shut up, man!”

The first naked male continued to hold an arm into the air with a sneer, “Shut up, asshole! Hey, slave girl! Come over here to me! Come over here and massage my dick, slave girl!” He laughed.

Inside the archway of the bath house, Cumberrun gasped in shock and then sneered with a whisper of angry for his eardrums only while standing in place, staring with a set of fireballs at the rude, naked male on top of one of the numerous massage tables. “I will come over there to massage your naked ass, sir. Then, I will break your wrinkled naked penis into two separate pieces while I slam your two hairy balls into two puddles of dog piss, dickhead. Then, you can order me around the steam bathing room with your new girly whine. You got no right to boss people around which includes that cute slave girl,” he reached out and shoved away the crowd of people with a sneer, moving towards the nasty teen with the good intention of a social lesson of manners. Then, the tan colored cheekbone face patch tickled his skin and sung with the tiny words of Strawn. Cumberrun reached up and slapped the face patch into activation with a sour frown while repeating the words of his princely brother. “Where in the hell am I? Where in the fuck are you, Strawnella?”

He paused and listened to the one-side vile conversation from Strawn through the cheekbone face patch in silence.

He said into the cheekbone face patch with a sneer, “Yeah! I had to shove my ass through a set of smelly and heated bodies and then stand here on top of the sixth floor. Where is your ass located?”

Pause.

“Yeah! I can hear the roar of the crowd through the face patch too. There is a crowd of assholes in here too.”

Pause.

“What am I seeing?” He laughed with a smirk. Well, there are numerous…” He gasped with worry. If Cumberrun told Strawn about the naked bodies on the sixth floor, then his brother would come up and investigate also. He exhaled with annoyance. “Yeah! There are some unusually activities up here too. However, I don’t see the ‘pretty seat.’ I’m leaving now from the sixth floor and moving up the next floor. Are you scouting out the fifth floor and then the seventh floor?”

Pause.

“Good. We will meet on the top floor of this building. Good luck, bro!” Cumberrun back stepped from the archway and spun around, shoving a set of shorter and greedy natives away from both sides of a body with a smile at the female. “Hey there, pretty girl!”

Outside the long hallway that led from the staircase, Nixie held the dress hem of the gown and slowly moved ahead through a slick opening from the pair of Sun guards, sneering at Cumberrun. “I am a princess, not a pretty girl.”

“You’re an ugly bitch princess then,” Cumberrun stood in place with a laugh and turned to face the archway, following behind the ass of the nasty princess with curiosity, stopping and stood in the archway with a sneer to see the action. Nixie entered the Bath Hall with a sneer and stopped, standing behind the slave girl, who continued to message the body of a naked male. Nixie pointed down at the edge of the white tinted ratty dress on the female slave with a laugh. “Take her right now!”

A pair of female Sun guards moved ahead with a stern face and stopped, reaching out, grabbing an arm of the slave girl in silence, dragging the slave away from the naked male.

“Hey, bitch! She was messaging my dick. You can’t have her warm hands,” the young male growled at Nixie.

Nixie spun around to face the crowd and the archway, leading the slave girl and the two female Sun guards with a sour frown and a sour tone down toward the crowded hallway. “Massage your own dick, asshole!”

The young male on top of the massage table snarled with a sour frown at the back spine of Nixie. “Hey, you! Come back here with my slave girl right now!”

Nixie laughed with a wicked grin. “Don’t worry! She’s coming back here, very soon,” she moved through the narrow space of two Sun guards between the standing and screaming crowd of rude and loud natives while bumping into the other elbows and biceps of each person, moving ahead back toward Cumberrun, strolling ahead into the crowded hallway and then towards the staircase.

 

 

7th floor level

Art Hall

Interior setting

 

 

Strawn slowly climbed up the enclosed staircase with the rest of the natives and slipped off from the staircase, turning to face an archway on the seventh floor within the Social Tower building, where a set of embedded light lamps illuminated a busy hallway that came from a group of body heat signatures. He stopped and stood with some of the other natives inside the archway, feeling weird and confused.

The native girl pointed with a giggle at some of the people inside the room. “This is the Art Hall where all the royal art paintings are kept.”

Inside the hallway of the Art Hall of four stories tall, the floor was dotted with a set of naked upright people between the two walls who wore a colorful art piece over an exposed nude body. Some of the naked girls were finger fucking each other’s pussy upright while wearing the torn piece of art work around the waistline.

Some of the naked couple was performing a fucking action in an upright pose while wearing one single piece of art work that was cuddled around the two bodies. As the couple shifted back and forth during sex, the piece of art work stretched and ripped through the fabric canvas.

Strawn laughed with a smile. “What a bunch of fucking nuts? I hope that I find Teath really soon, so I can leave out from here,” he back stepped with a chuckle and spun around, dashing back into the crowd on the staircase.

 

 

8th floor level

Assembly Hall

Interior setting

 

 

She sat on the bottom tier of homemade rough wooden bleacher and held both hands over each sensitive eardrum with a sour frown while hearing the loud cheers, foot stomping, and louder screams from every single native of Confederation. Pio danced in the middle of the Assembly Hall floor while entertaining all the natives with her shaft skills. All the adult royals and the male teens had gone to war for fun while Ovilla was stuck here to oversee nothing and having no fun. She exhaled with a puff of frustration and boredom.

Pio tossed the shaft into the air and elegantly twirled in a completed circle, stopping in place, catching the rotating shaft, bowing down onto both kneecaps with a hidden smile. The audience cheered, foot stomped, and screamed with fun. Pio stood upright with a smile with both arms into the air. “Thank you! Thanks! I must change my sweated and soiled clothing for the next exhibition act. Please feel free to eat and move around,” she dashed ahead with a smile and ran through the crowd, hand slapping with a laugh and fist bumping with a hiss towards the hallway bathroom to change the clothing.

Ovilla stood upright with a sour frown and moved ahead from the bottom row of the homemade bleacher, stopping, and stood in front of one particular life-sized granite status of tan hue with a smile. “Hey, little man!”

Orkey continued to sit down over the curved skull of the life-sized male granite statue with a sour frown of the finished exhibition. “I am insulted, princess.”

She smiled. “Hey, little man! Do you wanna get outta of here?”

He stood upright on top of the curved skull with a smile and wiggled both hips with a wink at pretty princess Ovilla. “Yes! Yes! I would. I would do. I do with you.”

She raised up on a set of tippy toes and reached out, grabbing the oracle from the curved skull of the statue, slamming his body upright and down onto the dirty floor in front of her shoes, shoving Orkey towards the side wall with a sneer. “Then, move it! We are going someplace special, just the two of us.”

Orkey moved ahead with a smile and rubbed both hands while wiggling the hips with the new girl with a giggle. “I do. I do. I do with you, too.”

They slowly moved ahead through the thick crowd of natives towards one of the three open archways and fought a foot path back down the single staircase.

 

 

 

Pamburg Kingdom

Home of dead King Conic and his wife dead Queen Shemerry

and thirteen dead princesses

and single live and breathing Princess Teath

Warm temperatures and bright stars with moonlight

Mountain castle location

Princess throne room setting

 

 

The princess throne room was really an extra-large cave-like a room with a set of four solid walls and a high ceiling of natural coated black colored stone which was really a curvy out hole inside the mountain. The four walls blocked out the weather elements of heat and sun. The front of the princess throne exhibited a single arched doorway of stone where a set of burnt plant stems dangled in the air and a pair of dead squires rested on the bloody floor. On the far side wall inside the princess throne room, there stood two individual throne chairs made of the same black stone on the wall to disguise the bodies. Inside one of the pits, Pamburg Squire Number Fifty-Six continued to rest on a back spine on top of the scattered red and gray tinted ashes with a loud groan of pain after the vicious fall off the narrow ledge. He slowly sat upright and posed on the legs, wiping off the blood from a pair of busted lips and a set of blooding nose holes. He slowly stood upright from the floor with a louder moan of pain and shuffled ahead towards the short concrete wall, slowly climbing on top of the narrow ledge, and stood upright in place with a loud hiss.

Inside the cavern, the queens had exited out from the darkened princess throne room and stood in the middle of the cave floor with a set of giggles and smiles. They had defeated the squires of eth Pamburg Kingdom. Now, each royal son was leading a group of Confederation warriors to kill the fourteen Pamburg princes. Then, the entire kingdom would belong to the queen and kings of the Confederation.

Inside the princess throne room, the squire slowly moved ahead and held the back of the bloody rear skull, where he had not died but exhibited a splitting headache with a pair of ringing ears and a pair of blurry eyeballs. He slowly moved ahead through the archway with a gasp and spun around moving backward while staring at the two dead squires, who were also his personal friends.

“Look!” Queen Ylangling pointed at the squire with a shock.

Glay spun around and sprinted forward with a growl, reaching out and grabbed the squire by the front of the neck, holding the horizontal shaft of blades at naked neckline.

“Don’t, Glay!” Marquee Jennessee spun around with a gasp and then smiled. “We need a servant, since you killed everyone today with your bloody shaft. I wanna go up to the lake and swim within the sweet water. Then, I want a cold beverage and a tray of hot food. He is the only servant here on the entire mountain complex, until we can move in our staff of personal Sand servants on tomorrow morning.”

Duchess Torgeezus grinned with a nod. “I concur.”

Ylangling smiled with a nod. “I agree.”

Haildrameme frowned. “Put down your shaft! Release him, Glay!” Glay huffed in fury and released the squire. “Take off your clothing!” The queens giggled with a grin at the squire.

“What?” He held the rear of the skull with a sour frown.

“Take off all of your clothing! Then, you cannot escape from us or harm us.” Haildrameme pointed at the clothes with a smile. He slowly removed all the battle gear, starting with the chest vest, a pair of trousers, and the pair of knee high boots while keeping on the underwear. Each queen giggled with fun. Haildrameme smiled. “Follow me! We’re going to tour the mountain castle. What is the stairs that leads to the second floor?”

He exhaled with a huff of embarrassment. “The princess domes are located on the second floor.”

 

 

Princess dome location

Second level sitting

 

 

Haildrameme swung around from the princess cavern with a smile and dashed ahead, climbing up the rock coated staircase, stepping off onto the second floor, dashing ahead and stopped, staring into the first princess dome.

Each dome had been strategically spaced for personal privacy and personality charge of each alive and breathing sister princess. Once upon a time, an alive and breathing princess could lounge on top of an elevated chair on top of the flat rock floor with a color coded face patch, communicating with all the sisters or one. Thus, the princess dome could keep the dueling catfight to a minimum between the set of sassy sisters.

Haildrameme dashed ahead over the exterior balcony with a racing heart and a mind of excitement and turned, scanning each dome with a gasp of beauty. The dome had an open structure which featured a living setting space with a set of elevated throne chairs and sofa, a sleeping space with a single bed frame that hugged the rear of the smooth midnight blue tinted mountain rock for privacy for each princess sister while blocking the heat and secretly reading an arm patch for fun. Each individual empty princess dome and moved around a curved open balcony that served as a hallway. Each princess dome was built with a set of four upright arched columns underneath a dome rooftop.

She continued to dash ahead with a giggle. “The sight is so far that I can almost see the heavens. Look at this! The exterior balcony goes completely around the other side of the mountain castle. It is so pretty and quiet up here!”

Jennessee stepped off the staircase and followed behind Haildrameme, staring into each dome. Now the dome was empty and lifeless without the pretty and lively sister princess. She continued to run down along the open balcony with a sneer, “Except, for Haildrameme and her big mouth! Shut fuck up, darling! So, we can all enjoy the sun and the view of heaven too.”

The other queens slowly stepped off the staircase and swiftly followed behind the queen line while staring into each dome with a smile.

At the front of the queen line, Haildrameme leaped into the air with a grin and flew over the flat stream of water, landing in the water with a giggle, slowly stepping out of the water and stood upright on top of the rock exterior balcony. She removed the gown and dropped the fabric onto the hard surface, moving ahead, scooting around each docked jettie with a giggle and a grin.

Each queen followed behind the naked ass of Haildrameme and slowly peeled off the gown and the shoes also while hopping over each stream of running water that flooded down from the fresh water lake on top of the flat peak and then landed on top of the flat rock with a giggle and a grin.

Glay swiftly climbed the staircase and stepped off onto the solid surface with a smile slowly removing the long gown with a laugh, strolling over the exposed balcony floor on the side of the mountain castle with a smile in nakedness. She whipped her shaft side to side into the air with fun while studying the first princess dome. She enjoyed the bright sun and the cold breeze on top of the mountain castle, deciding which dome to select for her personal room. She stopped and stood in front of the first object with a smile as all the other queens leaped into the air, soared over each stream, and landed on the other side, rushing ahead. Glay reached out and touched the smooth metal object with a naked hand and a smile. “What is this conception?”

Pamburg Squire Number Fifty-Six slowly followed behind a line of naked asses on each queen and stopped with a face of dried blood, standing in behind the naked ass of Glay, reaching up and picked off the dried blood, examining the small open wounds for an infection. He exhaled with a huff of annoyance. “The gigantic placid lake drains down the mountain in a series of waterfalls. To access the waterfall, a princess would ride and fly inside the jettie. That is a short term air ship from the princess dome and then up to the king dome.”

“Open it up!” Glay pointed the shaft at the jettie with a sneer.

He frowned. “I cannot.”

“I order it.”

He exhaled. “I cannot.”

Glay spun around with a sneer to see the squire and reached out, shoving the bigger tip with the pointy blade on her shaft with a sneer into the edge of his throat at the Adam’s apple. “Open it up!”

The line of other queens stopped and then spun around with a gasp, racing back to Glay and the jettie ship at the first waterfall of water. Some of the queens stopped and stood in front of the stream of water. The other queens leaped from the balcony, into the air, over the stream, and landed near Glay, standing at the nose profiles of Glay and the squire.

Naked Jennessee parked both hands around a pair of naked breasts with a tickling sensation and a giggle, staring with a grin at the squire, “What is wrong here, Glay?”

“What are you doing, Glay? He is the only servant on the mountain castle. Do not kill him! He will wait and service us as we watch the defeat of the Pamburg Kingdom.” Naked Haildrameme stopped and stood in front of the stream of sparkling water with a sour frown as the warm sun tanned on a naked body and the light breeze tickled her breasts.

Naked Glay reached out and touched the object with a sneer. “What is this thing?”

The squire exhaled with annoyance while captured and working as a real slave. “The jettie is an enclosed airship without windows to protect each sister princess from harm. The jettie is remote controlled from the king dome when it is used to travel from each princess house and land on top of the natural lake platform at the peak of the mountain for a fun day or evening of water play. The rest of the planet is too wild and violent for a vicious viper much less a princess. The shortest mountain on Pamburg houses a placid lake and a majestic dome, where the king and queen lived, who watch over each precious daughter. The lake waters slowly and calmly flowed down one side of the short mountain into a set of sixteen sparkling mini-rivers. Between each placid mini-river, a princess dome was built that totaled fourteen. On the outer edges of the two mini-rivers, there is not a dome structure. Thus, the king and the queen of Pamburg always birthed a set of fourteen princesses that represent the strength and the survival of the short Pamburg Mountain.”

Naked Ylangling smiled at the jettie and reached out, touching the smooth metal with a pair of naked breasts with a giggle and a grin. “It is cold!”

Naked Glay pointed the shaft at the jettie with a sour frown. “He will not open up this thing which is called a jettie. It is an air ship, since it is the only transportation up to the lake on top of the mountain.”

Naked Torgeezus spun around from the jettie with a smile and shaded the eyelashes to see the height of the mountain castle. “O. That is bad. O. That is important. Then, you open it for us, Glay.”

He exhaled with a huff of annoyance at the stupid queen. “I cannot open the jettie either. The metal only contains a hand print of each of the dead fourteen princesses. My hand print or my blood will not activity the metal, even if you cut my throat or sever my hand for the gory task.”

Naked Glay nodded with a tern face and continued to roam both hands over the smooth metal. “Yes! That makes sense to me. Our technology of metal hand imprintation is very sophisticated.” She nodded with a stern face. “I believe you.”

Naked Torgeezus continued to stare at the mountain peak with a puzzled brow. “So, how do we get up and see the mountain lake?”

Naked Ylangling nodded with a smile. “We go back down and ride inside one of the airships.”

He smiled at each naked woman. “There isn’t a flying airship that is located here on the top of the mountain castle. The jettie is the only air transportation up to the mountain lake.”

Naked Jennessee reached out and shoved both hands onto the ship with a puzzled brow. “The jettie does not shift away from the water spot. It is too heavy for my hands.”

Naked Torgeezus spun around from the mountain peak to see Haildrameme with a puzzled brow. “O. So, are we going to go back home to the Confederation lands?”

Naked Glay sneered. “No! We are not retuning back home to the Confederation. We are invading the Pamburg Kingdom. We are the new rulers here and we are staying until we rule everything.”

Naked Torgeezus spun around from the jettie with a giggle and ran ahead through the water with a giggle. “Then, there is another way up and onto the mountain lake. Let’s find it, ya’ll!” She dashed ahead over the rest of the curved balcony, stopping at the end of the hard surface, and turned, stepping down a set of rock coated stairs with a puzzled brow.

The other queens spun around with a grin and dashed after the naked ass of Torgeezus, splashing over the shallow stream of water with a giggle, racing towards the end of the balcony and turned, running down the steps and entered the cavern mouth also.

The squire exhaled with a huff of both annoyance and worry about his life and his kingdom, slowly moving over the rock-coated balcony, splashing a pair of naked feet into the cool water stream also with a stern face and followed behind the line of queens.

 

 

Nan cavern entrance setting

Cool temperatures and semi-darkness from sunlight

 

 

Naked Torgeezus moved inside a few feet and stopped with a puzzled brow, standing in middle of the cave. The cave room had been cut off with small hole where a single bed mattress stood on top of a wide stand with a set of messy blankets in the solid color of tan without a pretty pattern of flowers. Each queen followed behind Torgeezus and stopped to face each cubby holes, forming a semi-crooked line inside the long cavern.

Naked Jennessee sniffed the air waves with a smile. “I smell the piney odor.”

The semi-naked squire had strolled down the end of the balcony and turned to face the staircase, climbing down each step, and entered the cave, stopping a few feet with a smile at each naked woman. “A Pamburg native smells like piney scent.”

Naked Ylangling moved ahead with a smile and entered one of the cubby holes inside the wall of the dark cave. “O. It is a cave.”

“What is this place?” Naked Glay turned and moved ahead, entering a different cubby hole for inspection with a puzzled brow.

He continued to stand and smile at each queen. “This is an enclosed and dugout cavern. This is where all curved portion of the princess throne room runs into the rock of the mountain in the rear of the dark cave, where the nurse or Nans lived.”

Naked Haildrameme slowly moved around and stopped in front of one cubby hole without entering with the room with a puzzled brow. “It’s all dark and enclosed like a cave. Does an animal live in here?”

“No.” The squire continued to stand with a smile at each wandering queen.

Naked Jennessee whirled around and exited the cubby hole with a puzzled brow. “Why is it so depressing and dark inside here?”

The squire smiled at each wandering queen. “I am guessing here. But you have never babysat fourteen whining little girls before,” he laughed with the queens.

Naked Glay continued to stand upright and survey each curved cave wall with a puzzled brow. “How do we get up onto the mountain lake?”

He smiled. “Each princess flew inside the jettie to travel from the princess dome up to the mountain lake castle.”

Naked Glay continued to stand and frown at each curved wall of solid purple tinted rock. “The jettie does not open with any of our hand print.”

“There is not an exterior set of steps that climb up to the mountain lake. So, there is some type of hidden door inside here. Go and examine each solid portion of the cave wall!” Naked Haildrameme moved ahead with a stern face and stopped, standing between the cubby holes, reaching out and slapped both flat palms over the smooth rock.

Each naked queen spun around and moved ahead, stopping, and stood in front of some solid portion of the cave wall, reaching out and slapped both flat palms, rubbing the smooth rock for a hidden seams or a secret passage way.

“Queens, there is not a hidden door in here. The only method for each one of you to fly up to the mountain lake is by a jettie,” he continued to stand and smile at each queen.

Naked Glay back stepped with a puzzle brow and reached down, grabbing the shaft, and lifted the shaft up into the air. She reared back and slammed the shaft forward into the solid rock wall with a loud whamp. A section of soft purple colored dirt wiggled side to side and then dropped down, landing on top of the clean rock floor. She stared through the oval shaped hole with a gasp. “Yes! There is a secret passage. And I have found it here on this wall. It runs along the side with the rock-coated staircase. It is a covered doorway with a set of more rock-coated steps.” Each queen back stepped with a gasp and spun around to face Glay and the broken wall with a smile, dashing ahead and stopped, standing i front of the tiny opening. Each one reached out and touched the soft dirt, tearing the hole bigger and wider, revealing an empty space of musty air.

Naked Jennessee back stepped with a sneeze and a frown, looking down to see a pair of dirty hands. “I don’t wanna get dirty. I don’t do work like this as a queen.”

“Me, too!” Naked Ylangling frowned down at her dirty hands too.

“Me, three!” Naked Torgeezus stared down at her pair of dirty hands also.

Naked Haildrameme back stepped with a smile and stared at the tiny opening, where the hands of the queen worked on the hole. “We don’t.”

Naked Glay continued to dig with both hands with a sour frown. “If we don’t, then we don’t get to see the mountain lake.”

“Yes, we will. We allow our solo servant to do dug through the soft dirt and find the secret passage with your hands,” naked Haildrameme spun around with a smile and reached down, grabbing the shaft, handing it to the squire with a nod.

Naked Glay back stepped with a cheer and spun around, reaching down, and grabbed her shaft, holding in the air with a nod in silence to the squire. The squire accepted the shaft from Haildrameme and moved ahead with a sour frown to clear out the dirt away from the hidden passageway. “Yes, your highness!” He stopped and stood in front of the tiny hole, rearing back, and slammed the shaft forward while creating a bigger and wider hole with a loud grunt of hard work. The queens bounced up and down while clapping and cheering with happiness.

 

At the Pamburg Science building, in front of the entrance door, Pamburg Squire Number Thirty-Six spun around from the steel door of the building with a gasp to see the top of the mountain castle.

Pamburg Lady Number Six said via his metal forearm arm patch into the air waves for his eardrums only in a tiny voice. “What is happening out there? I can’t open the door to the science building for any reason.”

He shaded both eyelids and stared at the balcony of the mountain castle with a puzzled brow. “There seems to be a set of heavy movement of people on top of the exterior balcony of the mountain castle in front of the princess domes which doesn’t make any sense. The Princess Walk had finished. There should not be any movement up there from a princess.”

She said via his arm patch with a tiny voice into the air waves. “Then, all the princesses are dead.”

He gasped. “No. That is not right! That can’t be right! There has to be a princess to serve as the queen of Pamburg.”

She said via his arm patch with a tiny voice into the air waves. “Yes, only one or two princesses survive the Princess Walk. therefore, there are only old and crappy Nans in few numbers.”

He continued to survey the balcony of the mountain castle that held much activity with a puzzled brow. “If the Princess Walk is danger, then why didn’t each princess reject the Princess Walk?”
She gasped via his arm patch into the air waves. “What are you talking about? A princess would never refuse the Princess Walk. How could a princess reject and not performing the Princess Walk. If the princess wanted to become the queen, she had to do the Princess Walk like I did.”

He continued to survey the mountain with a gasp of understanding. The Nans did not explain to each princess the array of water pits of gators and the final consequence as the chosen queen of Pamburg. So, this particular Pamburg Lady had performed the walk through the gators and survived and then refused to become the next queen. He frowned, “Never thee mind! This is so strange. The balcony on the mountain castle shows a set of moving bodies,” he looked down and tapped on the arm patch which would focus onto the balcony of the mountain castle. The arm patch was a wonderful devise of vocal and visual communication. However, it was limited with one function of vocal or visual communication unless it was a recording tape of activity. He had to cut off the conversation from the hidden Pamburg Lady inside the science building for a short time. He whispered for his eardrums only at the live action scene on the arm patch. “It is not a Pamburg amber skin colored princess. I see a set of mature adults with various colored hair in a long dress. I see a row of huge boat ships that are parked outside the twin gates. One of the gates has been opened. Why would the old lead squire do that? He has allowed the royals of the Confederation into the Pamburg Kingdom.” He gasped with alarm and cut off the visual image on the arm patch, switching back to hear the vocal voice of the hidden Pamburg Lady inside the science building. “It is an invasion. I see the queens from the Confederation. They are up there and searching through each princess dome on top of balcony of the mountain castle.”

She gasped via his arm patch in the air waves. “Why would we be invaded? We are a peaceful society.”

He exhaled. “You guessed it correctly. All the princesses are dead. Thus, it is an invasion on the mountain castle by all the royals and the natives the Confederation. Why would that happen? I don’t understand.”

She said via his arm patch in the air waves. “Because all the princesses are dead, then ancient treaty has been violated.”

“What ancient treaty?”

She gasped via his arm patch in the air waves. “There is ancient treaty of peace between the Confederation and the Pamburg Kingdom as long as there is a living and breathing king and queen on top of the two throne chairs. Thus, there is continued peace on the entire continent.”

He gasped and stared at the movement on the mountain castle. “No, you lie.”

She gasped via his arm patch in the air waves, “Yes, I truth.”

He turned with a puzzled brow to see the lividly commotion near the twin gates at the Delta waters in the far distance. “And the Prince House is being invaded by the Confederation weasels, too, so there truly is a dead prince also. But what does this invasion to us and me and you?”

She gasped via his arm patch in the air waves. “It means that the Pamburg Kingdom is going to war without a king or a queen.

“So, the kingdom needs a king, which is me.” He laughed at the activity on the outside of the Prince House. “We must rush. Can one of the heated bottles of a mature fetus be proclaimed as the new princess of Pamburg?”

She gasped via his arm patch in the air waves. “Well, I…I guess so. Why is that important now?”

“I am the true heir of Pamburg Kingdom, as long as, I can claim a princess. Then, the Pamburg Kingdom will be spared from the vile dogs of the Confederation army.”

She gasped via his arm patch in the air waves. “How did you figure that out? How are you, the true heir of Pamburg?”

“I possess the only unique trait of the Pamburg king.”

She gasped via his arm patch into the air waves. “You do not. I have been searching for the unique trait from the first ancient king of Pamburg also. What is it? What is the kingly trait that you possess on your body?”

He ran away from the building and toward the ground airship with a smile, saying into the arm patch. “There is no time right now. Go and pluck one of the mature female fetuses out from the oven! I will explain to all the rude and vile invaders from the Confederation that they are the losers here within the Pamburg Kingdom. And I am taking the throne seat as the new king of Pamburg. I must go but I’ll return back to you and the newborn princess. Then, I will sever each skull and stab it down into a pike pole for my fun collection of the royals of the Confederation.”

She gasped via his arm patch in the air waves. “No! Wait! Tell me! How are you the real king of Pamburg? Why does the princess need to be a newborn baby? I can be both your princess and your wife. I wanna be the queen of Pamburg.”

Outside the building on top of the glittering white tinted crystal smooth walking pavement, he moved up the ramp and ran ahead through the open hatchway, cutting the arm patch with her set of sissy words, sliding down into the pilot chair with a laugh, slamming both hands over the flat glass console with a smile. “I am coming. The king is coming. Don’t harm too many of my subjects! I need a set of servants to entertain my needs and feed my person.” The ship ignited with power and then lifted from the crystal pavement into the air, swirling around in the sky, flying with great speed back towards the Prince House.

 

Inside the Pamburg science building, the middle-aged Pamburg Lady turned away from the steel door and dashed ahead down the long hallway and slammed directly into the laboratory door with a pant of panic. She entered the room and turned to face the solid door, moving ahead, and reached up, touching the closed door with her sweat.

The entrance door slid open.

She slid inside the tiny enclosed room and stood in front of the glass wall with a smile. “This is an enclosed, non-accessible, and hidden largest room inside the laboratory building, where all the fetuses are held until maturity.” She reached over and touched the flush part of the wall, where the hidden wall switch stood and flicked on the power. She looked with an evil grin through the glass wall at all the objects. The side wall illuminated and revealed numerous tables that held hundreds and hundreds of bottled fully grown fetuses that held come from each kingdom of the Confederation.

She laughed with an evil grin. “Now, I have the power. Now, I am going to the queen of Pamburg as the wife of the true king of Pamburg. Now, I will destroy all the fetuses, since fourteen girls and fourteen boys have been genetically alternated by the old Pamburg formal princess and current Nan with a pair of talented fingers,” laughing.

Each table had been marked with a non-descript letter which had bit been associated with the name of the kingdom. The method had been done to prevent tampering by a jealous or crazy Pamburg scientist or a paid enemy of the Confederate spy. The bot computer had handled and marked each glass bottle of every baby fetus based on the blood that had dripped down into the body mold coming from each royal princess. Then, the both computer dropped down each bottled fetus through the floor nightstand opening and wheeled it on top of a convey belt, lifting the bottle up to settle on top of the appropriate assigned table inside the sterile environment. The bottle of the fetus stayed there until the fetus maturity grew into a fully developed baby from the jelly of the birthed mother.

The clear jar was specifically designed to feed an internal growing baby fetus. Inside each jar, the mom’s placenta tissues were re-generated over and over while feeding a continuous string of fluids, oxygen, and nutrients into the fetus. The fetus will grow into a full sized baby. Some of the bottles were tinted in a color blue which represented a baby boy. The pink tints represented a little female. A red tint displayed a dead fetus without life but physical form.

She gasped in alarm and continued to stare at the one single bottle which contained a fully grown fetus. “What is that inside the bottle with the grown fetus? I have never seen that before. Maybe, I should awaken the old woman for a medical explanation,” she leaned down into the glass with a puzzled brow. “Why is the color of the fluid appearing as green tinted inside the glass jar? What does that mean for the growing fetus inside that glass jar?” Her eyeballs darted down and as her fingers tapped onto the metal forearm patch. She frowned in puzzlement. “What does the color of green represent? The old woman didn’t tattle me that information. What does the color of green represent from a growing fetus, arm patch one?”

The arm patch blinked in a series of flashing colorful lights with searching for the answer.

 

Inside the interior of the lowest floor level of the Gate Tower, the first royal prince from the Kingdom of the Land possessed a tone of red skin and a head of cropped brown colored hair, and a pair of hazel eyeballs with a slender build of lean muscles, silently climbing up each horizontal bar and up through the first opening, standing upright in a set of heavy pants of breath and an array of heavy drops of salt water with a sneer on top of a flat surface, turning to scan the new room. The room was a long rectangle shape with a solid wall of glittering crystal stone behind his ass. In front of his face, there was a row of parked and dead airships that stood on top of an external platform like each ship was ready for take-off. He reached up and slapped the purple colored dangling earring face patch, where every Confederation royal could hear his words for communication. “I have arrived first inside the Prince House. I am inside an empty hallway, without a prince in sight here. There is a row of grounded airships on top of an external platform,” he moved ahead and away from the opening while pausing and listened to the instructions from Imperator Kung on the one-sided conversation of the face patch, pulling out the knife for body protection that displayed a wet green colored tunic and a pair of matching trousers, and a pair of brown matching boots.

Vantrey emerged up from the next circular opening and stood upright from the floor, moving ahead in a pair of wet brown trousers, a pair of wet matching boots, and a wet chest, wiping off the water from a face and both arms with a stern face. He turned and stared down a long hallway while motioning in silence for each warrior from the Confederation. Each warrior swiftly emerged up from one of six holes and stood upright, swiftly moving over the floor in front of Modoc and Vantrey while scanning the empty hallway with a sneer. Vantrey continued to signal each warrior to move ahead and form a set of semi-crooked rows for the attack on the sleeping princes of Pamburg and slapped the purple tinted dangling earring face patch, “Yes, Vetepurr! We will do as you advise, Kung. We will post a warrior in front of the airships and not let a prince escape from the Prince House. You must kill them all, if we are to assume control of the Pamburg Kingdom.”

“Not me!” The brother of Modoc, the second royal prince of the Kingdom of the Land Jarl swiftly emerged up from the third circular opening with a sneer and stood upright, turning to see the long empty hallway, wiping off the water from a face and whipped the shaft side to side for fun. “I wanna kill me a prince,” he wore a pair of green colored trousers, a pair of matching knee boots, and a naked chest.

The third blood brother of Modoc and the third royal prince of the Kingdom of the Land Altus swiftly climbed up the fourth circular opening with a laugh and a wet body, standing upright in place, scanning the empty hallway with a stern face, “Not me, either! I wanna kill two princes.” He wore a pair of red coated devil horns to talk with the other royal teens. Altus stared with a smile at the long hallway with the mental thoughts of killing each prince in silence and twirled the shaft between the fingers without the exposed deadly blades with a laugh and a grin, staring at the empty hallway without a prince.

From the Kingdom of the Lakes, second royal prince Gunnison emerged up from the fifth hole with a smile and stood upright, moving away from the opening, and wore a wet pair of matching trousers, and a pair of wet knee boots, and a wet naked chest. He was a tall and slender body, a bald head, and a pair of green eyeballs, and a tone of pink tinted skin. “I wanna kill three princes.”

From the Kingdom of the Lakes, first royal prince Ferron emerged up from the sixth opening and stood upright over the floor, possessing a tall and muscular body frame, a bald head, a pair of blue tinted eyeballs, and a tone of dark skin like his father, twirling the shaft between two hands, wearing a pair of purple trousers that were tucked down into a pair of matching knee boots and a naked chest with a pair of red tinted face patch devil horns on the wet forehead. He slowly moved ahead and stood next to Jarl, turning to scan the single row of royal teens with a sneer. “I wanna kill four princes.”

Second royal prince Datto emerged up from one of the open holes with a laugh and stood upright on top of the new floor, “That is a total of ten princes.”

Third royal prince Lorchess climbed up one of the opening and stood beside his brother Datto. Both wore a single purple dangling golden earring on a left earlobe for fun and dared one of the other teen or adult royal smart ass males to insult their selection face patch for a nice bloody beating. Each brother wore a head of blonde colored long shaggy shoulder length hair, a pair of green eyeballs, a tone of pale tinted skin, a tall body form, and a set of muscular biceps coming from handling and wrestling with the numerous dangerous, tall, and live mammals within the Kingdom of the Snow. Each brother wore a pair of black trousers that were tucked down into a pair of knee high boots with a naked chest, twirling an individual shaft with both hands, staring at the three semi-crooked rows of Confederation warriors. He laughed. “Four royals wanna take out seventy-one percent of the princes. That does not seem fair and equitable.”

Modoc continued to stare and study the empty hallway with a sneer at each royal. “Shut up, all!”

Datto laughed. “Who is staying behind to guard the airships? So, a prince can’t escape my blade.”

Ferron sneered. “Exmore can stand guard here and protect the row of grounded airships. Where is third royal prince Exmore?”

Jarl stared ahead at the back spine of three rows of wet and dripping Confederation warriors with a worried brow. “It looks like we are fewer males then before, after we all jumped down from each river barge and landed inside the water. Who else is missing?”

Datto turned and scanned the rows of back spine of each wet warrior that stood and swayed side to side for upcoming battle in front of the line of royals with a laugh. “O. Do you really mean to ask me? Who got eaten underneath the waters by the nest of gators?”

Vantrey spun around and gasped at Datto. “Who else got eaten by the nest of gators?”

Datto winked with a smile at Vantrey. “I saw thirteen of your sissy Sun guards eaten up for lunch by a nest of hunger gators.”

Lorchess laughed with a wink at Vantrey. “I saw twelve of the fisher boys consumed by another nest of hunger gators too.”

Jarl laughed. “I thought a fisher boy could wrestle a gator underneath the water.”

Altus laughed. “Guess so!”

“Guess not!” Jarl laughed again.

Vantrey gasped. “How many warriors have we lost?”

Datto laughed. “O. Do you really mean to ask me? How many sissy warriors from the Kingdom of the Sun have we lost?”

Modoc spun around with a sneer to see the row of teen royals. “Shut your sound! We don’t want to be discovered. That does not matter right now. What matters right now, all the alive and breathing Pamburg princes! This is a hallway, where the airships live. Kung said to run down the hallway and turn at the wall corner. Then, that next hallway is the squire apartments.”

Jarl frowned. “How does Kung know so much?”

Altus nodded. “He visited here on the second day of his imperator reign and memorized the buildings, the landscape, and the words of the king. Then, he added all the new images in writing to create a map of the Pamburg Kingdom.”

Gannon frowned. “Has the great war been planned by the royal this year?”

Ferron nodded with a smile at the rows of swaying Confederation warriors. “An invasion of the Pamburg Kingdom has been planned for days, months, years, decades, centuries. But, we get to fell and fail.

From the Kingdom of the Sun, second royal prince Qcraft emerged up from one of the openings with more of the Confederation warriors and stood upright, swinging around to face the objects with a smile, “How interesting! There are only thirteen airships on top of the exterior platform of the Prince house.”

Ferron turned and frowned at the row of dead airships. “Yes, I can count, too. There are thirteen airships. Why is that important?”

Qcraft frowned at each dead airship. “There are fourteen princes of the Pamburg Kingdom. So, one ship is for each prince. So, one is missing. Thus, one is dead for some reason. Then, one will not be killed by me for some reason.”

Modoc turned and gasped at the row of airships. “You’re correct! There are only thirteen airships. This is plan.”

“We kill. The plan is easy.” Datto turned to face the hallway with a sneer.

Ferron continued to stand next to Jarl, turning to scan the single row of royal teens with a sneer. “Where’s Exmore?”

Altus continued to stare with a smile at the long hallway with the mental thoughts of killing each prince in silence and twirled the shaft between the fingers without the exposed deadly blades with a laugh and a grin, staring at the empty hallway without a prince. “Ferron is blind with cowardliness. Second royal prince Exmore is not here with me or you or us or them,” laughing.

Jarl tapped the shaft on top of a collar bone, leaning over and forcefully slapped the bicep of his brother Altus with a loud pop and an evil laugh. “Exmore is still on top of the barge.” Second royal prince Jarl would come back home to the Kingdom of the Sand and then would marry Princess Nixie after the Time of Recognition. Then, Nixie would become the next new young Duchess of the Kingdom of the Land. This proper royal coupling had happened for centuries for the second royals of the Sand and the Land. He wore a pair of red tinted pair of devil horns which had been dictated by Modoc and a vertical line of red dots which represented dripping red blood proteins that flowed down the left nostril for fun and to talk with his brother Altus.

Qcraft continued to stare with a sneer down a long empty corridor without a single prince. “He had better be serving a tray of cold drinks and hot food on the river barge to all the adult royals inside the command post. Or he can service up my blade,” he lifted the shaft near a sneer and pressed the button, exposing a set of tiny sharp blades over the smooth rod.

Gunnison twirled the shaft with one hand, staring down the long corridor of empty space. “We should have brought along first royal princess Ovilla. She would have been more useful in the fight rather than her sissy ass brother Exmore.”

Datto laughed, “Yeah! Ovilla could have come with us and then fucked them to death.”

Ferron turned and laughed at Modoc. “Hey! Ovilla is a great fuck. Isn’t that right, Modoc?”

Jarl scooted sideways and slammed into the side of Ferron with a sneer. “Shut your mouth!”

Altus leaned over and shoved the big naked bicep of Qcraft without moving the oversized teen over the hard surface with a snarl. “Stop threatening, Exmore! He’s scared and skinny and slender and stupid…”

Qcraft swung a face with a sneer to see Altus. “You’re the stupid royal, who threats me. I both outweigh and outfight you…”

“Shut the fuck up, royals! Stopping making noise! We’re here to fight the group of Pamburg princes, not with each other. Follow me!” Modoc whispered into the pair of red tinted creepy and curved devil horn face patch over each eyebrow which made been cleverly invented by Baron Vetepurr, who ruled the Kingdom of Fire. He spun around and slowly moved ahead next to his best friend Vantrey.

 

Inside the control room of the Gate Tower, all the squires and princes stood upright in awe or sat inside a chair in worry, a fleet of seven facial decorative river barges that came from the Confederation had stopped and parked, wobbling side to side over the calm pale blue waters of the Delta in front of the twin crystal gates and along the side of the crystal fence.

On the view screen, each queen had stood in a royal gown on top of the river barge deck as Imperatoress Haildrameme announced the surprise visit to see and confirm the deaths of each Pamburg princess, where the future piece of information had been predicted by an oracle. Then each queen had been invited to tour the princess throne room and see each pile of gray ashes from a dead princess and now had landed on the top soil of yellow of the mountain castle for the tour which was guided by the eldest Pamburg Squire Number Fifty-Six, who would tell the sorry tale.

Now, the gigantic view screen that encompassed the entire forward wall, the image showed the dragon face of the first river barge, now the deck was empty of the line of beautiful and elegant queens.

Pamburg Squire Number Twenty-Three frowned at the screen. “What is the fleet of barges from the Confederation waiting for? They should leave. We honored the request.”

“The tour will take some time. Then, each queen will come back to the ugly dragon head river barge. Then, the Confederation will leave. Or we will make them leave.” Pamburg Squire Number Forty-Four twirled the shaft between the fingers with a growl.

Squire Number Fifty-seven nodded with a laugh. “They will leave after our fight and their defeat. I promise you that.”

Squire Number Sixty-one frowned. “No. We have twelve surviving Pamburg princes and a princess. Our treaty is honored.”

“Where are Princes Strawn and Cumberrun?” Squire Number Twenty-eight turned and scanned the room of princes with a puzzled brow.

Squire Number Forty-seven nodded at the screen. “They have left the Pamburg Kingdom and are personally escorting the solo princess back here to our homelands. They should be here any moments.”

Squire Number Twenty-nine frowned. “Where are the queens located by now?”

“They have landed on the shoreline of the mountain castle. Squire Fifty-six is greeting them and then will escort them around the princess throne room. Each queen will see the pile of ashes.” Squire Number Fifty-one nodded.

Octan sat inside the chair at the long monitor table and as a pair of eyeballs was glued to the view screen with a smile. “I wanna see the pile of ashes too.”

Squire Number Twenty-four stood behind Octan and reached down, firmly slapping a cupped hand onto the collar bone with a smile and a laugh. “Then, Prince Octan should get the honor of gathering up each pile of dead princess ash for the quick funeral.”

“What is a Pamburg princess funeral like?” Prince Gaspers gasped in alarm at the screen.

“A Pamburg princess funeral tosses the pile of ashes or the dead body into the swamp waters. Then, the nest of gators enjoys the whole body for a mid-day feast,” Squire Number Thirty-five laughed with a nod.

Octan frowned at the view screen. “That ain’t what I meant.”

Squire Number Thirty-five laughed. “Don’t request a favor ever, prince! Sometimes, you get what you ask for truly.”

Octan jabbed a finger with a gasp at the flying object on the viewing screen. “What is that?”

Squire Number Forty-six gasped with alarm. “That is a flying airship!”

Squire Number Thirty-three sneered. “The flying airship is trying to land on top of our platform here at the Gate Tower with the other airships. It is being flown by a one of the Confederation pilots with a belly full of Confederation fighting warriors. We’re being attacked here at the Gate House in surprise. The bastards are attacking us from the rear end, not the water front. Get all the princes to safety!”

Squire Number Thirty-eight dashed ahead and leaned down with both hands into the mold slot, pressing the correct digits into the indentation with a smile. “I have powered each airship on the lower level. Go and get inside an airship! Get away!” He spun around with a sneer and a nod to see each face. “We fight. You run…”

Gasper sneered at the old squire. “We fight like a set of royal warriors!”

Squire Number Fifty-nine shook the amber curls with a sour frown. “No. Each one of you is too valuable for death! Leave here! Go and get into an airship. There are fourteen powered up and ready to fly airships.”

Squire Number Sixty spun around with a stern face and moved ahead, stopping, and stood beside the set of closed doors. Both the doors automatically opened from his body heat signature. He reached down and pulled out the shaft, exposing the blades for a kill, pointing into the empty hallway with a sneer. “All princes, the squires will protect you. Run behind us. When there is an empty hole for safety, run through and go down towards the lowest level. Get in and grab a ready airship! Fly away from here and hide somewhere within the depths of our kingdom! We will kill off all the Confederation warriors here inside the Gate Tower. This is really our royal duty, anyways. When we have completed our royal task, one or a group of squires will come and contact you, bringing you back here to the Prince House. Then, you will finally enter the Prince Walk. Then, we will finally have a new king and queen of Pamburg, Kingdom. Then, everything will be normal, again. Good luck, princes!” He turned to face the open archway and lifted the shaft into the air which barely hit the tall doorway with a growl. “I will lead the squires. Come on, squires! We have a royal job to do and kill us some invaders on the Pamburg property,” he ran out the archway as the other squires whipped out a shaft and followed behind the leader of the squires.

Inside the central hallway contained a long and wide compartment that housed all the tall and wide bot equipment for air, water, heat, air conditioning of each individual and the operation of the twin gates for safety. The last mature adult squire wore an angry brow and a Pamburg battle suit. The battle suit was a midnight blue short jacket without sleeves and a shirt that was paired with a pair of matching trousers that were tucked down into a pair of polished midnight blue knee boots. He was average height and weight with a tone of wrinkled amber tinted skin and a pair of wrinkled and old amber eyeballs, “Charge and kill, squires!”

Inside the Control Room of the Gate Tower, the gang of sixteen-year-old princes stood in place or stood upright from the chair with a sneer and whipped out an individual shaft, pressing the button and exposed the series of tiny sharp blades that had been built into the rod, watching the back spines of each squire exit the room. Then, one by one, or two by two, the young princes left the control room.

Tall and slender Boykin with a set of buck teeth raced ahead with a smile. “Someone protect Octan!”

Tall and muscular Prince Tantum was one of the tallest and muscular brothers with a hook nose dashed ahead with a laugh. “Someone protect me! Naw! I jest. Someone protect Octan!”

Tall and muscular Prince Lopeeco dashed ahead and reached out, grabbing the collar bone of Octan. “I got your ass covered, Squirt. Come on! Let’s go and help to kill all the nosy Confederation royals. I want me a skull for a souvenir to hang on top of my bed post,” laughing.

Tall and muscular Prince Estill had a tiny lock of hair of solid white tint which was located on the left side of the hairline. It looked funny, since he did not bother cutting off the individual white colored hair strands from the hairline and then slicked back the white hair lock down over the skull, making it look even funnier. He dashed ahead with a laugh and waved the shaft over the hair roots. “You don’t have a bed post, Lopeeco.”

“Then, I’ll hang it down from my ceiling,” Lopeeco laughed.

Octan moved ahead with a worried brow in front of tall and brave Estill and exhaled with a huff of worry, twirling the shaft without the exposed blades into both hands with a whisper. “Thanks!”

Gaspers spun around and shoved ahead, bumping into the shoulders of each brother with a laugh. “We will be victorious in battle, brothers. Follow me! Our two oldest prince brothers are not here. I am third in line. Attack the invaders! Kill the intruders!”

Prince Vinton was average height and weight with a cleft chin, dashing ahead with a worried brow beside his princely brother Wesuckie, who possessed a set of facial freckles. “I wished that Cumberrat was here. He would dispatch all the Confederation soldiers with several sweeps of his deadly shaft.”

 

In the air waves outside the Gate Tower, a solo airship swiftly flew away from the science building, soaring through the empty air waves, and then slowed the speed, smoothly parking on top of the exterior platform on the lowest level of the Gate Tower, powering down the heated engine. The door slid open. The ship ramp smoothly descended without slamming down into the solid hard floor. Pamburg Squire Number Thirty-six exited from the airship with a smile and jogged ahead, turning to face the line of walking buttholes that made up the Confederation warriors, stopping in place with a smile, “Stop!” He tossed both arms into the air with a shout out. The line of Confederation royals spun around with a gasp of alarm to see the single mature Pamburg squire in the middle of the hallway and stood in place as each silver tinted shaft twirled between a pair of hands with a loud sound of grunts, slowing jogging ahead to meet the brave and foolish Pamburg squire. The squire slapped a chest with a nod and a smile to each invader, tossing both arms into the air with a nod of vanity. “I am the royal heir to the throne chair of Pamburg Kingdom and I will prove it. You cannot harm me. I am taking…”

Jarl twisted the shaft around the fingers with a sneer and pressed the flush button. A set of protruded blades covered the smooth rod. His hand slid down to the smaller tip and whipped the shaft into the air with a growl. “I am taking his head.” The shaft released from a fighting hand and then soared sideways through the air, colliding with the exposed throat on the Pamburg Squire Number Thirty-six while easily slicing through the white bone, the gray muscle tissue, and the red tinted blood proteins. The skull ripped out from the long stem of the back spine. The amber waves of curls plus the skull flew across the room and hit the rear solid wall of glittering crystal, imprinting an oval shaped blood image for all eyeballs to see.

Altus pointed down with a sneer at the dead body of the Pamburg squire in the middle of the blood puddle on top of the hallway. “Hey! He was one of the princes with the amber locks of hair, matching eyeballs, and a body of soft amber skin. Haildrameme said not to damage the princely skull. She wants to collect each one.”

Ferron frowned down at the dead body and the severed head with a stern face, “What for?”

“Her private collection of Pamburg princes for her new throne room there on top of the mountain castle.” Altus jabbed a finger at the severed skull.

Datto stared down at the dead body and the severed head, spinning around and moved ahead with a sneer. “Whatever! Find more of the princes and then kill them! Don’t let them escape from this building which is called the Prince House!”

 

 

 

Kingdom of the Sand

Home of Imperator Kung, his wife Imperatoress Haildrameme

and his two daughters

first royal Princess Pelf and second royal Princess Nixie

Tan and beige beach with streaks of yellow dancing lightning bolts

Hot temperatures with bright sunlight and blue sky

 

1st floor level

(northern archway near the scrub forest)

Exterior hallway setting

 

 

Ovilla and Orkey had maneuvered down the long staircase and exited the entrance side of the Social Tower, slowly strolling through the sands and around the side of the tall and tan colored building. Orkey slowly moved ahead over the soft sand with a grin and a hum of happiness. Ovilla continued to reach down and shoved forward onto the collar bone of Orkey to move him over the warm tan colored sands and then she turned the building corner, entering through a new open archway on the opposite side of the entrance hallway that was near the kitchen space with a sour frown. “Get going! Move ahead! I don’t have all day to waste down here.”

He moved ahead and pointed into the kitchen space with a smile. “This is the kitchen. Can I have a drink?”

She continued to shove on his collar bone with sour frown. “No.”

He smiled. “Can I have some food?”

“No.”

Orkey stood beside Ovilla and wiggled side to side with a smile, winking up at her cheekbone. “I like you. You are not a meanie like your girl of friends.”

She frowned. “No one likes Pio or Nixie as a girl or as a friend. I am like them.” He wiggled the hips with a smile up at her cheekbone. She stopped and squatted down in front of the half-door with a sour frown, reaching out and touched, pulling on the door knob with a sigh. “The door is locked.”

He spun around and faced the side wall, pointing down at the object on the floor with a grin and a giggle. “Then you should use that paring knife which is located inside the wall corner.”

She turned with a gasp to see the knife in the wall corner, narrowing both eyelashes at the object with suspicion. “How did that knife get over here?”

“I would guess that one of the naughty teen males ate an apple pie inside the wall corner.”

She stood upright with a sigh and spun around, dashing ahead towards the wall corner with a sour frown, squatting down and reached out, gently grabbing the sharp knife. Ovilla stood upright with a huff and dashed back to the half-door, squatting down in front of the half-door with a confused brow. “Why would you guess here? I thought that you knew or do know or do see everything.”

He wiggled the hips and winked at her nose profile with a grin and a giggle. “I am sure that it was a teen royal male.”

She laughed, “Yeah! That male would have been my brother Exmore, since likes to eat all the time.”

He gasped in alarm. “You have a brother, who is named Exmore.”

She lifted the knife with a smile at the door knob, “Yeah.”

“I am sorry.” He frowned with sadness.

Ovilla sneered, “Yeah! You are sorry as a tiny little man,” she jabbed the tip of the paring knife into the ancient rusty lock, gently twisting the wrist bone with a gasp. The door cracked opened. She could hear a set of loud continuous cheers and the louder continuous music coming down from each floor level inside the Social Tower. All the natives were having a celebration party with the fun teen royals for the day without work. She reached out and touched, gently swinging the ancient half-door to the side with a giggle. “In you go there, prisoner!” She shoved Orkey through the open archway first and then dropped down onto her breasts, sliding ahead and across the smooth sandstone over a stomach with a giggle, entering a new room with a set of semi-dull overhead illuminated lamps.

She slowly stood upright with a puzzled brow and scanned up to see the ceiling with a gasp. The entire room was built like a ninety-degree mathematical right angle underneath the staircase of the Social Tower. The ceiling was sloped upward which supported the upward staircase that led up toward the top floor of the Social Tower.

Hanging down from the ceiling, there were several oval-shaped wire cages. Some were empty. Some held a long piece of red and yelling flaming firewood. The firewood was a piece of fossilized bark that could burn without fumes or heat only light for months, not years or centuries. She slowly twirled around in a completed circle to each solid wall with a gasp of shock. “This place is scary.”

The forward wall which was across from the entrance wall was part of the ninety-degree slope and displayed tan colored hues without an array of red colored ancient blood smears. The entrance wall held on the half-door, which was open. Ovilla spun around to face the other side. It was straight and tall of tan colored hues, without decorations or a window or a wire cage. She exhaled with a puff of nervousness and shoved Orkey toward the wall. “Get moving! I don’t have all day here, prisoner.”

Orkey laughed. “I don’t have all day here either as a prisoner.”

She turned to face the forward wall with a puzzled brow, where the side wall corner was lighted colored, not dark colored like it was an entrance point that went up into the next level. “I don’t like it here. Move ahead, little man!” She shoved on his naked collar bone with a sneer. “The next level must be the famous dungeon rooms that I have heard in an evil fairy tale,” laughing.

“Ooo! Your touch is soft. Your hands are soft. Is your naked body soft too? You are not a mean princess. You are a desperate princess, who is looking for love. Well, I can see that you will meet your match in love.”

She laughed. “I have met my match in Modoc. We’re getting married and then we will rule the world.”

“The world is a bigger place than the Confederation. And Modoc is a smaller man than me.” Orkey slowed moved ahead with a smile and turned the wall corner, seeing each the side wall. Each wall contained a single, long, and dark prison cell, since there was not a single viewing window of bright and warm sunlight or the pretty blue sky or the fluffy white clouds like his island home which had been mysterious destroyed by a flying meteorite that had come down from outer space.

She moved ahead and continued to shove his collar bone towards the side wall with a sneer. “We have arrived. Get inside the prison cell and stay quiet and stay put!” Orkey stopped in place and rattled the arm chains with a smile. Ovilla scooted around him and squatted down, reaching out, touching the door knob. The half-door slid open with a loud squeal of metal pain.

“That is not sweet music into my eardrums.” He laughed.

She pointed with a sneer into the interior of the prison cell. “Get inside before I make music with my shaft over your skull!”

He moved ahead and entered the half-door with ease, since he was a half-person in height with a smile. “You can’t wand a shaft with your lousy princess practice sessions. However, you do not need to worry, princess. You will encounter a tougher opponent with a shaft and then it will change your life forever.”

She gasped in alarm. “Are you threatening to harm me? I am the first royal princess that will rule the Kingdom of the Wind.”

He spun around with a gasp to face Ovilla. “You lived in the Kingdom of the Wind.”

She smiled, “Yeah.”

He frowned with sadness. “I am so sorry.”

She slammed the prison door shut with a loud boom and a nasty sneer. “Yeah, you are sorry as a little man.”

Orkey stood upright on top of the moist floor and wiggled both hips with a wink and a smile at Ovilla. “Please come back and visit with me! I’ll get really lonely here until…”

“Never!” She back stepped with a gasp and spun around, marching back down the ramp with a set of soft curses. That oracle thought she would come back and ate a hot lunch meal with him. She turned the wall corner and stopped, dropping down over the heated floor with a loud grunt, slithering through the half-door. She was too tall to walk underneath the low archway. She stood upright from the floor with a gasp of shock. Her pretty short dress was colored in brown colored dust, tan colored sand, red colored dirt, and something green colored. She turned to face the open archway and raced ahead down the long hallway with a sour frown, hearing the loud cheers and the louder music that came down from the upper floors of the Social Tower. She frowned with a whisper. “Forget this stupid social party! I’m going back to my sand castle to bath, to eat, and to study role as the witch in the Nab, the Numb play, where I will win the populous of the people vote as the new queen of the entire continent.” Ovilla exhaled with a puff of frustration and exited the Social Tower, dashing across the sands towards her sand castle without stopping to chat or play in the sands.

 

 

8th floor level

Assembly Hall

Interior setting

 

 

At the edge of the massive land continent, each individual white colored cloud produced a heat storm within the blue sky during the daylight and the nighttime hours. The yellow bolts of lightning flashed across the blue sky and the white clouds, dancing with the wind in various geometric streaks coming down vertical and then across horizontal. Thus, the sandy beaches were dangerous and empty of swimmers. The ocean waves crashed alone over the sandy beaches without a visiting sea vessel. The heat storms had existed since the beginning of time.

Over eons of time, the natives within the Kingdom of Sand had learned not to harness the bolts of lightning but admire the natural occurrence as a symbol of freedom and beauty. The natives had erected each building up toward the skyline to continue view and admire each lightning bolts.

The Kingdom of Sand didn’t produce a plate of food, a glass of wine, a shirt of cloth, a poem of love, or a component of metal which would have created an act of commerce or a piece of revenue. The location housed the Royal Academy, a place of learning to become a princess and a prince.

The top floor held the Assembly Hall. The four walls were made of transparency glass that allowed the beauty of the flashing bolts of light to illuminate inside each wall. On the smooth floor base between all the glass windows, there stood an individual vertical block of tan and beige granite that held a life-sized statue which was made from an assortment of tan and beige colored sand crystals, also. Each life-sized statue represented one of many deceased royal members from each kingdom standing between the glass panels, wearing an ancient stiff and formal attire of yesteryear.

The center of the room held individual rows of elevated throne chairs that represented each adult royal and the associated spouse plus the associated child prince and princess of the associated kingdom. Each throne chair could be accessed by a short staircase that held either three or four or two steps. Some of the throne chairs were decorated with a single stiff kingdom flags on each side of the back rest for fun that designate their kingdom. Some of the other throne chairs showed a double-seated for two individuals to share for sniggers. Some of the throne chairs displayed a set of colored banners on the bottom edge of the platform between the steps of the staircase for more fun.

During a royal meeting, one straight row of individual sets of elevated throne chairs stood in front of the life-sized sand rock statues, where the royals from the Kingdom of the Sands lounged and stared at each royal teen and adult with a smile or a sneer. The rest of the royals were seated along a long curvy row that encompassed the width of the room and stared back at Kung with a sneer or a laugh or a smile. The curvy row order was very important to view Kung. The end group of elevated throne chairs that arched toward the opposite wall of life-sized tan ro

Currently, the straight row of elevated-throne chairs had been torn down by working hands coming from a group of talented natives and then replaced by the row of upright poles. Tied by wrist bones around the upright pole, there was a single female.

Outside the hallway, Strawn slowly moved up the staircase towards a solid wall which held an upper window that touched the ceiling and showed off the blue sky, the white clouds, and the weird bolts of yellow lightings. He stopped and turned to face an interior chamber with the other natives, where the space was very wide and filled with numerous roaming natives. He slowly shuffled through the other elbows and biceps with a soft sneer, moving towards one of the open three archways that led into the final room on the top floor of the tall building.

Inside the Assembly Hall floor, Strawn slowly moved ahead with a huff of annoyance and bumped both his elbows and his hands through the tight crowd of standing and cheering natives, climbing up and onto the highest bleacher stands, stopping, and stood in front of a row of natives with a gasp.

Inside the Assembly Hall, Strawn slowly moved ahead with a huff of annoyance and bumped both his elbows and his hands through a tight crowd of standing people and a set of loud cheers and climbed onto the bleacher stand, stopping, and stood in front of a row of people.

Third-fourths of the distance into the open exhibition floor of sparkling tan hues and red colors, there were a semi-crooked line of upright poles which held three females. Each female possessed a tone of dark tinted skin, a head of silver hair, and a ratty white tinted dress. Her two wrist bones and her hips were tied around the back spine onto the pole, without an escape.

Princess Pio wore a long dark cloak, a pair of ripped, patched, and bloody tan trousers, and a pair of bloody tan colored boots. She landed on the floor and stood upright with a smile, rotating the shaft over the bald head, pressing the flush button, exposing all blades, and then released the shaft. The shaft twirled sideways and sliced off the skull of the first slave girl on the upright pole without cutting up the wood.

He whispered for his eardrums only, “Mercy!” Strawn stared at the headless dead girl, who still hung on the upright pole. He reached up and slapped the tan colored cheekbone face patch with a growl. “Cumberlynn, are you up here on the eighth floor of the tall and tan color building with me? Did you see this vile exhibition of terror for the enjoyment of the savages of the Confederation? That poor girl is not wearing a blindfold to see her own death by that vicious evil bitch.”

He paused and listened to the vile conversation from Cumberrun on the other end of the face patch.

Strawn exhaled, “Yeah! I wanna help the row of helpless girls, too. But, we gotta find Teath within the crowd of asshole natives first and then get the shit outta of here second. This room is the largest space and holds the mostest people of assholes. Keep looking!” Strawn side stepped between the rows of people without viewing the line of captured females and search each face or exposed body part for an amber color. The color of amber would clearly prevail within a pair of naked eyeballs. He wanted to find Teath and leave the vicious savages within the Confederation, going back home to the peaceful and nice Pamburg kingdom, where he will voluntarily marry Princess Teath and then become the new king. Then, he would warn all the village of the Confederation weasel rats.

On the floor space, Pio back stepped from the headless dead girl and danced around the floor, stopping, and tossed the rod of tiny blades at the second pole. The blades sliced into the exposed stomach as the screaming and crying girl sobbed with painful tears. Pio dashed ahead and jerked out the shaft, dancing around the pole, twirling the shaft up, down, and side to side. She leaped into the air and landed down on the floor with a smile.

The audience clapped and cheered at her shaft performance which echoed throughout the building and down into the dungeon.

On the second tallest bleacher room, Cumberrun had entered the top floor before Strawn and shuffled up to the top row for the hunt of a pretty seat, which was the code name for Teath. He didn’t know that a pair of eyeballs could see split and see two objects at once. One eyeball stared at the row of upright poles slightly toward the front of the room, where a single female had been tied at both wrists bones, the waistline, and the legs, and both naked feet. The vicious ugly female warrior was named Pio with a bald head, a long dark cloak, and a swinging shaft, twirling and danced around the single upright pole with the tired female while whipping the shaft side to side in the air for a dramatic show, striking the shaft out and then hit the poor girl directly into the stomach. The girl screamed out in pain as her stomach sliced open and then drained down a set of her own blood proteins over the dirty floor.

The audience sounded with an array of claps and hoots for fun.

Cumberrun continued to slowly stroll across each row of shouting natives of the Confederation as the other eyeball glanced at the face or the body part for the color of amber, which represented the Pamburg missing princess. He whispered for his eardrums with fury. “I am so sorry, pretty girl on the pole. I feel your pain. I wished that I could help you here in this room and kill that vile bitch with my talented shaft, but I’m trying to save my own ass from death too.”

Pio continued to dance and halted with a sneer in a couch pose while rotating the shaft over her bald head, pressing the flush button on the rod, exposing all the tiny sharp blades and then released the shaft from the cupped hand. The shaft twirled sideways in the air and hit the throat of the screaming girl, slicing through the neck skin, and stuck into the thick wooden pole. The voice of the screaming girl silenced. The skull wobbled side to side and tumbled down onto the floor with a soft thud. She stood in place and spun around, tossing a pair of silver tinted forearms arms into the air with a smile and a nod. “Thank you very much! I enjoy the dance of the shaft. That was fun, ya’ll! Are there any more slave girls left here in the kingdom to torment and then torture and then bleed and finally kill?” The audience sounded with a set of boos and hisses. She frowned. “Too bad for us! I am Princess Pio from the Kingdom of the Fire. I am in charge of the Confederation lands, until the adult royals come back home and then continue their reign. Let us continue on with the dance of the shaft! So, you can give me all your guilty here! Then, I will perform justice for all.”

On the third row of the bleachers, a tall male with a head of dark hair and an overweight stomach shoved the skinny older woman down the bleachers and through the crowd with a sneer and a yell to Pio. “She is. She is my lawful married wife, who was caught in a sex affair of vagina discharge and his male sperm with my next door neighbor.” The audience sounded with a set of boos and hisses.

Pio stood in place and motioned a hand to the angry male with a smile and a nod, “That’s very bad for you good sir. And it is very good for her, naughty ma’am. Bring up the adulterous wife and the adulterous male neighbor. We are pleased to offer justice today to each innocent victim of adultery which is not against the law but against a lawful marriage.”

A set of big four males from the Kingdom of the Snow dashed down the bleaches and surrounded the skinny wife and the skinny married man. The four males dragged and then tied up the adulterous wife and adulterous male onto an individual pole.

The adulterous skinny wife was tied up the ankle bones and wrist bones without escaping with a face of tears and sobs. “No. I’m sorry. I am sorry. Please! I want to live.”

The married man cried out in angry with a tongue of mouth spittle at Pio. “You can’t do this, royal. I am native here. I demand to speak to Kung right now.”

The young adult son slowly moved ahead and cried out loud with tears in panic. “Mama, why are you doing this to me?”

The mother continued to shove a very large and overweight son through the crowded bleachers with a loud sneer. “Here! Over here, Pio! I bring forth my lazy ass son. He does nothing but eats and sleeps and then shits out the eaten food. Then he eats and sleeps again. He eats up all my food and does nothing but pollutes the air waves with a set of nasty smelly burps. I wished that I could kill him, but I cannot. But you can, royal princess.”

Pio nodded with a smile and motioned to the next set of villains. “Yes, I can perform justice on all the villains today. It is a special day in the Confederation. Bring up the lazy ass son of a bastard over here and tie him onto the pole!”

The young adult son cried with panic. “Mama, why are you doing this to me? I love you. I wanna live with you for the rest of my life.” A set of female Sun guards dashed ahead and stopped, grabbing at the fat son, dragging the large male towards one of the empty poles with a sneer.

Pio continued to stand in the middle of the floor with a smile and thumbed back over a collar bone at the row of upright empty poles. “There are two more empty poles. Please bring me your lazy, your dishonest, your criminals right here. I will take care of it personally and quickly,” she waved to the audience with a nod and a grin.

Cumberrun stared down at Pio with a growl and said into the tan colored cheekbone. “Strawnella, can I go down there and kill that ugly bitch with the bald head?”

He paused and listened to the vile conversation from Strawn on the other end of the face patch.

He exhaled, “Please!”

Pause.

“Pretty please!”

Pause.

He exhaled, “Pretty seat? Yeah! I’m continuing the hunt for the pretty seat, too,” Cumberrun slowly continued down the long row with on eyeball on each native without a tone of amber skin and one eyeball on the vile female Pio while growling with fury at her deadly shaft dance. He whispered for his eardrums only. “Please, I wanna personally meet you, honey in a dark alleyway. Please, I wanna personally meet you, honey in a dark alleyway. Please…”

 

 

3rd hour (mid-day)

 

 

Kingdom of the Sand

Home of Imperator Kung, his wife Imperatoress Haildrameme

and two daughters first royal Princess Pelf

and second royal Princess Nixie

Tan beach with streaks of yellow dancing lightning bolts

Hot temperatures with bright sunlight and blue sky

 

 

1st floor level

(northern archway near the scrub forest)

Secret room setting

 

 

Inside the second underground dungeon, on top of the warm floor, Pelf leaned over with a giggle and drew a lousy circle on top of the wet canvas with the pink colored paint brush, creating a new painting while entertaining all the young creatures, who lived down underneath the kitchen space which was below the castle dungeon.

“Uh pe do kee!” The soft voice of soprano giggled at the new painting and as the young creature female danced side to side with a grin beside the nose profile of Pelf.

Pelf had to leave and report the society of creatures back to her father Imperator Kung. Then, he could arrange to help the new society of creatures to move from the underground cavern and then live on top of the prettily tan colored sands in the bright sunlight inside a set of several empty sand castles like a real society of people.

Underneath the kitchen space of the second dungeon space, every young child, teenager, young adult, and older adult was missing a body part, such like, an eyeball, an earlobe, a nose, an upper lip, a lower lip, an arm, a hand, a foot, a leg, or another visual body part for some odd reason.

Pelf sat back on the butthole inside the dirty long gown with a smile and reached out, patting the cute face of the young girl, who possessed one good eyeball and an empty eye socket. The princess slowly stood upright and motioned with a series of visual positive gestures from the hands and the face, since each mutated person could not speak her vocal common language. And Pelf could not musical grunt the sounds from their acquired weird language. She tosses both arms into the air with smile and pointed up to the high ceiling with a nod, sounding with a soft grunt.

One of the tallest persons nodded with a crooked smile without a top lip and spun around, limping ahead without a right leg towards the side solid wall and stopped, reaching out and grabbed, lifting upward a homemade wooden hand-made crooked looking tall ladder. He moved backwards with the ladder away from the side wall and stopped in front of Pelf, placing the ladder in the middle of the open floor. The wooden tall ladder stood alone upright in a set of deep groves down in the floor and on top of the high ceiling without quivering. Then, he pointed up to the ceiling with a crooked smile.

Pelf looked up with a gasp at the tall ladder that reached the ceiling and looked down at the long dress, squatting down and lifted each shoe into the air while giving to one of the little young girls, smiling with a nod and a grunt. The little girl accepted the sandal from Pelf with a loud squeak. The second little girl reached out and grabbed the other sandal from pelf with a loud squeal, spinning around and ran to her personal space against the wall to hide her precious new gift from Princess Pelf. The other young children spun around and dashed after the lucky young child, sounding with a set of squeaks, squeal, purrs, growls, hoots, and other animal-like sounds.

Pelf giggled with a grin at the happiness of the mutated child and looked up with a puff of worry, reaching out and grabbed the rings of the ladder, slowly climbing up each wring in fear, sadness, angry, and anticipation. She was going to contact her father Kung and demand that he come back from the war to help the society of mutated people, who lived underneath the kitchen space for some reason.

Her hand hit the top of the smooth ceiling as the stone rattled side to side. The curved out tan colored sand grains had been designed as a stone which was the exit point for leaving the second dungeon space. She shoved the stone with a huff of force. The stone easily cracked open and slid sideways. Her nostrils smelled some of the familiar smells of baked goods such like, cake and cookies.

 

 

Kitchen space setting

 

 

Pelf wiggled upward and climbed over the flat dirty floor of the kitchen space with a grunt, sliding down over the smooth floor with a deep sigh of worry and angry. Her eardrums heard a set of footfalls. The kitchen staff would come back into the ground floor kitchen for more food trays to feed the hunger natives, who enjoyed a day of free work and fun entertainment. The sound of roaring hand claps and laughter echoed from wall to wall inside the kitchen space. Pelf slowly stood upright with a gasp to see the familiar male.

Educator, the tall and slender older male wore a head of cropped white tinted hair, a face of yellow tinted skin tone, and a pair of blue eyeballs and stood in front of Pelf, exhaling with a huff of worry. “I feared that someone would discover the hidden passageway. I never thought it would be you, Pelf. How did you find the secret society?”

She gasped with alarm. “I…I found the half-door of the dungeon here inside the hallway.”

He sneered. “Why are you here inside the kitchen?”

She gasped in shock and then snarled back the Sand servant as the first princess. “That is not important here. It is more important for you and me to help them get out and live away from the underground space below this kitchen floor.”

He exhaled. “I and you cannot.”

She nodded with a smile. “Yes, you and I can.”

He frowned. “No, you and I cannot.”

She grinned. Yes, I can. I will tell my father. He rules the Confederation.”

He nodded with a stern face. “He knows about the hidden society of creatures.”

She gasped in alarm. “That is not possible!”

He frowned with a nod. “Yes, it is all possible and well-known to some royals. Kung knows all about the secret society.”

She gasped. “Why would my father know about that and them? How would my father know about that and them? Why do the creatures all live in a secret society here below the kitchen floor?”

He back stepped from Pelf with a stern face and reached out, grabbing a set of two hard chairs, scooting both metal chairs in front of them. He pointed down at the empty chair in front of her dirty dress with a stern face. “If you want to know about the secret society, then I can tell you. If you want to leave, then go in peace.” She marched around the chair and sat down in silence with a puzzled brow. He scooted around the chair and sat down with a stern face in silence.

Pelf continued to stare at the Educator in silence, since he had seen the society of creatures below the kitchen floor also. Each creature appeared as a half-human species thing with one or more set of missing human body parts. Some of the creatures did not possess an arm or a leg or an eyeball or an earlobe. Some of the other young and mature creatures did not display a head of colorful hair. All the creatures did not stand upright like a man or a woman but was folded down at the waistline or slightly humpbacked coming from a deformed back spine. Each creature appeared healthy and communicated with a set of loud or soft grunts of musical sounds to each other and into the pair of eardrums of Pelf. She could not understand the set of loud and soft grunts of alphabetic sounds but continued to try to softly talk to each one with a smile. The more she softly talked, the more the creatures grunted to each one like each one was examining her instead. She exhaled with a nod and a stern face. “Why are they different from me and you? What is wrong with them?”

He exhaled with a sad heart and an active mind. “The wrongness is called genetic engineering. Genetic engineering is the deliberate modification of a life form by changing its original genetic material.”

She frowned. “I have never heard of it.”

“You will never hear of it. It was created to produce a designer baby, the Pamburg prince and princess.”

She gasped in alarm. “What does the Pamburg kingdom have to do with the society of creatures, who live underneath the kitchen of the Social Tower here within the Kingdom of the Sand?”

He nodded with a stern face. “Genetic engineering is a process, where the DNA is changed into a desirable trait within the life form.”

She gasped. “How is that possible? A baby is the product of a mother and a father. The baby does not change. It only grows inside the womb of the mother.”

“A baby is produced by a mother and a father. Then, the fetus is extracted out from the vagina of the Confederation princess and stored inside a glass bottle for protection and growth into a full term baby. There is a large room of glass bottles which contain an individual royal fetus that exists inside the Pamburg Kingdom.”

She gasped. “Why would an evil scientist from the Pamburg Kingdom do that to the fetus?”

He exhaled, “Because, the imperator of the Confederation ordered it done to each princess that carried a viable fetus.”

She gasped. “No. I don’t believe you. My father would not do that. Why would he do that?”

“A baby is nothing but cells, tissues, blood, and proteins, where the fetus comes directly from the gene patterns of the mother, the father, the grandmother, the grandfather, the first cousin, the aunt, the uncles, the sister, the brother, and maybe a long list ancient blood relatives. For example, your white hair is a genetic trait from your father or your grandmother or your uncle. In a new fetus that lives inside bottle within the Pamburg laboratory, a splatter of new inheritable DNA material is directly inserted into the tiny body of developing fetus, where all the old genes are completed replaced that is the best word to describe the barbaric process.

“Each Pamburg prince and princess newborn is birthed out from the glass bottle with a vivid display lock of amber hair, a tone of amber skin, and a pair of amber tinted eyeballs. Thus, all the original genes for the hair, the two eyeballs, and external skin have been completely replaced successful. However, some other ones are not successful. Sometimes, inside the glass bottle with the single fetus, a set of additional genes might have been knocked out or been removed by the barbaric process which would result in a vocal or a visual or a mental or all three mutations of the DNA. Thus, each one of the society of tertogogs is a failed set of DNA genes, where each life form has been terribly modified within the original DNA patterns.”

She frowned. “Tetrogogs, is that the name of their society? I have never heard of that name.”

“And you will never will from me or your father or your mother or another adult royal.”

She gasped in alarm, “Why not?” He exhaled with a huff of silence. Pelf nodded with a stern face. “Now, I completely understand. When I am the new imperatoress of the Confederation, I will order all the evil scientists of the Pamburg Kingdom to work and replace back all the original genes of the society of Tetrogogs. Then, they will be whole again.”

He shook the skull with a stern face. “A Tetrogog cannot be modified.”

She gasped in alarm, “Why not?”

“They can’t be modified. Each tiny fetus inside the glass bottle was altered during the development stage and then they were delivered in that current state of appearance at the time of birth, when the bottle broke open, spilling out a full time baby. A Tetrogog body cannot ever be changed. “

“What can be done for them?”

“Nothing!”

“No! No!” She gasped in alarm. “Yes! Yes! Something must be done for them.”

He exhaled. “They want to live their short lives inside the second dungeon which is underneath the warm air coming from all the baking and cooking ovens here inside the kitchen. The society of Tetrogogs, they all come out at night and eat here inside the kitchen for food. Then, they venture out to clean up the floor of this sand castle while the younger children play inside the warm ocean waters during the early morning hours…”

“The midnight curfew! My father has imposed a midnight curfew on each teen royal for bedtime which is strictly followed by every teen.”

He nodded with a stern face. “That is correct. Kung wants all the innocent and stupid teen royals out of the eye sight of the society of Tetrogogs.”

She nodded. “Now, I clearly understand and greatly disapprove. No! No! I must do something to help the society of Tetrogogs.”

“What can you do for them, Pelf? You are not even the new imperatoress.”

“I will go to my father.”

“He and the other previous dead imperators collected all the mutated babies that came out from the broken glass bottles inside the Pamburg laboratory and brought each one back here to the Kingdom of the Sand. No other royal can own a Tetrogog. Then, Kung uses each Tetrogog to clean up the interior of the Social Tower or…”

“I will not allow this happen anymore to one single Tetrogog,” she sneered.

He snarled. “And you are a teen, not an adult. You are not the new imperatoress, only a royal princess. All the other mature royals are fighting with the Pamburg royals for the land grab and riches of treasures. I don’t know how that battle fight is progressing. Kung has not told the populous of the people. However, Kung had ordered that the entire society of ugly and scary Tetrogogs stay out of sight and down here underneath this beautiful sand castle building or else. Tell me! Have you ever seen a tetrogog around your sand castle, inside your room or at your eating table?”

“I…”

“No! And you will never either,” he stood upright from the chair with a deep sigh. “It is getting late in the afternoon. I don’t know if there will be a royal academic session today, since we are at war. So I guess that the public presentation will be conducted, after we win the war with the Pamburg Kingdom. I suggest that you go back to your sand castle and practice your voluntarily role within the Nab, the Numb play. That play will determine the new imperatoress, in which, I hope that you win the leadership of the Confederation, Princess Pelf. We need a set of new and bright leaders with hope and mercy for all the natives and the creatures,” he back stepped with a slight bow to her and spun around with a stern face, dashing out the kitchen archway towards the one of the airships to flew to the Pamburg Kingdom while waiting on a new order from Kung. Or Educator would face a deadly punishment.

“Yes sir!” Pelf stood upright from the chair with a shout out and a deep sigh of worry. Educator was correct. She was only a teen, but a smart teen and the daughter of the imperator with some power. She moved ahead with a worried brow and stopped in place with a smile, reaching over and snatched the arm metal arm patch from the kitchen counter with a confused brow and tapped on the cool metal with a gasp of a whisper. Her eardrums could hear the cheers. Her bones could feel the movement inside the tower. However, her emotions were raw with worry and fear. Pelf didn’t want to join the fun party with the other natives of the Confederation inside the Social Tower with her royal friends either. She read out lout the information from the arm patch screen for her eardrums only. “The word ‘tetro’ is translated as gloomy, sullen, bleak, dismal, and grim. They are called Tetrogogs. The Gog prophecy is filled with the end of the days, but not the end of the world,” Pelf looked up with a puzzled brow to stare at the far wall inside the kitchen. “What does that mean?” She spun around and slowly moved ahead, exiting the kitchen space with a set of deep thoughts and a body of raw emotions, thinking of a way to aid the society of Tetrogogs to live within the Kingdom of the Sand without the help of her parents, moving across the sands towards her personal sand castle with a soft whisper. “I will save them. I promise them that.”

 

 

 

Pamburg Kingdom

Home of dead King Conic and his wife dead Queen Shemerry

and thirteen dead princesses

and single live and breathing Princess Teath

Warm temperatures and bright sun

Prince House location

Control room setting

 

 

Between the waters of the two Great Oceans, there existed a set of numerous continents. One of the largest continents was not named but composed with numerous vast kingdoms with an individual royal leader. The alliance of the kingdoms was called the Confederation. Near the top of the vast continent, there was the separate, isolated, and vast Pamburg Kingdom.

The Pamburg Kingdom rested on the opposite end of the continent and far away from the rest of the Confederation by a non-bloody method of a geographically land grab coming from the first set of ancient ancestors, centuries ago. To mark and measure off all the land property within the Pamburg Kingdom, the natives had built and currently maintained a curvy fence with a pair of matching twin gates. The semi-curvy and ugly high fence was one-third of a long section with an array of multiple criss-crossed shiny and glittering colorful crystal rock bars, running up, down, and sideways, creating a continuous fence in front of the Delta waters that kissed the mountain range dirt on the southwestern side.

On the northeastern side, the fence ran to the edge of the landscape and stopped at the Delta water line.

The fence plus the two gates kept the visitors out and kept the natives inside by choice. There was a set of two matching gates of multiple criss-crossed matching crystal rock bars that only opened outward where the two gates were powered into operation by a single handprint coming from each royal prince of ruling royal pair King Conic and Queen Shemerry.

Currently, the fourteen royal princes lived inside a set of two separated living quarters that was connected by a single central hallway in the middle of the twin gates. Each Prince House was located behind one crystal gate. Each royal prince served as a protector of the gate and the kingdom of Pamburg with a life force of duty and honor.

The Prince House almost matched the height and the length of each tall crystal gate, allowing each royal prince a separate apartment of privacy and loneliness until it was time for the Prince Walk. During the Prince Walk, one of the royal princes would survive and become the next king of the Pamburg Kingdom.

On top of the Delta waters, a floating fleet of seven river barges coming from the Kingdom of the Lakes wobbled side to side without a crew or a royal member. Each Confederation warrior was fighting in blood and guts with a Pamburg squire inside the hidden inners of the Gate Tower. Each royal male moved off the barge flat deck and then selected one of the rough wooden benches inside one of three tiny row boats, which was being steered by Countess Zorachina, who was returning all of them back towards the mountain castle to stake a claim of one of the abandoned landscapes without a Pamburg viable king and queen.

From the Kingdom of the Lakes, Countess Zorachina possessed a tone of pink tinted skin without a strand of hair, a pair of green eyes, and a body style of tallness with a set of ripping girly muscles and wore the rubber work clothes. She sat inside the front bench and held down the lever as all three row boats sailed away from the glittering gates with the set of king-husbands. Then, she and all the other husband-kings will meet all the other wife-queens on top of the lake mountain of the Pamburg castle.

The parade of three tiny row boats continued to steer from the first river badge on top of the Delta waters, leaving the command center behind inside the ugly dragon head of purple with a pair of red eyeballs empty. Each Confederation king wore a purple tinted dangling earring on one earlobe that was associated with each wife and a pair of red tinted devil horns that was associated with a royal teen male while listening in silence.

On top of the green tinted swamp waters, from the Kingdom of the Lakes Count Quinastine continued to sit on top of the second bench inside the first wooden row boat and stared out into the new landscape of water and flat yellow soil with a confused brow, reaching up and tapped on the devil horn, speaking through the purple tinted earring to each husband-king and wife-queen. “I didn’t hear one single voice from the young royal males. What’s wrong up there inside Gate Tower?”

Amoywane turned and smiled at the new landscape of the Pamburg Kingdom while hearing the soft mumblings inside the face patches with confusion. “Nothing is wrong! All our royal sons are engaged in war. No one has touch to social-chat during a battle, non-warrior Quinastine.”

Kung stared with a sour frown at the mountain castle. “Shush, kings! I can’t hear the dying screams of the dead with your mumblings.”

Allakon looked up to see the bottom of the Gate Tower in puzzlement. “I don’t see a line of bloody dead bodies hanging down from the openings underneath the Gate House either.”

Fallacious smiled at the purple tinted short mountain castle within the Pamburg Kingdom ahead. “Our warriors and our royal sons fight inside the inner guts of the Gate Tower. After the war, we will tour the Gate Tower and then examine each dead body of a squire. I wanna arrive and see the mysterious mountain castle first and meet the king’s eyeballs face to face also.”

 

 

Second level floor

Cavern interior setting of the dead Nans

Warm temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

Each sleeping chamber within the Princess Building used to contain a sister princess. Now, it contained only the light breeze from the passing white clouds.

From outer space the planet dazzled in bright and vivid colors. However, on the wet surface, Planet Pamburg consisted of a series of flat red colored marshlands where only a matching red colored viper and her babies waited for a set of delicious non-flying rojo birds.

The non-flying rojo birds were a small and compact group of mammals that were colored in bright pink and dull blue with a set of soft and pretty feathers over the body. The body was plump and round from eating tons of the bitter smelling yellow colored swamp moss.

Between the flat march lands, there was an orange colored swamp. The orange swamps and the red marshlands clashed against each other in alternating rows of beauty and danger. The rows run side by side and around the entire length of the planet which made the planet useless for crop fields of food, plant stocks for clothes, and fun time of play for the natives, since the swamps contained a variety of vicious mammals that ate each other and anything else the happen to walk or fly without an open mouth of fangs.

 

Inside the cool cavern on the side of the mountain castle facing the eastern sunrise, Pamburg Squire Number Fifty-six slowly chopped away the soft dirt on the side wall until a large section of the rock fell forward and dropped down on top of his naked toes. He run backwards with a gasp and moved away from the set of falling rocks and stopped a few feet from the wall, staring with a gasp at the new opening within the side wall of residence of the Nans. Each Nan was a dead body by a talented shaft of a rouge baby sitter and not buried either.

Each queen dashed ahead with a smile and stopped in front of the tall opening, cuddling in a tight group with sounds of awe.

Naked Jennessee wiggled side to side with a giggle. “Don’t touch my ass, Glay! Your shaft is warm on my naked skin.”

Naked Glay stood in a tight huddle with a smile behind the ass of Jennessee with a wicked smirk and an evil laugh. “That wasn’t my shaft, queen!” She leaned over and slapped a naked hand on the naked ass of Jennessee with a grin and a giggle. “That’s wasn’t my shaft either,” laughing.

Jennessee wiggled a naked body side to side again with a giggle and a grin. “Your hands are warm to the touch.”

“My body is hot to the touch also.” Glay leaned over and rested a pair of naked breasts into the back spine of Jennessee with a soft giggle. Jennessee giggled and wiggled side to side while enjoying the soft touches coming from the hand and the pair of breasts of sexy Glay with a smile.

Naked Haildrameme reached up and waved the fine cave dust with a cough, moving through the new opening with a smile. “I see numerous warm rays of sunshine. This is the real entrance with a set of ancient rock covered steps which leads up to the mountain lake. Let’s move up the staircase, queens!”

Naked Ylangling turned to see the entrance cave with a smile. “We should wait for our husband-kings.”

Naked Jennessee danced side to side feeling the naked hand of Glay with a giggle. “We should not. Ylangling is collecting them. The young army of males with our royal sons is killing off the rest of Pamburg princes. We will go up and explode the mountain castle. Lead us up to the mountain lake, naked queen Haildrameme!”

Naked Haildrameme reached up and slapped off the activated purple tinted earring that provided communicate to the other listening eardrums with a giggle. She wanted to experience the peak of the short mountain in loneliness first and slowly stepped over each rock with a pair of naked feet and stepped onto the first smooth rock covered step, climbing up the staircase into the bright sunlight with a smile. The rest of the queens followed behind her naked ass with a set of giggles and grins.

Naked Ylangling reached up and pressed off the purple tinted earring also and turned a face to see the new opening with a smile in silence, following behind the naked ass of Haildrameme with a giggle to see the new mountain castle for the first time.

The other queens turned off the face patch purple tinted earring also to experience the visual beauty of the mountain castle first while following behind a naked ass with a smile, climbing up the rock-coated staircase towards the bright sunshine it a giggle of happiness.

On top of the cavern floor inside the Nan cave, the squire exhaled with a huff of worry while hearing the sad news. The young army of Confederation was battling with the young princes. If one prince did not survive the battle, then the kingdom of Pamburg was doomed.

Naked Glay moved ahead and reached down, grabbing the shaft from the hand of squire for precaution, slowly stepping over the large chunks of rock on a pair of naked feet. “Come on, slave! We are the new royals of this new landscape now.”

The squire exhaled with another huff of worry and slowly moved ahead in a pair of naked feet, an exposed naked chest, and a set of manly underwear, following behind the naked ass of Glay through the new opening.

 

 

Prince House location

Lowest floor level

Warm temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

Three semi-crooked rows of mature and elderly Pamburg squires ran ahead with a twirling shaft of exposed blades in the air and formed a blocking line in front of the twelve Pamburg sixteen-year-old princes for a kill shot at the enemy while collectively offering brotherly protection, spotting several semi-crooked rows of young-looking Confederation male warriors with a rotating shaft. One of the twelve Pamburg sixteen-year-old princes must survive the vicious battle to become the next Pamburg king and marry the last Pamburg princess as told by the ancient stone tablet from the beginning of time, where each squire had learned the truth a few moments ago.

The first line of males collided and crashed with loud screams of death and flying blood of suffering. Young and old bodies of males fell side to side in pain and then death as the other young and old bodies continued to fight with red tinted cuts and developing blue tinted bruises. The second line of males performed a body collision with a set of yells and an array of blood while fighting and bleeding a body part. Then, the three lines of running bodies mashed together in an ugly array of screams and blood also.

Modoc and Vantrey both dashed around the wall corner coming from the lowest level that housed an exterior platform of thirteen airships and led two rows of royals that came from the Confederation with a loud rebel yell of victory. Then, Modoc reached over with a gasp and grabbed the arm of Vantrey, jerking them both upright into a halt in the middle of the corridor to stare at the fighting scene with a sneer, “Stop! Listen to me, royals! We are now destined to rule the entire continent. We allow all the Sun, Lake, and Land natives to kill all the older squires of the mature and late chronological years instead of us. We must concentrate and corner, killing each one of the fourteen Pamburg princes, before one of them escapes into the landscape of the kingdom. Or we will never find him inside the unfamiliar territory lands. Each prince is young of age and strong of muscle. Pair up into two fighting teams or group into threes, then each team spy and spot a prince for the kill. Let’s finish this up! I’m getting hunger for the lunch meal,” he laughed with the other royals.

“Our dumbass leader Modoc of the teen royals is not smart. There are nine of us brave royals of the Confederation and fourteen Pamburg princes. Even a stupid Sand servant can subtract nine from fourteen, leaving a reminder of five. So, each prince gets to kill two Pamburg princes, but stupid Modoc.”

Vantrey spun around with a smile to see the rest of the teens and reached up, slapping a naked chest with a laugh. “All of the fucking teen royals, who ain’t wearing a shirt, are more stupid. That’s a good way to get a shaft burn and then a deadly heart attack which will end your royal life of riches and luxury. Do you get it now? It is an attack within your heart without wearing a shirt to protect the naked chest.” Each royal teen wore a pair of wet trousers, a pair of drowned boots, and displayed a dry but naked chest of muscles, expect for Modoc

Modoc spun around with a sneer at the fighting scene while standing near the solid wall of twinkling crystal rock, exhaling with huff of annoyance at Ferron. Ferron had continued to display his loving affection for Princess Pelf both vocally and physically by touching her hand and her cheekbone of flesh right in front of Modoc. Modoc sneered. “We work as a fighting team of warriors. Spread out into a long line from wall to wall! Then, each pair of shafts attack and kill each Pamburg prince,” he whispered for his eardrums only, “Then, I will win and become the new king with my new queen Pelf of the entire continent.”

Second prince Jarl from the Kingdom of the Land moved ahead and stood beside Vantrey and his blood brother Altus, who was the blood brother of Modoc also while laughing with a smile at the fighting scene of flying shafts and flying blood proteins. “That’s why Modoc is going to be the next great imperator!”

“That’s why Modoc is going to die first. Then, I will be the next greatest imperator of the Confederation,” Ferron dashed ahead and stopped, standing on the opposite wall and beside his blood brother Gannon while continuing to stare at the fighting scene with an evil laugh and a wicked grin. Modoc would die in battle today. Then, Ferron would marry the next imperatoress Princess Pelf as they would be happy and become the next new king and queen of both the Pamburg kingdom and the Confederation.

Altus stood between his brother Jarl and Qcraft. He wasn’t a great fighter but a great farmer, exhaling with a huff of fear at the fighting scene. “We shouldn’t have brought along the fighting teams of metalists. They are very good with a shaft.”

Qcraft stared at the fighting scene with a sneer. “They’re a bunch of sissy girls. We’re a bunch of manly men. A male fights better than a girl, any hour of the day, any day of the week.”

Datto stared at the fighting scene with a laugh, “O really! I dare you to take on Pio with her talented shaft, since she could whip your ass with two fingers on one hand.”

“Shut up, royals! Stay focused on your prize, the fourteen princes!” Vantrey growled at the fighting scene which was located down the long corridor. The mature squires were doing a good job of beating the Confederation natives into lumps of blood and flesh.

Ferron continued to stare at the fighting scene of bodies and blood, waving the shaft side to side. “Our true leader has spoken out loud to the other teen royals. Vantrey is going to kill and take down more princes than any of us.”

In the middle of the corridor, six individual groups contained a pair of sixteen-year-old Pamburg princes that had escaped through a separate hole that the line of squires had opened. Tall Lopeeco advanced ahead first, cuddling Octan in one bicep while swinging the shaft side to side.

“I get the first two kills of the day,” Vantrey slowly strolled ahead with a smile and stopped a few feet, standing in front of the line of royal teens with a chuckle while twirling the shaft in both hands to protect the body, readying for the enemy attack. Lopeeco continued to dash ahead with Octan in one hand and waved the shaft in the other free hand directly towards Vantrey. Vantrey reared back the arm with the shaft to the side for the kill shot at the shorter prince first, who was cuddled into the bicep of the taller Pamburg prince for protection while exposing a naked chest.

Lopeeco tossed the shaft into the air over the amber colored hair roots with a soft chuckle, quickly shuffling short Octan into the other bulky bicep, catching the flying shaft with the free hand, pressing the button. A set of nasty tiny blades protruded through the smooth rod. He reared back and flung forward an arm, slamming the rod into the naked chest of Vantrey, deeply racking the set of tiny blade tips over the exposed flesh of the Confederation royal teen. Vantrey screamed in pain and folded down at the waistline, slowly tumbling forward, landing down onto the floor in stillness. Lopeeco released Octan from the princely brother-huddle. Octan swiftly ran ahead with a smile and a giggle while Lopeeco rapidly raced behind with a loud cheer of victory and a grin.

The rest of the Pamburg princes split apart and swiftly scattered over the level floor of squire apartment, quickly racing ahead through the solid line of eight upright and stunned Confederation royal teens, slamming a talented shaft in-between each pair of two royal teens with a quick dog fight, shoving each teen royal into each other and then dashed ahead with a smile and turned the wall corner with a loud cheer of victory and individual freedom. The lower level of the Gate Tower housed a landing dock, where a single shiny silver tinted airship stood in live power for an easy escape.

Prince Wesuckie with a face of brown freckles slammed into side nose profile of Modoc, who had been watching grounded Vantrey instead of fighting with the shaft. Modoc shuffled sideways and hit the solid wall with a gasp falling on his ass on top of the hard floor. Wesuckie raced ahead with a cheer and turned the wall corner for freedom.

Ferron ricocheted out from the side wall after the surprise attack from the Pamburg prince and dropped the shaft down onto the floor, leaping sideways from the side wall, reaching out and wrapped both cupped hands around one of the moving legs of Prince Vinton. Vinton tumbled forward with a gasp and then descended, tumbling down onto the floor with a scream. Altus and Qcraft swiftly stood upright and dashed ahead with a sneer, lifting upward, slamming down his shaft on top of the rear skull together. Vinton screamed and then exhausted his last breath of life. Ferron swiftly stood upright and turned to face the end of the hallway, running ahead with a gasp and a shout out of fury. “Get up! Follow me! The rest of Pamburg princes are escaping to each one of the airships on the lower level. Turn around! Attack their asses before they reach the airships. Or we will never kill the rest of them and rule the Pamburg Kingdom,” he turned the wall corner with a growl and ran ahead towards the platform of airship. The rest of the royal teens of Confederation swiftly stood upright with a growl and followed behind the back spine of Ferron, except for Modoc and Vantrey.

On the lowest level of the Gate Tower, Prince Octon swiftly ran ahead and away from the other Pamburg brothers with a worried brow and entered the cockpit of the closest airship with a set of heavy pants of fear, sliding down into the pilot chair, slapping both hands over the glass console of the powered up airship that had been provided by the smart squire. “Get away from the hatchway door right now! Closing the door right now! Lifting off the platform right now!” The ramp retracted up and sucked back down into the floor base of the ship.

Tall and muscular Prince Lopeeco skidded to a halt in front of the open hatchway of the first airship with a sneer at the amber tinted hairy rear skull of Octan. “Hey, squirt! I’m here.” The hatchway door slammed shut. Then, the first airship lifted upward and then slowly steered forward, moving away from the Gate Tower, swiftly flying into the blue sky out of danger. Lopeeco tumbled backwards with a smile and a laugh from hot steam of the roaring engine and side stepped, rushing through the open archway, sliding down into the pilot seat in silence. The second airship lifted upward and then slowly steered forward, moving away from the Gate Tower, swiftly flying into the blue sky out of danger. He laughed with happiness at the escape.

Tall and muscular Prince Tantum with the hooked nose dashed ahead into the next parked and warmed airship behind tall and muscular Prince Estill. Tantum grabbed the pilot chair with Estill as the co-pilot. The door closed. The third airship launched into the air waves and flew away from the Gate House.

Prince Gaspers with a crooked nose ran into the fourth airship and slid down into the pilot chair, closing the door, and then lifted upward off the platform without waiting on a princely brother.

Prince Neave with a pair of long lean legs ran ahead with a laugh and entered the next airship, sliding down into the pilot seat, shifting a set of long fingers over the glass console. Tall and slender Prince Zibo followed the back spine of Neave, sliding down into the co-pilot chair. The door closed. The fifth airship lifted off the platform, flying away from the Gate Tower.

Prince Wesuckie followed behind the back spine of Prince Ashebull, who possessed a head of long curly head of amber colored hair. Ashebull slid down into the pilot seat with a smile with Wesuckie as the co-pilot. The door closed. The airship lifted upward and then launched off the platform and into the blue sky as the sixth airship.

Prince Boykin was tall with a set of slender muscles and a mouth of buck teeth dashed ahead and entered the ship, sliding down into the pilot ship.

Prince Meigh was one of the shortest brothers shouted out loud, “Wait! Wait for me!”

“Get in, boy! We gotta go right now!” Meigh entered the ship and tumbled over the floor. The door closed. The airship launched as the seventh air craft flew throughout the air waves.

A set of seven airships slowly lifted off the exterior platform of the prince house, trailing a plume of white tinted steam through the blue sky for an easy escape from the royals and their shafts.

 

Inside the middle hallway of the rows of squire apartments, Vantrey rested on top of the floor. Modoc slammed into the side wall with a loud grunt from the shove of the prince and reached up, rubbing a big bruise on the rear of the skull. Ferron ran ahead with a stern face and led the other royal teens with a growl, turning the wall corner with a shout out to the other teen male royals through the active red tinted devil horn forehead patch. “Grab an airship! We must follow them inside one of their own airships. I’ll follow and kill the princes inside the first flying airship. Gannon, go and get the next airship and steer behind me! Target and chase after each airship. There are two princes inside each airship! Two for the price of one!” he laughed into the devil horn face patch.

Gannon ran behind the butthole Ferron with a stern face and as the red tinted devil horn forehead patch twinkled. “How many princes did you count, Ferron?”

Jarl dashed ahead down the corridor beside Gannon with a stern face, saying into the devil horn patch. “There are fourteen of them.”

Altus raced beside Jarl and Gannon with a laugh, saying into the devil horn patch. “There are thirteen of them now. We killed one of them inside the bloody hallway.”

“I killed him.” Qcraft growled.

Datto ran behind the back spine of the other male royals with a confused brow. “I don’t count thirteen princes. I counted less than thirteen.”

Gannon moved ahead to see the lifting airships with a worried brow. “How many airships have launched and flew away from us?”

Lorchess dashed behind the other royals with a stern face. “There are fourteen spots for fourteen airships. Half of fourteen is seven. Seven different airships have successfully launched from the exterior platform with two Pamburg princes.”

Jarl ran ahead with a smile. “Signal the river barge to blow up each one of the airships!”

Altus dashed beside his brother with a frown. “We aren’t wearing a face patch to signal the gunner inside the river barge.”

Datto raced ahead with a hiss. “The river barge doesn’t have a firing f-bomb gun.”

“Yeah, they do!” Ferron ran in the lead with a laugh.

Jarl spun around with a puzzled brow and ran backwards toward the row of airships with the other teen royals, waving the shaft side to side. “Where’s Modoc?” Altus ran ahead and entered through the open hatchway of a powered airship, sliding down into the pilot seat without waiting on his brother in silence.

Qcraft dashed ahead with a snarl and ran inside the last airship. “He’s crying over a broken fingernail. Fuck him! I see that the last airship of princes has escaped from the Prince House without a killing. Go and get flying and find each prince. Or we lost the war!”

Jarl spun around with a sneer and ran ahead, entering the airship with his brother Altus. The airship lifted off the platform next, flying in the air, chasing after one of the Pamburg ships.

“We all fly off the platform, into the air, and then surround and corral as many Pamburg ships as possible in the sky. We need to force them down into a crash-landing and then work as a team to kill the princes.” Ferron entered the eighth airship that was powered up and slid down into the pilot chair, slamming both hands over the glass console. The airship launched into the air after the first the airship.

Each Confederation royal ran up the sloped ramp and slid down into the pilot seat, flying the airship off the platform and away from the Gate House, targeting one Pamburg airship.

Jarl steered the fourteenth last Pamburg airship off the exterior landing platform and soared through the air waves. The loud boom and an f-bomb hit the fourth Pamburg airship within the pale blue sky, creating a beautiful explosion wave of loud sound and colors of blues, reds, yellows, and pinks. He slammed both hands to the side as the fourteenth airship veered away from the gate house, saying into the red tinted forehead devil horn patch with a worried brow. “Did you see that, brother? The gunner on the river barge hit and killed the airship with the prince.”

Altus piloted the thirteenth airship ahead of his brother Jarl, saying into the red tinted forehead devil horn with a gasp. “No, he didn’t,” he read the glass screen in the pilot seat with a sour frown. “It is an f-bomb coming from a River Rat speed boat. The f-bomb hit and killed the pilot of the fourth airship. Was that one of our royals? Drop down lower to the swamp water for protection and away from the crystal fence and the River Rats.” A series of f-bomb launched one at a time coming from a line of wobbling River Rat speed boats on top of the waters and into the air. Each air-borne airship junked to the side and flew away from the individual fiery f-bombs, flying away from the crystal fence also. He reached up and slapped the one of the red tinted face patch of devil horns with a sneer for all eardrums. “The fourth escaping airship with the prince is dead now, compliments of the fucking f-bomb from the River Rats. Me and Jarl are following the last two Pamburg airships and then we will kill that set twin of princes. Call out the number of airship that you are chasing! So we don’t let any one of the other princes escape also.”

 

Inside the ninth airship, the voice of Gannon said via the devil horn face patch. “Ferron and I lifted off exterior platform of the Gate House first. So, we got the first and second airship with the pair of Pamburg princes.”

Inside the eleventh airship, the voice of Datto said via the devil horn face patch. “Me and my brother Lorchess will attack and kill the princes inside third and the fifth airships. The fourth airship is gone. The prince is dead.”

Inside the twelfth airship, “We know that.” Pilot Lorchess growled over the devil horn face patch.

“Shut up, Lorchess!” Inside the thirteenth airship, pilot Altus sneered into the face patch at the other teens. “Me and Jarl are going after the sixth and the seventh airships. So, I guess that Qcraft gets no princely skulls. Tough shit!” His laughter echoed throughout each face patch.

The line of seven individual soaring airships dropped down from the blue sky and sailed towards one of the new landscape terrains as each Confederation pilot inside another Pamburg airship split apart from a second vertical line and then veered sideways while following a single Pamburg airship with the bad intention of killing the prince.

 

Inside the thirteenth airship, Altus steered with both hands over the smooth glass console with an evil laugh into the red tinted devil horn forehead face patch. “Look over there! The skyline that holds a series of colorful flying f-bombs has spooked each pilot. The last two Pamburg airships in airship line have broken apart and are heading down towards the flat land of growing crops. We got them now.”

 

 

Swamp waters location

Warm temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

Each male royal had slowly left the command post and then exited off the deck of the first river barge, selecting and sitting down one of the rough benches inside one of three tiny row boats with sounds of song and laughter as the war battle progressed inside the Prince House which was hidden from the eyeballs but hear through the devil horn face patch while favoring the Confederation.

The mountain castle rested on top of an open mountain flat top, not an arched peak. Centuries ago, the winds, the ice, and the storms had blown away the steep arched peak. Then the hard ice melted down and curved out a deep lake of fresh water, which is used for drinking water on top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain was comprised of an extremely large plaid fresh water lake without the surrounding edge of tree groves, short plants, and rows of wildflowers. The mountain flat top was high enough for warm temperatures during the daylight hours and cool temperatures at nighttime slumber.

A circular thick and high wall of rock held the lake water in pace. In front of the thick wall, there stood fourteen individual princess domes for fourteen princess sister personalities.

On the opposite side of the lake, the princess cave room hid from the sun and the wind, where the sisters had gathered to eat, to study, and to play. Inside the cave room, on the side wall, there stood the single archway which led into the princess throne room, where thirteen dead sister princesses rested inside a water pit with alive or dead gator.

The royal parents of King Conic and Queen Shemerry resided on a flat landscape palace inside one of the villages and away from the princesses. The Nans protected and watched over each princess day and night.

The eastern side of the mountain castle viewed the twin gates and the Delta waters. The northern side of the mountain housed all the work villages of working natives.

The southern side was composed of more wetlands. Around the mountain castle, the landscaped consisted of a series of flat red colored marshlands where only a matching red colored viper and her babies waited for a set of delicious non-flying red tinted rojo birds.

The non-flying rojo birds were a small and compact group of mammals that were colored in bright pink and dull blue with a set of soft and pretty feathers over the body. The body was plump and round from eating tons of the bitter smelling yellow colored swamp moss.

Between the flat marshlands, there were twirling set of misshaped green colored swamps.

The green colored swamps and the yellow plots of hard land clashed against each other in alternating rows of beauty and danger. The winding rows run side by side and around the entire length of the planet which made the planet useless for crop fields of food, plant stocks for clothes, and fun time of play for the natives.

The swamps contained a variety of vicious mammals that ate each other and anything else the happen to walk or fly without an open mouth of fangs. There were the swampy creatures which were called gators that owned and ruled the swamps.

Zorachina was seated in the front of the first tiny row boat with a pair of purple tinted earrings and a matching tiara with a confused brow of silence from the face patches. She did not possess a set of red tinted devil horns to hear the vicious battle between the Confederation warriors and the Pamburg princes. She continued to slowly steer a parade of three tiny row boats back towards the mountain castle with a full load of heavy bodies. She had discovered an electronic foot pedal that operated the tiny row without the heavy paddle, but she had to travel over the salt water at very low speed. Else, each tiny row boat would tilt over and drop down into the gator infested waters.

From the Kingdom of the Sun, Princelet Zitgestum sat inside the three row boat on the rear bench and turned with a smile to see the new landscape while hearing some of the screams inside the red tinted devil horn, whispering into the purple tinted earring face patch for all eardrums. “My princely son Qcraft has killed two of the princes. He is leading the bloody royal competition.”

“This is not a competition. This is war.” From the Kingdom of the Fire, Baron Vetepurr sat inside the second row boat on the first bench and turned with a sneer to see the new landscape after hearing the same soft mumbling sounds through the devil horn face patch. There was a battle of swords and men but he didn’t know what the Confederation was performing.

From the Kingdom of the Snow, King Amoywane smiled at the new landscape and said through the purple tinted earring for fun. “Qcraft is the first war hero of the battle. I hope that he is still alive and breathing after the vicious fight and victorious win, my dear royal friend Zitgestum.”

Zitgestum continued to stare with a smile at the new landscape of the Pamburg Kingdom which was be controlled by the royals of the Confederation. “He will live and be still alive but I can’t compliment you about your two sons, my dear royal friend Amoywane. Thus, Qcraft should be considered for the new imperator.”

From the Kingdom of the Land, Duke Allakon sat inside the second row boat on the rear bench with a smile into the purple tinted earring face patch. “My son Modoc will be the new imperator. He is the leader of the young royals since birth.”

From the Kingdom of the Wind, Fallacious sat inside the second row boat in the front bench seat with a smile and stared at the new landscape. “Where is your son Modoc? I don’t hear his unique baritone voice inside my personal devil horn patch.”

Allakon turned with a smile to see a long line of flying airships inside the blue sky. “You do not hear his voice, because my son Modoc is flying an airship and leading the Confederation army to finish off the Pamburg princes in the air waves.”

From the Kingdom of the Lakes, Quinastine stared with a smile at the line of airships, after hearing the command words from his son. “My son Ferron is leading and flying the first airship. Do you see the line of soaring ships in the close distance?”

The line of seven individual soaring airships dropped down from the blue sky and sailed towards one of the new landscape terrains as each Confederation pilot inside another Pamburg airship split apart from a second vertical line and then veered sideways while following a single Pamburg airship with the bad intention of killing the prince. The skyline held a series of colorful flying f-bombs which had spooked each pilot. The first seven airships swiftly split and broke apart flying down towards the flat land of growing crops.

Zitgestum pointed up into the skyline with a gasp at the red colorful f-bomb that had targeted airship. “Look at that! The nasty gunners of the River Rats are interfering with our royal war. Kill them all right now, Quinastine!”

Quinastine laughed at the line of soaring airships, “My personal thank you to the River Rats! They have eliminated one of the airships from a lousy flight line. They’re doing us a favor. There is one less prince to capture and kill.”

Allakon gasped with alarm at the destroyed airship while continued to see a long line of individual soaring airships in the blue sky. “And the accurate gunner of the River Rats speed boat can easily eliminate one or two of our royal sons too.”

Fallacious smiled at the line of soaring airships also, “Naw! Our royal sons are too smart for both the River Rats and the Pamburg princes. Go and get and kill all the bastards, my son Exmore!”

 

 

Mountain lake location

King Dome setting

Warm temperatures with bright sunshine

with two miles per hour winds

 

 

Naked Haildrameme moved up the staircase and stomped onto the hard stone floor of the mysterious King Dome first with a smile, strolling ahead and encircling the open dome with a giggle in silence.

The King Dome was an open structure with a purple tinted rock covered floor and rooftop without a single solid wall or a doorway. The dome floor held another set of steps that led down onto the flat level of smooth purple colored rock, where a natural lake had formed on the top peak of the mountain. The rest of the yellow tinted ground landscape of individual plots of land was too wild and too violent for a vicious viper, much less a royal princess. The shortest mountain on Pamburg housed a placid lake and a majestic dome, where the king and queen lived, who watched over each precious daughter. The lake waters slowly and calmly flowed down one side of the short mountain into a set of sixteen sparkling mini-rivers. Between each placid mini-river, a princess dome had been built which totaled fourteen, one for each royal princess. On the outer edges of the two mini-rivers, there was not a dome structure. Thus, the king and the queen of Pamburg always birthed a set of fourteen princesses that represent the strength and the survival of the short Pamburg Mountain.

Kingdom of the Snow, Queen Ylangling held a tall and fat body frame from the cold months of warm shelter inside her castle on top of the mountain range, possessing a tone of peachy skin tint, a pair of green eyes, and a head of black hair, a pair of purple tinted dangling stomped up the last stone step and slowly strolled around the new structure with a sour frown. “It is only a dome building without one piece of comfortable sitting furniture for my royal body without a set of nicely decorated walls and without an entrance door to go outside. So, what is so great about this royal empty palace spot?” She was the mother of one daughter Kamela, two sons Datto, and Lorchess.

From the Kingdom of the Land, Duchess Torgeezus was a woman of average height with a head of black colored hair, a tone of dark tinted skin, and a pair of brown eyes with a face of brown freckles, making her appearance stand out and unique from her other queens. Each small and concentrated spot of skin pigmentation an individual freckle was called melanin. Her freckles appeared and varied in number which was controlled by a set of two separate DNA genes. She wore a naked body and strutted up the staircase behind Ylangling with smile and moved ahead towards the lake. She stopped in front of the water, reaching down, dipping a big toe down into the lake with a gasp. “The water is cold,” she parked both hands at the waistline with a smile, feeling a tickling sensation of the light breeze from the wind on top of the mountain castle. “The fresh water lake is beautiful. The sky is beautiful. The fluffy clouds are pretty. I love it here. I wanna live here on top of the mountain castle. We each can occupy a dome.”

Inside the king dome, she was the tall and slender a head of long thick white tinted hair and a crooked nose. Naked Haildrameme slowly strolled around the empty floor with a smile and a nod, extending both arms even with the flat dark purple tinted floor. She was the mother of two daughters Pelf and Nixie. “It is the palace of our entire continent. I will rule here until my final days…”

“Your final day of imperatoress rule is tomorrow,” Ylangling moved ahead towards the edge of the dome with a laugh. “The Public Presentation is tomorrow, where the populous of the people will determine the new imperatoress.”

“…which will be my daughter first born royal princess Ovilla,” Jennessee had heard the challenge and emerged up from the staircase with a smile. She was the next tallest royal with a slender body frame and a set of long fingers on a pair of elegant hands for drawing and a long pair of lean legs for dancing for entertainment work. Her hair texture was composed of thin locks of short whimsy hair that tumbled down onto her collar bone and as she possessed a set of buck teeth, making her smile really ugly.

She slowly strolled through the empty dome towards the flat dry bank around the fresh lake with a smile and a shout out.

“…which will be my daughter first born princess royal Kamela,” Ylangling stopped at the edge of the dome floor to see the sky and the landscape with a smile.

Naked Jennessee emerged up from the staircase and slowly moved around the dome room with a puzzled brow. “What is this place?”

The squire climbed the staircase and exited into the warm sunshine, moving ahead, and then stopped underneath the king dome and continued to stare at each naked ass while exhaling with annoyance while captured and working as a real slave. “This is the king dome, where the king and the queen oversee the kingdom.”

Naked Jennessee stared at the new landscape with a sneer. “It is our queen dome and our kingdom, now, slave!”

The squire exhaled with a huff of annoyance. “Yes, queen!”

Naked Jennessee snapped the fingers with a growl at the landscape. “Bring us a tray of food right now, slave!”

The squire exhaled with annoyance while captured and working as a real slave. “Yes, queen!”

Naked Jennessee snapped the fingers again with a smile. “And bring us a tray of cold drinks with the tray of hot food, slave!”

Outside the perimeter of the lake, Naked Torgeezus slowly jogged around the flat rock bank that surrounded the circular blue tinted fresh lake with a smile, staring down at the lake, up at the sky, over to the crystal fence, and over to the new landscape with a shout out and a smile. “It is so warm up here on top of the mountain castle. It makes me feel happy. When I am happy, I feel sexy.” She was the mother of three sons Modoc, Jarl, and Altus.

Inside the king dome, naked Glay moved up the staircase last and moved around the empty dome with a laugh. She was a head taller than the other queens with a thick frame of muscles and an aristocratic nose. She stopped inside the king dome and stood upon a set of naked toes and as an individual finger performed a thrust in and out of her wet vagina. She possessed a unique set of feet with an extended second toe on both feet which was an inherited trait.

Naked Haildrameme continued to encircle the dome floor and stopped with a gasp, spinning around, sliding down into the smooth throne chair of purple tinted rock, and then wiggled the naked ass side to side with a giggle. She smiled at the upright naked body of Glay in the middle of the dome. “What are you doing, Glay? Are you fucking your own vagina for fun?”

Naked Glay tossed a head backwards while standing inside the king dome with a smile and a deep sigh of sexual pleasure. “I get sex horny watching all the naked tits and asses bounce up and down in front of my eyeballs. Yeah, I’m finger fucking my vagina for an orgasm which feels so good,” she continued to thrust a finger in and out of her vagina while panting in heavy breathes of self-sex with a grin.

Naked Ylangling stopped at the edge of the floor and spun around with a smile and a nod. “I can do that too!” She parted both the legs and reached down, touching the fussy pubic hair, jerking a finger inside her vagina with a smile, slowly massaging the outer lips of the vagina, feeling the wetness from seeing a naked ass of each queen. She slowly performed a thrust in and out with two fingers with a set of moan of pleasure.

Naked Haildrameme stood upright from the throne chair with a giggle. “I can do that, three!” She veered towards the lake bank with a smile. “But I need a bed to lie down on my back spine to enjoy the fucking sensation. I don’t finger fuck standing upright like an animal, Glay,” she strolled outside the dome with a smile and moved ahead towards the flat bank, finding a rock-made piece of furniture like a sleeping bed mattress without a bedcover. She stopped and slid down over the smooth rock on the back spine, paring the legs and bent the kneecaps upright, shoving two fingers into a wet vagina with a giggle. She performed a thrust in and out with a set of loud moans.

Naked Ylangling spun around with a smile and continued to thrust the two fingers into her own vagina, slowly limping towards another rock-made piece of furniture like a sleeping bed mattress without a bedcover. She stopped and spun around, sliding an ass and a back spine over the smooth warm rock with a sigh, performing a thrust in and out with two fingers while sounding loudly with a set of groans of sexual pleasure.

Naked Torgeezus stopped the jog with a giggle and stared at the fucking action of Haildrameme and Ylangling on top of the rock-made bed mattress with a grin. “What in the fuck are you fucking?”

“I’m creating an orgasm from finger fucking my own vagina. I do it all the time. I can produce just as much lust pleasure as a male dick can,” Naked Haildrameme smiled with a sigh and continued to thrust tow fingers in and out of her own vagina.

“I’m going to experience an orgasm first. I like to finger fuck when I get mad at my husband. Then, he sleeps in the other room. I miss his dick, so I create my own with my two fingers,” Naked Ylangling smiled with a sigh and continued to thrust tow fingers in and out of her own vagina.

Naked Torgeezus dashed ahead towards one of the rock-made sleeping beds with a giggle and stopped, spinning around and then rested on the back spine. She placed a finger inside the vagina with a giggle and performed a thrust motion in and out of her own vagina with a grin. “I like to fuck myself too. I can be the first queen to produce a sexual orgasm here on the mountain castle first.”

Naked Ylangling continued to finger fuck her vagina with a soft moan. “No, I will be the first.”

Haildrameme smiled. “No, I will be the first one.”

Naked Glay moved out from the shade of the king dome with a smile and a finger up her vagina, slowly limping over the smooth flat bank, stopping, and slid over a different rock-coated bed on a back spine while performing a thrust of the finger in and out of her vagina with a set of soft moans.

Inside the king dome, the squire slowly emerged back up the staircase with a soft curses and held a heavy tray of food items with a sour frown, moving across the empty floor and onto the flat bank of the lake. He stopped with a fake smile and stood in place. “I have returned with the…”

Naked Jennessee continued to rest on top of the rock bed surface and finger fuck her own vagina with a sneer. “Fuck! I can’t get aroused.”

“I’m about ready to pop with my first orgasm, ya’ll.” Naked Ylangling continued to rest on top of the bed and finger fuck her own vagina with a smile.

Naked Jennessee continued to rest on top of the bed and finger fuck her own vagina with a sneer. “I don’t trust any one of the queens. Slave, watch and see and listen to which queen reaches an orgasm first!”

The squire leaned over and placed the heavy tray of food on top of one of the rock-made short tables with a smile, standing upright and watched the fucking action with a heavy grunt of lustful pleasure. He reached down and massaged his penis that was slowly inflating from the sexual acts of each queen.

 

 

4th hour (late afternoon)

 

 

Within the blue sky between the streaks of colorful f-bombs coming from each River Rats speed boat, the seventh and last Pamburg airship carried co-pilot short and skinny Prince Meigh and tall with a set of buck teeth pilot Prince Boykin. The pilot junked away from the line of Pamburg airships while avoiding an in-coming red colored f-bomb and adjusted the sailing flight course too swiftly, dropping down out from the skyline, soaring over the swampy fresh water, and then hit one of the many plots of dry hard yellow soil that was surrounded by the green tinted swamp waters which contained hidden nests of hungry gators. The airship bounced back up into the skyline and dropped back down towards the ground, hitting the yellow soil, flying up and over the water and halted with plumes of black smoke from a fire on top of the next plot of yellow soil.

The tenth airship veered to the side and away from the group of scattered airships, flying flew down towards the green colored swamp waters of hidden gator nests and as pilot Qcraft from the Kingdom of the Sun sneered into the red tinted forehead devil horn face patch. “I got him! I’m alone. I don’t know where in the hell my brother Vantrey is located. Inside the Prince House, I left him and Modoc, who were probably crying like a set of babies over some spilled blood proteins. Continue course and chase after the other five remaining airships with the set of twin princes. I’ll kill the two prince bastards here in the swamp waters and meet each one of you back there at the mountain castle with our parents for dinner time,” laughing. He slowed the ship and hovered in the air, slowly descending from the air, landing down on top of the same short plot of yellow colored soil that was surrounded by green tinted water which held hundreds of hunger gators that were looking for the mid-day meal.

Inside the Pamburg ship, the door hatchway half-way opened without a sloped walking ramp. Meigh tumbled down from the co-pilot seat and landed on the sloped floor, sliding down towards the open hatchway with a scream. Boykin slapped the engine off trying to kill the fire in the rear of the transport, before the ship exploded with them both inside. He slid down from the pilot seat with a sneer, landing on top of the same floor, sliding downwards towards the opening with a growl.

Qcraft didn’t bother to kill the engine, since he just needed the two individual severed heads for the gory and gross skull collection of Haildrameme. She had promised the one single royal teen male who supplied the most Pamburg skulls would fuck her virgin daughter, before the Public Presentation event was held tomorrow afternoon, where Pelf would pick her husband. He slapped the button. The hatchway slid opened without the walking ramp showing off the yellow tinted soil of Pamburg Kingdom. He scooted out the pilot seat with a laugh and spun around with a smile, dashing ahead towards the open archway. He jumped through the opening and landed over the soft soil with a cheer, spinning around, racing towards the front of the airship, seeing the first skull collection with a sneer.

Meigh slid down the sloped floor and descended toward the opening, falling out the hatchway, landing on top of the back spine with a loud grunt of pain.

Qcraft dashed ahead and raised the shaft with a sneer, stopping and stood over Meigh. Meigh continued to rest over the soil while looking up at the face and the body of a tall unfamiliar teen upside with a loud scream of fear.

Inside the airship, Boykin raced down the sloped floor with a sneer and leaped up from the floor in silence, sailing through the archway opening, hitting the chest of Qcraft. The two males collided and cuddled together in an upright pose, tumbling down, rolling side to side over the soil.

Meigh slowly stood upright with a gasp of worry and spun around, reaching over, grabbing the shaft, lifting it above the amber colored hair roots. He raced ahead toward Qcraft and Boykin with a rebel yell.

Qcraft and Boykin both rolled and punch into each body part over and over the soil, leading a trail of blood proteins from the fist punches as Qcraft flipped onto the back spine with a growl and kicked up a booted foot, flinging horizontal Boykin from the face and into the air. Boykin sailed through the air and landed on his stomach on top of the soil with a loud thud.

Meigh charged at Qcraft. Qcraft slowly stood upright while sneering at Boykin. Meigh raced closer. Qcraft flung a hand out and towards the tiny chest of Meigh. Meigh collided into the big palm with a loud grunt and then ricocheted backwards from tall Qcraft with a loud groan, landing on a face on top of the soil with both legs dangling inside the waters. Meigh exhaled with a huff of dizziness and slowly moved ahead, crawling over the soil and out of the water.

Boykin stood upright and whipped the shaft side to side in the air, racing towards Qcraft with a sneer. The two shafts hit with a musical tone and then parted in silence. Qcraft dropped the shaft down towards Boykin, missing the prince with a sneer.

Boykin back stepped with a snigger and then raced forward with a laugh, slamming a folded fist into the face of Qcraft, bleeding the aristocratic nose of the Confederation royal. He back stepped with a snigger again enjoying the new injury on the teen royal with a laugh.

Meigh slowly stood upright with a sigh and slowly moved ahead, reaching down to pick up the dropped shaft with a sneer.

Qcraft reached up and smeared the nose blood with a loud grunt, dashing ahead with a yell, whipping the shaft side to side, hitting the other shaft with a new musical tone. Boykin and Qcraft both punched a flying fist and bloodied a face, slicing the shaft into each leg muscle, cutting into exposed body parts and twirled around in a circle over the flat soil.

Meigh dashed ahead from the swamp waters and lifted the shaft over the hair roots with a yell, running ahead, colliding into the open palm of Boykin. Boykin turned and sneered at the short prince. “Stay put over there and away from me, Squirt! I’m busy right now!” Meigh tumbled backwards with a loud yell and landed on the stomach with a pair of legs in the swamp waters.

On top of the soil, Qcraft reared back with a chuckle and pressed the button, exposing a series of tiny blades over the smooth rod, pitching the shaft sideways into the blind eyesight of Boykin. Boykin continued to view with a growl at grounded Meigh. The shaft sliced into the delicate skin tissue, ripping off the eyeball, part of the nose, the half of the lips. Boykin tumbled backwards in pain and half-blind from the impact, slamming a back spine into the rear of the airship. Qcraft advanced ahead and reached out, extending a hand, grabbing the upright body of Boykin, slicing the shaft sideways through the naked throat. The skull of Boykin tumbled down to the side of the upright body and rolled a few inches over the soft soil, before stopping. Qcraft released the dead body. Boykin slowly slipped down over the metal of the airship and dropped down, landing on the side over the soil, turning the yellow soil into orange tint coming from the draining red blood.

Qcraft stared down at the skull with a laugh while hearing the scream from Meigh. He turned with a gasp to see the shorter prince, racing ahead towards Meigh.

Underneath the swamp waters, the gator swam ahead with the long tail and then opened the mouth, exposing all the sharp fangs near both the wiggling lines of Meigh. The gator closed the mouth and chomped onto the left leg of Meigh. Meigh screamed in pain, racking both hands over the soil, trying to crawl of the swamp water. The gator held onto the leg. A second gator swam ahead with the long tail and opened the mouth with the sharp fangs, biting into the other wiggling leg of Meigh. Meigh screamed in pain and then silenced.

Qcraft dropped the shaft and slid over the soft soil, reaching out and grabbed onto the neck of Meigh. Both eyeballs stared down into the soil without blinking with life. The short prince was clearly dead coming from the two fighting gators that splashed in the water around the submerged lower body of Meigh.

Qcraft pulled on the skull of dead Meigh with a growl at the two gators “Gimme that head, ya stupid gators! You can have the rest of him for dinner tonight.” He slowly moved backwards as each gator submerged and bit into the waistline of Meigh, dragging the entire body further underneath the waters with great animal strength. Qcraft continued to hold onto the neck with a loud grunt of superhuman strength. “I want the skull. You take the other parts, gators.” Underneath the swamp waters, each gator opened the jaws and then bit down into a new body part of Meigh, drawing the entire body further down into the green tinted waters.

Qcraft continued to hold onto the skull of dead Meigh with a sneer at the two playful gators. “I want the head,” he slowly moved forward instead of backwards from the swamp waters as each gator opened the mouth and bit down further into the lower rib cage of dead Meigh. Qcraft was losing the tug-of-war with a set of powerful mammal jaws of two fighting gators. The body of dead Meigh slowly slid back down into the green tinted salt water. He growled with fury and leaned back while holding the skull of dead Meigh with one hand, scratching the soft soil for his shaft.

Each gator opened the mouth and bit down into the upper rib cage of dead Meigh. The body of dead Meigh slowly slid down into the green tinted salt water, vanishing out of eyesight of Qcraft. He touched the cool metal of the shaft and picked up the shaft by the big rounded tip, lifting the rod over the hair roots and slammed it down into the collar bone of dead Meigh. Each gator opened the mouth and bit down into the shoulder blades of dead Meigh, exposing more of the gator then the body of dead Meigh. Qcraft slammed the shaft down into the same collar bone of dead Meigh for a second time. The skull of Meigh detached from the broken collar bone and traveled forward through the air. Qcraft flew backwards and landed on the back spine over the soft soil with a gasp, holding the bloody skull of Meigh as each eyeball stared into his laughing face. The two gators snapped the rest of the bones on dead Meigh and then ate the rest of the Pamburg prince while descending back down into the swamp with a full stomach.

Qcraft continued to hold the bloody skull of Meigh with loud laughter of victory. He will win the queenly competition with Imperatoress Haildrameme and then get to fuck virgin Pelf inside his sand castle bedroom tonight as the other royal teens were chasing after a Pamburg airship that held only two princes, so each royal teen will only collect one skull.

 

At the mountain castle location near the yellow tinted shoreline setting with a set of warm temperatures with bright sunshine, inside the first row boat beside Zorachina, his eyelashes darted to the side and up into the blue sky, looking up for a spy within the foreign lands, not seeing a single individual on top of the mountain castle. Imperator Kung sat on top of the rough long bench seat of raw wood beside Zorachina and held a hand over his hidden penis inside the silk robe of yellow hue with a soft grunt. The excitement of winning the war and becoming the new king of the Pamburg lands had stimulated a sexy urge to quickly masturbate during the water journey.

Vetepurr sat behind the back spine of Kung on top of a second bench seat of raw wood and reached down, visually caressing the shaft with a soft growl, surveying the skyline, the mountain peak, and the green tinted waters for any type of enemy either man or mammal.

The first of three row boats ran into the shallow water and then slammed into the wet bank of yellow soil while wobbling each passenger side to side. Zorachina stood upright from the bench seat and tapped on the purple tinted earring, sliding over the lip of the tiny row boat. She had heard the soft moans from Kung as he continued to hand caress his wrinkled penis in excitement of the moment. Zorachina had heard the nasty rumors about homosexual gay man-whore Kung but didn’t believe the information until now while pondering within her mental mind: who was the biological father of Princesses Pelf and Nixie? Now, the identification of the biological father would be the game changer with the victory of the new Pamburg lands and the upcoming marriage of a virgin bride, which will be to her son Ferron. She landed down inside the shallow water without pulling the first row boat further onto the shoreline for Kung or Vetepurr and slowly moved ahead while tapping on the face patch. She was not hearing the words from another queen with confusion.

Inside the rear seat of the first row boat, Vetepurr slowly stood upright from the rough seat with a laugh and as his two eardrums continued to hear the soft groans and loud huffs of air coming from Kung while the imperator finished the personal hand job on a penis in public view. Vetepurr reached down and caressed the shaft with a growl mentally thinking of cutting off the skull from Kung while entertaining the other manly royals. No other Confederation royal would stop that event and would probably cheer Vetepurr into action. He didn’t pull off the shaft but looked down at the white colored hair roots with a sneer. “Get out of the fucking row boat, Kung! We got work to do.”

Each royal male swiftly stood upright from the bench seat of a row boat and slid down into the water, dashing ahead, and stopped, standing safety on top of the yellow tinted hard soil while studying the purple tinted mountain with a smile in silence.

On top of the yellow soil of the mountain castle beside the swamp water in the bright sunlight, Zorachina spun around with a worried brow and pointed up to the second floor of the mountain castle, shouting into the purple tinted earring for all eardrums. “Something is very wrong here. The queens landed here an hour ago on top of the yellow soil of the mountain castle of Pamburg. But I have not heard one single word coming back from one single queen.”

Vetepurr reached over and pulled off the shaft with a worried brow, dashing ahead toward the rock coated staircase with a shout. “The rest of the queens are in trouble. Quick! Move up the rock coated staircase and onto the upper levels, separating in pairs and look for each queen. One or more of the princes have kidnapped our queens. The queens are trouble.”

Allakon gasped in alarm and reached down, pulling off the shaft also, racing behind the back spine of Vetepurr with a shout out. “The squires have invaded the mountain base, since the queens had found out the truth about the deaths of each princess. So the queens are fighting with the rest of the squires. Run! Hurry! Hurry! Save my queen!” He swiftly ran up the rock coated staircase towards the upper floor with a line of other kings behind his ass.

Zorachina followed behind the line of royals while tapping on the earring face patch with a worried brow. “Haildrameme, can you hear me? Where are you? I don’t hear you. Are you in danger?”

Kung continued to sit inside the tiny row boat and tossed back a skull with a loud grunt and as a hand continued to massage the hidden penis inside the robe. His penis was elongated and wet from the excitement of the masturbation sex action during the water trip. He exhaled with a huff of air and a loud grunt and as a puddle of hot sperm coming from the penis flooded inside his trousers with delightful pleasure. He continued to caress the penis and extracted all the sperm into the trousers while hoping to find and locate the bed chamber of the king on the second floor with a catnap. He slowly stood upright with a yawn of sleep and slipped over the lip of the boat with a pair of wet trousers and a goofy smile of satisfaction, slowly strolling ahead, and stepped up each stair with a giggle while surveying his new kingdom.

 

On top of the mountain lake location, inside the lounge chair, Ylangling continued to rest a naked body on top of a rock coated lounge chair and thrust a finger in and out of her wet vagina with a set of loud grunts with pleasure, shouting. “I came. I felt my first orgasm. I win,” she sat upright with a giggle to see the action. Each queen rested inside a lounge chair with a naked body while a set of fingers inside a vagina while sun tanning in the warm sunshine with a set of soft girly groans from a self finger fucking act.

A couple of lounge chairs down from Ylangling, Glay sat upright inside the lounge chair and turned with a sneer to see naked Ylangling. “You lovingly fib, Ylangling.”

“I do not fib. I come quickly with an orgasm unlike you, bitch.” Ylangling held up a hand and wiggled a set of wet fingers with a giggle. “My hand is flooded with my sweet discharge. Do you wanna smell it?”

Glay growled, “Naw!” Ylangling reached up and sucked on her wet fingers with a giggle, eating her own female discharge with delight. Glay stood upright from the chair and continued to thrust a finger in and out of her wet vagina with a giggle, “All right! Ylangling won the first round and she gets to set out for the second round of fucking action,” she moved ahead towards the lounge chair with Haildrameme, who continued to slowly finger fuck her own vagina with a set of soft moans of pleasure.”

Jennessee sat upright with a hand inside her vagina on a confused brow. “What second round of fucking action?”

Glay stopped and stood beside the chair with Haildrameme with a smile. “Now, we pair up and fuck each other for fucking fun and female adventure.” The other queens squealed in giggles and hoots with delight.

“I’m in.” Haildrameme sat upright and turned with a smile and a wink to see tall and sexy naked queen Glay.

Glay scooted down at the end of the chair with a smile. “Me and sexy queen Haildrameme will fucking battle against Jennessee and Torgeezus.”

Naked Torgeezus scooted off the lounge chair with a giggle and dashed ahead towards Jennessee with a smile. “I finger fuck you first. Then you can finger fuck me next.”

Ylangling slid off the lounge chair and stood in place, parking both hands on a waistline with a sour frown. “That’s not fair! I won the first round.”

Jennessee smiled at Ylangling. “You get to be the judge of honor and witness which couple of queen win the second row of fucking competition first.”

Torgeezus stopped and stood beside the lounge chair, staring down at the naked body of Jennessee. “There will be no three-some right now! We can do one of them a little later. There’s plenty of warm sunshine in the late afternoon. I love living here on top of a mountain in the sun.”

“Scoot your ass down near the edge so I can access your pussy, queen! Bent both your kneecaps and place your feet flat on the edge of seat,” Glay pointed down to the seat with a smile. Haildrameme slid down and scooted an ass closer to the edge of the lounge chair, bending both kneecaps with a giggle and a grin. Glay scooted sideway and stopped, reaching down, and touched one of the breasts of Haildrameme with a smile. Haildrameme hissed with the surprise. Glay gently massaged the breast with a wicked smirk. “There! There! Don’t move! It is very important that you don’t shift or move during the delicate fucking sex act.”

“Okay,” Haildrameme croaked with nervousness and as her naked body shivered with pleasure.

Glay slowly reached down with a giggle and touched, massaging one of the naked breasts on Haildrameme. Haildrameme closed the eyelashes and moaned from the soft touch. The hand of Glay was soft and warm and as she said with a wicked grin. “The massage helps stimulant the uterus for my finger insertion.” Her hand rubbed around the single breast and nipple of Haildrameme, reaching over and touched the other breast of Haildrameme with a smile. “Relax and enjoy my massage, queen!”

Haildrameme slowly exhaled with long breaths with a smile noting that the hand of Glay was rough and warm while making the bare breasts tense. Glay continued to massage both the breasts of Haildrameme with a smile. Haildrameme was getting warm inside her pussy from the raw hand touch and as her body thought of naked young males and a set of elongated dicks for the afternoon finger fuck.

Glay shifted a warm hand down and touched the exposed rib cage of Haildrameme with an index finger, moving down to the waist and then the abdomen of Haildrameme with a smile. “Relax and enjoy my warm touch,” she smiled and touched her pubic hairs with his index finger, parting the lips of her vagina. His finger slowly slipped in her opening.

Haildrameme hissed and wiggled the body with pleasure.

Glay slowly knelt on top of the rock floor and stared the wet pussy of Haildrameme with both eyes while leaning closer into the vagina. Haildrameme could felt the hot breath on the pussy coming from Glay, experiencing another fantasy mind fuck inside her brain.

Glay breathed on the wet pussy again. “Are you ready for me, queen?”

Haildrameme sounded with a moan of a breathless speech and wiggled side to side with excitement, feeling the expansion of the wall of her uterus.

Glay grinned. “Relax and enjoy, queen!” She pushed two fingers deeper in the pussy of Haildrameme. “Relax and enjoy my touch, queen!” She slowly moved his fingers out and shoved his two fingers gently in her pussy again.

Haildrameme groaned and wiggled the body side to side with dirty pleasure.

Glay slowly preformed a finger-fucking inside the pussy of Haildrameme while moving the two fingers in and out at a slow steady pace with a smile.

The juices of Haildrameme were boiling. Her vagina was expanding. Her breasts were tickling. Her legs were quivering. Her body was shaking from the slow moving finger fucking motions of sexy queen Glay.

Glay didn’t speak a word with a head tilted slightly backwards and envisioned a nasty fucking dream with her husband while continuing to thrust a finger into the wet pussy of Haildrameme, getting sexually aroused also from the female to female action. Haildrameme wiggled side to side with a smile and enjoyed the nasty female sexual act too. Glay exhaled with a smile and quickly removed the two fingers from the wet vagina of Haildrameme. A set of cold air penetrated the warm and wet pussy as Haildrameme screamed in alarm with a pair of wide irises. The finger fucking sex act from Glay had stopped. Glay laughed with a wicked grin and then forcefully shoved both wet fingers into the pussy of Haildrameme while watching the fucking action of Jennessee and Torgeezus. Ylangling slowly strolled toward the tray of food and stopped, reaching down, and grabbed a cold beverage while watching the fucking action of the two pair of queens with a sour frown.

Haildrameme screamed in lustful pain and closed the eyelashes while enjoying more of the female sex touch which was different from her own hand.

 

Within the blue tinted skyline in the Pamburg Kingdom, inside the first Pamburg airship, Prince Octan slid both hands to the side with extreme panic while seeing a line of the additional seven airships which were clearly piloted by the nasty band of Confederation teens.

He remembered seeing a line of tall and muscular teen males with an individual shaft, who sneered at him and the rest of the Pamburg princes. Prince Lopeeco had protected Octan with his brute strength and mean disposition like the meanest Pamburg prince Cumberrun. Lopeeco was tall and muscular and had injured the tall Confederation teen royal while saving Octan.

Octan foolishly had boarded and lifted off inside one of the airships alone and frightened. Now, he was being followed by two airships that contained a Confederation royal teen. He veered away from the line of Pamburg airships flying towards the range of eastern mountains within the Pamburg Kingdom, seeing each high mountain levels of white covered snow peak. He would land and hide the airship between two cliffs of a mountain peek while waiting for rescue from one of his older princely brothers.

The airship sharply turned to the side almost tossing Octan out from the pilot chair. He gritted the teeth and rotated both the palms over the glass console, controlling the drop down, flying towards the mountain peaks with a worried brow.

 

Inside the second airship, pilot Prince Lopeeco followed behind Octan with a gasp of alarm and rotated both palms over the glass console with a confused brow. “What are you doing, Octan?” None of the Pamburg princes wore a face patch. Thus, vocal to oval communication between two or more princes was impossible between the seven separate flying airships. And every constructed airship did not have a communication button for talking, since the face patch was the universal communication device which was worn all numerous people for talking. One of the f-bombs coming from the wobbling row of River Rat speed boats launched into the air and dropped down, falling in front of the windshield. Lopeeco slid both palms towards the side of the glass console and veered away from the blue colored streak of fire, flying out of control towards one of the villages. “Forget him! Save my…”

 

Inside the eighth airship, pilot first royal prince from the Kingdom of the Lakes Ferron sneered at the windshield and into the devil horn face patch. “The princes are splitting up the flying formation. So, each one of us must split up also to kill each one to them and win the war. The first prince is heading towards the mountain range in the eastern skyline. I will go after him.”

 

Inside the ninth airship, pilot second royal prince from the Kingdom of the Lakes Gannon growled via the devil horn facee patch to his brother Ferron. “No! Don’t go that way, bro! Your airship will get trapped between the snow peaks and then the slick metal will ice over. Then, I’ll be to busy killing your share of the Pamburg princes. One Pamburg airship is down. Two princes are dead by the shaft of Qcraft. Lucky dog! So, we go after the second airship which contains two princes, a prize for each one of us.”

 

Inside the third airship, pilot Pamburg Prince Tantum gasped in fear at the controls through the windshield. “Hold on! Lopeeco can’t fly. Our ship is dropping down into the meadows. Let the Confederation dogs chase after Lopeeco and the other brave princes! Once I land, we leave the ship and run towards the hills. We can hide out there until the squires come for a rescue.”

 

Inside the eighth airship, pilot Ferron gasped into the face patch. “The second airship has veered completed off course and sails towards one of the villages. Each village would contain a set of new and fresh Pamburg warriors. Avoid the village, ya’ll! Me and Gannon are going after the third airship with the two princes.”

 

Inside the eleventh airship, pilot second royal prince from the Kingdom of the Snow Datto growled into the devil horn face patch. “Hey! Me and Lorchess have already called out and claimed the third and fifth airships. You’re skull-grabbing.”

 

He laughed. “Yes, I am!” Inside the ninth airship, pilot Gannon flew the ship right in front of flight pathway of Datto and cut off the advancing eleventh airship with a laugh into the devil horn face patch. “Yes, I did. Get outta of my way, Datto!”

 

“I will kill you later, Gannon!” Datto sneered into the devil horn face patch inside the eleventh airship and rotated both palms over the glass console, dropping the transport down closer to the ground while avoiding a death of ships.

 

Gannon laughed into the devil horn face patch and continued to follow behind the airship of his brother Ferron. “You can try, dummy Datto. But, I’ll lovingly enjoy killing your ass first.”

 

Within the swamp waters, on top of a single plot of yellow tinted soil, second prince from the Kingdom of the Sun Qcraft continued to hold the bloody skull of Meigh with loud laughter of victory and listened through the devil horn face patch at the vocal conversation between the competitive teen royals. He slowly stood upright from the wet soil with a loud grunt and gathered the second bloody prince skull, spinning around, and dashed ahead toward the borrowed airship, loading inside, and flew off the soil, leaving the two satisfied gators and the two dead bodies with a laugh. He flew towards the village to collect a third princely skull for the queenly competition from Imperatoress Haildrameme and then he would virgin Pelf in his sand castle bedroom tonight as the other royal teens were chasing after a single skull.

 

Inside the third airship, pilot Pamburg prince Tantum gasped in fear at the controls through the windshield. “Get on the floor, Estill! I’m landing the ship. This is not going to be fun.” The ship swiftly dropped down from the skyline and as each human stomach dropped down into the toe nails. Tantum soared over the flat meadow of colorful wildflowers and then slowed the speed, hovering over the air, preparing for a hard landing.

 

“Watch this!” Ferron increased speed inside the eighth ship and aimed the nose of the ship directly at the rooftop of the third airship. The ship swooped ahead and flew directly over the rooftop of the third hovering ship without touching the metal. Then, the third airship swiftly dropped below the skyline and hit down, halting inside the soft dirt, killing the flowers within the green colored meadow. Inside the cockpit, both princes tumbled out of each chair and dropped down over the floor with a set of heavy moans of dizziness and pain.

Inside the ninth airship, pilot Gannon slowed the air speed and stopped, hovering in the skyline, watching the action through the windshield of the cockpit with a laugh. “What did you do there, bro? He flew ahead and safely landed the airship away from the damaged ship which contained the two princes.

Ferron safely landed his airship next to Gannon and said through the devil horn face patch. “I created a deadly downburst with the tail wind of the ship which caused a high pressure region of air to move towards the center of the rooftop and sink the other ship down into the flowers. Let’s go and kill the two princes!” He pressed the button. The door slid open. The ramp slipped down and crashed the pretty rows of flowers. He slid off the pilot chair and dashed down the ramp, dashing ahead towards the damaged ship.

His brother Gannon opened the door and ran down the ramp, stopping inside the row of pretty flowers with a gasp. He stood in place with another gasp.

Ferron stopped a few feet ahead of his brother and spun around with a growl. “What are you doing, bro?”

“I…” Gannon continued to stand in place with a gasp. “I…” He gasped. “I…” He looked up into the bright sunlight with a distorted face and then sneezed out a nose of clear snot with a sigh. “I sneezed.” He looked up with a goofy smile to see his brother Ferron.

“What?” Ferron growled.

He pointed down at the flowers with a grin. “I’m allergic to the wildflowers. We live on the river water, not a field of flowers.” Gannon slowly jogged ahead with a grunt and an occasional sneeze. Ferron stopped with a sneer and waited, running beside his brother Gannon.

Inside the third airship, the door opened. The ramp slid down. Estill and Tantum ran out the ship, holding a shaft and nursing a bloody nose from the ship crash while running over rows of short colorful wildflowers, dashing ahead towards the hills for safety.

Ferron and Gannon chased over the same pretty rows of flowers after the two princes while hollering with a set of laughs and sneers. Ferron lifted upward and then tossed the shaft at the back spine of Tantum, missing. He continued to run ahead with a sneer and reached down, snatching up the weapon.

Gannon split sideways from Ferron and pursed after Estill with a sneer and then a sneeze, slowing the chasing pace.

Tantum spun around and stopped with a sneer, “Time for death, Confederation dog!” He whipped out the shaft off the belt and advanced ahead towards Ferron, twirling the shaft in front of the chest.

Ferron ran ahead and lifted the shaft over the hair roots, dropping down the shaft towards the skull of Tantum. Each shaft rod hit and loudly sung in a musical tone, creating a set of tiny red colored sparks from the banging two metal of friction. Ferron moved ahead and extended a leg, kicking out at the leg of Tantum. Tantum felt the impact and shuffled backwards with a gasp as the shaft of Ferron slammed down through the air waves in surprise.

Ferron advanced ahead and jerked the shaft into the air, slapping down the rod of Tantum with a nice musical tone. Each shaft parted and crashed throughout the air waves and as a set of grunts came from a set of closed lips from each male.

Gannon stopped and stood in place, releasing around light sneeze from the pretty wildflowers.

Estill slowed the pace and spin around with a sneer, racing ahead toward Gannon, lifting the shaft over the hair roots, slamming the rod down into the collar bone of Gannon without the row of embedded tiny blades.

Gannon tumbled backwards with a gasp in shock and lifted the shaft, striking the advancing rod of Estill in the air waves, creating numerous musical tones. His collar bone was bruised and arching with pain. He slowly moved backwards with a sneer and continued to swing the shaft into an advancing rod without harming the talented shaft skills of the Pamburg prince.

Estill was slightly taller than Gannon but not as powerful. Gannon wore a naked chest that was filled with rippling muscles coming from the numerous river work duties during the weekends with his parents to help and drag up netting of live seafood for all the hunger populous of the people.

The two shafts sizzled with red sparks in the air waves as the two teen males exhaled a tongue of bad breath into each other’s growling face. Ferron rushed ahead with a sneer and dropped down a cupped hand, slamming a folded fist into the amber colored face of Tantum. Tantum stumbled backwards in surprise with a gasp. Ferron dropped the rod down towards the grass with a set of exposed tiny blades and sliced through one side of the amber skin on the face of Tantum.

Tantum stood in place and swiftly bend down at the waistline in screams of pain, releasing his shaft. The shaft hit the grass.

Ferron reached down and held the shaft with both hands, jerking the rod upright into the folded body of Tantum, cutting up the opposite side of the face of Tantum.

Tantum tumbled down to the ground in pain of yells.

Ferron advanced ahead and stopped, dropping the shaft, cutting the skin between the back spine and the skull. The severed head silently tumbled forward a few inches. Ferron smiled in victory.

Gannon yelled in panic and dropped down on one kneecap with both eyelids shut. He sneezed again from the wildflowers which caused both eyeballs to be blinded from sight.

Estill dashed ahead with a roar and held the shaft over the hair roots, jumping into the air for the kill shot on Gannon.

Ferron swung around with a gasp to see his brother and reared back, pitching forward a fighting arm, releasing his shaft. The rod soared sideways through the air waves, missing the body of Estill, stabbing down into the soft grass next to Gannon.

The eyeballs of Estill quickly darted to the side to see the deadly shaft for a split second of confusion.

Gannon lifted and then mounted the end of the shaft on top of the bend kneecap exposing the rounded tip with a single blade as the flying body of Estill landed both feet onto the grass and a tilted chest into the blade on the tip of Gannon. Gannon reared back and punched a folded fist into the shocked face of Estill. Estill jerked away from the blade on the tip with a bloody chest in a gasp of pain and stumbled backwards away from Gannon in shock, landing down the back spine with a final scream of death.

Gannon exhaled with a sneeze and dropped to the side with a laugh.

Ferron dashed ahead with a sneer and stopped, leaning down, grabbing his shaft with a growl. “Cut the skull right now! We need to get outta here before another band of princes arrive for a second fight.”

Gannon slowly stood upright from the grass with a light sneeze, wiping off the clear snot from a nose hole. “Why should we run and hide from the other princes? I thought we were here to gather as many princely skulls as possible. These were the order from Haildrameme.”

He stood upright with a sneer at his brother. “And when do you follow royal orders from mom or dad or the imperator?”

Gannon exhaled with a smile, “Never!” He slowly strolled ahead and squatted, cutting off the head of Estill, holding the severed skull with a grin of victory.

Ferron spun around with a snarl and moved ahead towards the airship with a worried brow. “Correct, bro! Haildrameme likes to play games. We grab the two skulls and head back to the mountain castle. I bet the rest of the royals are there playing games and having fun. I don’t wanna get killed for nothing out here within the wilderness. Let’s get going and see what is playing on top of the mountain castle,” he spun around and dashed around, stopping and squatted down into front of Tantum, cutting off the skull. He reached out and grabbed the skull, tucking it underneath a naked armpit, moving ahead towards the airship with a stern face.

“Right. bro!” Gannon raced behind the back spine of Ferron with a stern face and entered the airship, sliding down into the co-pilot chair, dropping the skull at the feet. Ferron sat down inside the pilot chair and dropped the severed head below his feet, reaching out and slapped the hands over the glass console panel.

The door closed. Then, the airship lifted off the grass and soared ahead towards the mountain castle.

 

On top of the mountain lake location, inside the lounge chair, naked Haildrameme continued to rest on top of the lounge chair with her ass on the edge of seat with bent kneecaps, exhaling with pants of pleasure.

In the next lounge chair, naked Torgeezus rested over the lounge chair with pants of lust as naked Jennessee shoved two fingers into the pussy of the queen with a laugh of pleasure.

Glay jerked out both fingers from the wet vagina with a laugh and slowly massaging the outer lips of the vagina, feeling the wetness of the queen. Naked Haildrameme screamed out loud in lusty pleasure. Then, Glay slowly performed an inward thrust with two fingers sounding with her own set of moans of pleasure.

Inside the Nan cavern, the huddle of husband-kings and Zorachina heard the loud scream of pain coming from one of the distressed queens. Each one spun around and saw the opening within the wall, dashing up the rock coated staircase with pants of worry.

On top of the lake, naked Ylangling slowly strolled around the lake and watched the fucking action of the four queens while eating a plate of food with an occasion burp out loud or soft curse of annoyance. She wanted to be finger fucked by one of the queen too, but she could finger fuck her own vagina too. She moved ahead and stopped, sliding down onto one of the lounge chair with a giggle, rolling a back spine over the soft rock and the rear of the hairy skull on top of the rock formed pillow with a grin.

She bent both kneecaps on top of the flat seat, lifting the butthole and both hips in the air from the rock, gently lowering down the edge of the soft finger pad on top of the protruded fold skin on the external part of her genital, the clitoris. She gently rubbed the finger pad up and down on the clitoris. The female clitoris was similar to the foreskin at the end of a male penis. It was very sensitive to stimulation into an orgasm with the right friction of a single finger digit.

Ylangling arched the back muscles upward and lifted the butthole higher into the air, pushing a back spine down deeper into the lounge chair while breathing heavy with pleasure. She slowly dropped the dry finger digit down and dug into the amber colored pubic hair into the large lips of the vagina, feeling the fleshy skin that started to secret glands with sweat and oil. The set of large lips of the vagina was the same as the male scrotum. She caressed the lips that produced sweat on the finger and a forehead, sounding with a soft moan with pleasure.

She thrust the middle finger into the vagina inside and then outside with mighty finger force, sounding with a set of loud moans. The sensation tickled the lining of the vagina and created more mucus. Usually, the vagina used for male sperm to travel up the tract and into the female egg, creating a fetus.

Ylangling didn’t have a dick of a king or a fuck of a queen, only her single finger. The middle finger was the best digit of the hand, since it was the longest length to reach deeper into the tight vagina. Her body tingled with desire of a real penis inside her vagina. The middle finger sawed inward and outward in a swifter motion of her pussy, and as the lining soft tissues of the vagina flooded with a thick moisture from the exciting finger fuck. The moisture turned into white colored vagina fluid that flooded the interior of the vagina, onto the finger, and over the rock coated lounge chair. She felt the hot liquid over the skin.

She thrust the middle finger faster in and out while lifting upright both legs from the wet rock surface. Then, the middle finger reached deeper down into the moist vagina and as, she felt greater pleasure. Ylangling panted in a series of heavy breathes and sweated on the face, the breasts, and the neck. She was getting closer to an orgasm and continued to thrust the longest finger in and out the vagina hole, flooding the hand and the rock surface while panting in a series of heavy breathes and sweated over the body. Right before a finger fucking orgasm, Ylangling sweated out the perspiration from the motion, feeling a built-up of heat and water. She was almost there with the orgasm. She parted the legs and rammed the middle finger down into the slick and wet vagina with a deep grunts of lust and as, the finger thrust faster in and out. Her body quivered and shook with the wonderful orgasm and as, she gasped for fresh air molecules with an open mouth. Her body broke into a set of sweat balls of heat. Vagina discharge flooded her and the rock of the lounge chair. Finally, her vagina contracted back and forth with a set of spasm of pain and pleasure.

Ylangling breathed in a set of heavy pants and closed both eyelashes, enjoying the tinkling of her body with nasty lust and dreams of fucking her king or her queen in a few more minutes. The finger fuck was the best sensation and solution for a quickie female orgasm, since she didn’t have a king or a queen present.

She jerked out the middle finger and reached over, wiping the digits and the hand clean over the dry part of the rock surface with a grin. She stood upright with a giggle, feeling tingling and relaxed after the nice pleasure, reaching down, and wiped off the wet vagina onto the side of the lounge chair, where her vagina discharge coated the dry surface.

On the opposite side of the lake, the semi-naked squire stood next to the tray of food and continued to massage an elongated dick while watching four females fuck each other with a goofy smile.

Inside the king dome, the first husband-king landed a boot toe onto the new floor with a gasp of beauty and dashed ahead over the hard surface, stopping, and stood at the edge of the lake and underneath the dome rooftop with a smile, slowly reaching up to undress the clothing from a heated body and a wrinkled penis. From the Kingdom of the Land, Duke Allakon was the husband to Duchess Torgeezus and wore a purple tinted earring face patch and a pair of red tinted devil horns on the forehead with a pair of dirty and stained red dusty white tinted overalls without a shirt, since he had been inspecting some of the food crops when the announcement call over the golden face patch that there was a new announcement from Kung. Allakon displayed a tall and muscular body frame with a head of neatly cropped light brown hair with a set of bangs over both eyebrows. His face was unshaven with a light dusting of light brown hairs around the jaw line, the lips, and both nose holes that greatly annoyed his wife Duchess Torgeezus. His eyeballs were colored in hazel with tiny specks of gold that flared with delight while watching and pointed at the four fucking queens, rubbing the cleft chin with a grunt of lust.

The second husband-king dashed from the staircase and stopped, standing next to Allakon with a grunt of lust. From the Kingdom of the Sun, Princelet Zitgestum was a head taller than the other royal males with a set of board shoulders and a pair of blue eyes. The twinkling blue eyeballs allowed him and the other natives to shine and see within the darkness at night on his home land, the Kingdom of the Sun. He wore a long ponytail behind the nape of his neck in the color of rich black. His face was clean shaven with a set of loop earrings, dangling from inside both earlobes. And a single looped ring hung down between the nose holes, creating great pain, when he smiled. Thus, Zitgestum did not smile. His body frame possessed a tone of light brown skin. The left side of his chest cavity going down to the sixth rib within the rib cage held an array of colorful tattoos, marking him the highest rank of prince within the Kingdom of the Sun.

Each native of the Kingdom of the Sun displayed an array of tattoos, since the age of four years old. The age of four years was selected as the controlling point for any misplaced ugly and rude behavior. Every time a young child had misbehaved, a tattoo was burned into the skin, starting with the bicep of the right arm. Some of the younger and the older male and female natives displayed an assortment of colorful tattoos, including both facial cheekbones, both arms, both sides of the chest cavity, the complete back spine, and both legs, including both feet.

Once the entire body had been adorned with an array of colorful tattoos for each misbehaving act, the native was declared a trouble maker and was finally released into the darkness for a final punishment of the last nasty deed. Princelet Zitgestum was the ruler of the lands, except when his wife Princeletess Glay vetoed and overruled all his princely decisions inside the throne room and outside on the training fields, since the Kingdom of the Sun had a female leader, since the beginning of time. He reached up and slowly undressed with a soft growl of fucking sex acts with one or all the queens.

The third husband-king entered the king dome and ran across the floor, stopping, and stood beside Zitgestum with a loud grunt of pleasure. From the Kingdom of the Fire, Baron Vetepurr was the owner of all the underground pits as an adult royal and stood a little taller than his daughter with a tone of glowing white tinted skin that was marred with numerous tiny colorful scars from pink into red to black to purple coming from living years underneath the metal pits as a working metalist also. Sunlight never penetrated down into the pits. He wore a dark blue cloak like his daughter without a shirt that protected some of the exposed naked skin from a flaring spark of the hot metal. His exposed naked skin on the chest allowed the heat to sweat off a heated face and body. His pair of loose trousers caught the set of flying metal sparks and burnt the loose fabric, not the tender flesh of the male. A pair of short heavy walking boots protected the feet that allowed the metalist to continue to work or not to eat. His skull hair had burned off over the years while scarring the delicate face tissues in a series of zigzags, diagonals, circles, squares, and other odd geometric one-dimensional shapes. Thus, his bone skull was marred in a series of pink tinted vertical and horizontal parts like the comb contained a blade. He continued to grunt with a wicked grin and stared at the fucking queens, slowly removing each piece of clothing for an upcoming sex act.

The fourth husband-king dashed up the steps in worry and raced ahead, stopping, and stood beside Vetepurr with a gasp of shock at his wife and the other queens. From the Kingdom of the Land, Marquise Fallacious was a poet of love poems who enjoyed freedom as a royal and his wife as a royal ruler of the Wind, wearing a set of loose pastel colored garments around the fat pale tinted body with a set of scarves around the neck and the shoulders. He slowly reached up and removed each scarf with a smile of lust while anticipating his turn to fuck one of the other queens but his nasty bitchy wife.

The fifth husband-king emerged onto the floor and ran across the surface, stopping, and stood beside Fallacious with a clap and a laugh of lust. From the Kingdom of the Lakes, Count Quinastine wore a brown colored robe over a pair of brown tinted trousers and tunic jacket chuckled and as, the purple tinted earring wiggled side to side below the earlobe. His hair strands contained a tiny lock of hair of solid white tint which was located at the hairline on an oval face. He ripped off the clothing and stood in fine nakedness very quickly to join the fucking action of the queens.

The sixth husband-king landed on top of the floor and dashed ahead, stopping, and stood next to Quinastine, reaching over and slapped the bicep of the other king with a laugh. From the Kingdom of the Snow, King Amoywane wore a tan colored tunic and a pair of matching trousers that were tucked down into a pair of matching knee boots, possessing a head of blonde shoulder length hair, a pair of blue eyeballs, and a tone of peachy pale tinted skin, wearing a red colored long satin robe over a matching black colored tunic without the sleeves, a pair of matching trousers, and a pair of matching ankle boots, since he was not a young and slender male anymore. He was overweight and tall living within the cold region of the Confederation, where food was more comfort than a fat royal wife. His mind ticked with the numerous possibilities of a new ruler within the Pamburg Kingdom. He desired the wild and untouched lands of the Pamburg Kingdom. After all, his kingdom kissed the tall mountains of the Pamburg Kingdom. It would be most logic for the new emperor to rule both high mountains and the low valleys of a similar kingdom. Yes, Amoywane would rule by both defeat and deception which was required, after informing his wife Ylangling that she will be the new empress of Pamburg Kingdom. But first, he wiggled side to side while undressing with the mental thoughts of hot passionate sex with each queen as the purple tinted earring wiggled side to side.

The seventh husband-king slowly emerged up from the rock coated staircase and slowly moved ahead across the king dome and stopped, standing beside Amoywane with a gag of disgust and a sour frown at the ugly female lesbian exhibition. From the Kingdom of the Sand, Imperator Kung with a head of cropped silver hair, a pair of violet eyeballs, and a tone of yellow tinted skin in a set of peach colored floor length satin robs underneath a matching set jacket, a pair of trousers, and a pair of knee boots back stepped from the line of husband-kings and slowly spun around, moving back into the king dome towards the bigger chair, the king throne chair. He spun around and stood in front of the golden wood, starting to remove all his clothing.

The other husband-kings stood upright and naked with a grunt and a smile while watching the fucking action of the four queens, gently touching a wrinkle penis while waiting for a turn at a queen.

Inside the interior of the king dome, Zorachina raced up the staircase last and dashed over the hard surface with pants of worry while ignoring naked Kung, who sat inside the throne chair and stopped with a gasp at the edge of the floor that overlooked the lake bed, staring at the fucking action of the four queens.

“Come over here and fuck me, right now, Zorachina! It is a fucking race of fingers. We’re losing the competition. We gotta catch up. I’m hot and heated for some finger fucking action.” Ylangling spun around with a clap and a giggle, dashing ahead as each naked breast bounced side to side over the naked body, heading towards one of the lounge chair. “Come here and fuck me, Zorachina! Let’s win this competition!” She stopped and spun around with a smile, sliding down into the lounge chair, moving an ass towards the end of the seat and bent both kneecaps for the finger insertion with a chuckle.

Zorachina dashed ahead with a grin and ripped off all the rubber work clothes with a giggle. “I’m coming.” She stopped and stood beside the lounge chair with Ylangling, leaning down and shoved a set of two fingers into the wet vagina of Ylangling with a giggle. “You’re all wet and sticky!”

Ylangling moaned in pleasure of the heated touch from Zorachina inside the wet pussy with a smile. “I’m hot and heated. Fuck me fast, queen!”

At the edge of the dome floor, Amoywane laughed out loud with a wicked grin and watched each finger fucking queen. “I wanna fuck a queen now.”

Beside the lounge chair, Glay continued to thrust a set of two fingers into the wet vagina of Haildrameme with a smile. “This is the lesbian fucking finger race. The husband-kings event is coming up next. Take a seat and watch the fucking action, kings!” She rubbed each breast with a free hand and continued to finger fuck the pussy of Haildrameme with a lustful smile.

Inside the lounge chair, naked Torgeezus panted with lusty breathes and screamed out loud. “I win. I came. I got my orgasm before the rest of the other queens. I am the queen of the world.” Glay stood upright with a gasp from the wet vagina of Haildrameme and flung a wet hand into the air, staring with a sour frown at with a frown in silence.

Ylangling sat upright inside the lounge chair with a smile and a shout out loud. “I propose the best of three outta of four fucking sex acts of lesbian finger fucking sex. Then, the winner wins the grand title of queen whore for the entire season.”

Jennessee stared up into the blue tinted sky with a giggle and a grin, feeling lustful naughty. “I agree.”

Zorachina smiled down at the naked body of Ylangling, feeling lustful pleasure, “Me, too!”

Glay exhaled with a puff of fun and stared at each naked queen with a smile and a nod, “All right! Each queen switch places on top of the sofa also. That way the lesbian competition will be fuckingly equal with both lust and pleasure,” She turned and winked at the row of naked males. “For each husband-king, sit down and massage your dick. After the winning of the finger fucking lesbian queen, then it is your turn to show off your fucking skills,” laughing. Each queen quickly switched spot on the floor and on the lounge sofa. Glay slid down into the lounge chair with a smile and scooted an ass towards the edge of the sofa with a chuckle of lust.

Haildrameme stood over Glay and reached down with both hands, roughing massaging the two large breasts of Glay with a giggle and a grin. “Think of dicks, breasts, vaginas, and me!”

Each husband-king advanced down the steps and selected a lounge chair, sliding down over the hard surface, spreading both the legs as a hand tenderly massaged a growing penis with a set of loud grunts while watching the new set of finger fucking queen action.

Inside the king dome on top of the king throne chair, naked Kung leaned back and closed both eyelids, gently masturbating the growing penis again with a set of soft groans of lust and pleasure with a smile.

 

Within the blue tinted sky of the Pamburg Kingdom, inside the sixth airship, Pamburg prince Ashebull with a head of long curly head of amber colored hair steered the airship directly over the tall green tinted rows of yellow corn cobs within the crops.

Pamburg prince Wesuckie sat inside the co-pilot and stared out the windshield with a worried brow. “Don’t fly so slow over the food crops! We need to eat something as we hide out from the gang of annoying Confederation fools. How and why and what did they invade the Prince House?”

“One of the squires is a spy. It is the same squire that killed all the sister-princesses. I’m beginning to smell a weasel among our friends. Once a rescue group of squires finds us then we will kill each one. Then, no more princes will die. I’m worried about the other princes. Can you see where the other ships are landing?”

“One of the ships is heading into the village. Who is that?”

“I don’t know.”

The ship slowly lowered down onto the tops of the green tinted plants as the hot and heated material on the bottom of the ship started burning the hairy fringes of the corn. A fire bust on top and immediately jumped onto the surrounding corn cobs creating a storm of fireball. The fireball chased after the tail end of the third airship and overtook the rear pipes of the engine.

Inside the cockpit of the ship, Ashebull turned and sniffed the air waves with a distorted face. “What are you doing over there, Wesuckie?”

Wesuckie spun around with a gasp of alarm to see the rear of the transport. “The ship’s on fire. There’s a plume of black smoke coming out the rear end. Drop down! Drop down! We’ll roast to death inside a metal ship.” The ship quickly slowed and then swiftly dropped down, gliding on top of the burning corn stalks as the blaze surrounded the airship.

Inside the fourteenth airship, second prince from the Kingdom of the Land Pilot Jarl gasped in alarm while staring through the windshield at the forward action. “That idiot prince is flying into the flame.”

Third prince from the Kingdom of the Land pilot Altus sneered into the devil horn face patch. “That idiot pilot started the blaze by flying on top of all the hairy corn cobs.”

“We’ll lose the skull.”

Altus sneered into the face patch. “I know that.”

“What do we do? We need to save each skull coming from a Pamburg prince for the mysterious reward from Haildrameme.”

Altus sneered. “I know that too.”

“I know what to do. We will help them.”

“We don’t wanna help them. We wanna kill them.”

Jarl laughed into the face patch. “We will do that too.” He maneuvered the ship directly over the sixth airship that contained two Pamburg princes and flew with the bottom ship, reaching over and pressed the button with a grin. A compartment within the smooth underbelly of the airship slid open. A mist of light blue fog drifted out and descended down surrounding the Pamburg ship while douching the flames of red and yellow fire.

Altus laughed via the face patch. “You…you extinguished the flames around the ship. You…you saved their lives.”

“Yeah, I did.” Jarl laughed into the face patch and watched the action. The sixth airship slowed the pace and halted in the air waves, slowly lowering down on top of the crops while smashing the raw food produce. Jarl also landed the airship and parked several feet away from the sixth airship that contained the princes. Altus landed the airship and parked behind the ship of Jarl. The door slid open on the sixth airship without the ramp. Each prince escaped from the interior heat of the metal cockpit while inhaling a set of fresh air molecules and flooding the body with numerous sticky sweat balls and stopped several feet away from the smoking airship within the tall stalks of corn.

The door slid open without the ramp on airship of Jarl. He slid off the seat and spun around, dashing over the floor, and leaped through the open archway, landing, and spun around to face the rows of tall corn stalks while eyeing the dented location of two princes within the growing crops. He whipped out and jerked the shaft side to side while creating a forward foot pathway within the tall stalks of corn directly towards the two princes. Each prince stood in place and bent at the waistline while continuing to cough up the smoke fumes and rub both eyelids of burning mist. Jarl raced through the stalks of corn and extended an arm, grabbing the bicep of Ashebull, jerking the prince down on top the stalks of corn, sidestepped with an evil laugh towards the growling blaze of heated fire. Jarl spun around and tossed the prince directly into the burning blaze. Ashebull flew in the air with a scream and landed on the buttocks, both legs, and the back spine into the burning flames of fire. Ashebull screamed in pain and leaped up from the blaze, running through the fresh air waves with flames coming from the back spine and the legs.

Altus raced behind his brother Jarl with a sneer and followed the new foot pathway, reaching out, grabbing the bicep of Wesuckie and spun around to face the burning flames of fire while dragging the prince over the rows of tall stalks of yellow corn cobs. He spun around in a complete circle to gather speed and then released Wesuckie. Wesuckie sailed through the air waves and landed on top of the fire in fists of scream of horror.

Jarl watched Ashebull. Ashebull run forward away from the blaze with a body on fire. Jarl ran forward and shoved Ashebull backwards back into the fire. Ashebull gasped with a scream of terror and landed back on top of the back spine again within the burning fire. The torso and waistline caught fire this time.

Altus stood next to his brother and turned with a sneer to see Jarl. “Don’t mess up the pretty amber locks on the prince, Jarl! It’s the grand prize for Haildrameme!” Wesuckie leaped up from the blaze and ran ahead in wails of searing pain. Altus raced ahead with a sneer and shoved forward as Wesuckie tumbled back down into the fire blaze. Wesuckie screamed in terror and twisted around, landing back down a face, dying within the flames.

Jarl raced ahead towards Ashebull with a laugh. “I ain’t,” he stopped in front of the burning prince and leaned down, grabbing one of the wiggling boots in the air was not on fire, pulling Ashebull out from the burning blaze towards some of the healthy and non-burning rows of tall stalk corns and stopped in place. He scooted around the burnt and dead body of the prince and stopped with a sneer, pressing the button. The smooth rod performed a soft hiss and exposed a solid row of tiny sharp blades. He leaned down and sliced off the skull with the edge of the shaft, lifting the skull up into the air near his evil laugh.

Altus raced ahead with a laugh and stopped in front of Wesuckie while feeling the heat of the fire, reaching down, grabbing the ankle bone of burnt and dead Wesuckie with a sneer. “It’s hot!” He yanked the body of the dead prince out from the blazing fire and moved backwards into the cool green tinted stalks of corn, stopping in place, whipping out the shaft and leaned down, slicing off the skull from the burnt and dead body of Wesuckie. He stood upright with the skull and a smile. “We each got a skull. Now, what do we do?”

“We go back to the mountain castle. I wanna bath off the coodies of the dead Pamburg prince and eat a plate of hot food, waiting on the other royals to return emptied-handed. There’s no way any of the other royals will capture a flying airship,” Jarl spun around with a laugh and tucked the severed skull of Ashebull underneath a naked armpit, slowly moving ahead towards one of the two airships. “We fly back together and present our princely skulls to Haildrameme,” he stopped and climbed onto the lip of the deck of the airship. His brother followed behind Jarl.

Jarl moved ahead and slid down into the pilot seat with a smile, placing the skull on top of the glass consoled. Altus scooted down into the co-pilot seat and placed the second skull on top of the glass console also.

The door closed. The airship lifted upward and then launched from the crops, sailing into the blue sky.

 

 

5th hour (late afternoon)

 

 

Atop the mountain castle location of the lake side within the warm temperatures with bright sunshine, each Confederation royal continued to sit and masturbate inside a lounge chair that overlooking the lake bed.

The second round of the lesbian finger-fucking competition had been won by the same queen couple Torgeezus and Jennessee.

Now, inside the lounge chair, naked Torgeezus rested over the lounge chair with pants of lust as naked Jennessee shoved two fingers into the pussy of the queen with a laugh of pleasure. She jerked out both fingers from the wet vagina with a laugh and slowly massaging the outer lips of the vagina, feeling the wetness of the queen. Naked Torgeezus softly moaned in lusty pleasure. Jennessee continued to forcefully thrust with two fingers in and out of the wet pussy while sounding with her own set of moans of pleasure from the sexual act.

Then Torgeezus screamed in pleasure with a smile. “I came,” she panted for air and rested on top of the lounge chair. “I win, again.”

Jennessee stood upright with a smile and danced in a completed circle with both arms in the air. “We won it all. We won all three lesbian finger fucking competitions. We are the lesbian queens of the season,” she continued to dance and hoot with happiness.

Glay stood upright from the vagina of Haildrameme with a sour frown. “Lucky, bitches!”

Zorachina sat upright with a laugh. “Because Jennessee and Torgeezus like to meet and fuck each other, they practice daily all the time during lunch inside one of their sand castle within the sands. Ain’t that right, queen bitches?”

Inside the lounge chair, naked Haildrameme sat upright while shoving two fingers into the pussy with a smile of pleasure, slowly massaging the outer lips of the vagina, feeling the wetness of the pubic hair. “Now, we will crown the lesbian winner of the queens.”

Glay back stepped from the lounge chair with Haildrameme reaching down and finger fucking her won vagina with a sour frown. “Who is that?”

Haildrameme turned and winked at the two queens while continuing to finger fuck her own vagina with a giggle. “Both Jennessee and Torgeezus will receive the lesbian prize.”

Ylangling continued to sit inside the lounge chair and caressed a wet vagina with two fingers with a giggle of lust. “What is the lesbian prize, Haildrameme? We are making this up as we go along.”

Haildrameme smiled. “The grand lesbian prize is a female lick down with a tongue all over each naked and sweaty body of Jennessee and Torgeezus. That is the grand lesbian prize.”

Ylangling removed the wet fingers and licked the sweet vagina discharge from the digits with a giggle, standing upright from the lounge chair and moved ahead, stopping, and stood on the other side of Torgeezus with a grin. “I like.”

Zorachina swung around with a chuckle and moved ahead, stopping, and stood at the head of the new lounge chair that held a naked Jennessee, saying with a giggle. “I lick.”

Jennessee slid down towards the edge of the new seat with a smile and waved both arms into the air with giggle. “I’m ready over here. Come over here and lick me clean like a newborn kitten, ya’ll! I want my prize right now,” giggling.

Inside the lounge chair, naked Torgeezus slid down towards the edge of the seat and bent both kneecaps on top of the flat seat, lifting the butthole and both hips in the air from the rock, waving both arms into the air. “I am posed and ready for my tongue licking and finger fucking and gently massage all over my nude body. And you can kiss my lips too. I love to be kissed and pampered.”

Glay moved ahead with a laugh and stopped, standing next to Torgeezus with a wink and a wicked smile. “I like to lick anything,” she knelt down in front of the hairy pussy of Torgeezus with a smile and leaned down, sucking up the wet sweet vagina discharge with a talented tongue while making a slurping sound. The other queens giggled out loud. The husband-kings grunted out loud.

Torgeezus wiggled side to side with a giggle. Her juices were boiling. Her vagina was expanding. Her breasts were tickling. Her legs were quivering. Her body was shaking from the slow moving tongue fucking motions coming from sexy queen Glay.

Zorachina leaned down and touched both warm hands onto each naked breast of Jennessee and slowly massaged each breast, leaning down, and placed her open mouth over the lips of Jennessee wildly kissing and then biting both the soft tongue and each lip of Jennessee. Jennessee moaned with lustful pleasure.

Haildrameme slid off the lounge chair and dashed ahead with a giggle, stopping, and knelt in front of the pussy of Jennessee, lowering a skull and touched the protruded fold skin on the external part of the clitoris. She gently stuck out a tongue and rubbed the clitoris up and down. The female clitoris was similar to the foreskin at the end of a male penis. It was very sensitive to stimulation into an orgasm with the right friction of a single finger digit.

Jennessee could feel the licking sensation and pleasure emotions while arching the back spine upward and lifted the butthole higher into the air, pushing the back spine down deeper into the lounge chair while breathing heavy with lustful pleasure.

Haildrameme leaned deeper down into the wet and soft pubic hair, sucking down onto the large lips of the vagina, feeling the fleshy skin of sweat and oil. The set of large lips of the vagina was the same as the male scrotum. She caressed with the tongue onto the lips producing more discharge into the mouth while moaning with lustful pleasure too.

Ylangling slid out of the lounge chair and moved ahead, stopping, and stood behind the head of Torgeezus, leaning down and kissed on the pair of soft lips with a soft groan of fun.

Each husband-king continued to lean back into the lounge chair with a set of open eyelids and a tongue of drooling mouth spittle while listening to the words, slowly caressing an elongated dick with a slow hand, watching more lesbian activity with a set of loud grunts.

 

Inside the Prince House, on top of the floor, in front of the squire apartment row, Modoc slowly stood upright and leaned against the cool wall with a soft moan feeling the headache, staring at grounded body of Vantrey. He slowed moved ahead and rubbed the bump on the rear of his hairy skull with a soft groan of pain, advancing towards Vantrey, watching the intense fighting on the other end of the long hallway. The squires were killing the Confederation soldiers and then dying by a different set of Confederation natives. The floor, the side walls, the ceiling, and all the dead and upright bodies were covered in red stained blood proteins.

Modoc continued to move with a worried brow towards Vantrey and stared down at the body. Vantrey continued to rest on a face without moving or groaning. Modoc moved closer with a worried brow. “Vantrey, get up! We missed all the princes, but one,” he turned and stared with a soft sneer at dead and grounded Prince Vinton. The dead body of the prince rested in puddles of his own blood on the floor where he had been beaten and partially dismembered from the torso by the Confederation royal teens. Modoc stopped at the booted feet and rubbed the headache from the bump into the hard side wall with a meek timber. “Get up, Vantrey! We need to leave and help the other royals. They are chasing after the other princes,” he slowed squatted with the headache and leaned down, shoving a hand into the back spine if Vantrey. “Look! I know. I’m hurt too, but we gotta get up and help the other royals,” he pressed a hand over the back spine with a gasp. “What is wrong, Vantrey? You don’t feel warm to the touch!” He leaned down over the back spine and held the breath while listening with a worried brow. He gasped in fear without hearing any air exchange on Vantrey and sat upright on both kneecaps, reaching down and touched the biceps of Vantrey, slowly flipping the body into a back spine with a gasp of alarm, “Vantrey! Vantrey! Are you harmed? Why are you sleeping during the war?” He leaned down to see a pair of open eyelids and then the deep cut into the naked chest. The deep slice with another serrated shaft had exposed the delicate gray tissue of the heart valve inside the chest cavity which was not pumping but spilling out tons of red blood over the body, the floor, and the hands of Modoc. He gasped with sobs and tears of sadness for his best friend Vantrey, reaching over and stored the shaft at the belt loops, standing upright from the floor with a pair of blurry eyeballs. He leaned down and grabbed the body of Vantrey coming up from the puddle of blood that covered the dirty floor with a meek timber, “Come on, Vantrey! We’re going back home right now,” he slowly stood upright with a loud grunt and tossed Vantrey over one collar bone for the long journey back home to the Kingdom of the Sand.” Modoc stood in place and stared with a sad face, hearing the soft moans of death and his bouts of heavy breathes inside the bloody hallway. “I hope the other make it. I don’t know. I don’t care.”

Each inexperienced Confederation soldier was dead by the hand of a squire. Each older and experienced squire had been mortally wounded and was slowly dying by one or more of the Confederation soldiers.

Modoc slowly spun around with a huff of annoyance and moved ahead with the heavy body of his dead friend towards the lower hallway.

 

On the ground of a field of grass pasture and bright sunny warm temperatures, the flat field of land was green tinted with thick rows of grass that melted into the blue skyline between the continuous streaks of colorful f-bombs that came from the River Rats speed boats. Within the blue tinted skyline, a shiny silver hue airship soared through the invisible air waves. Inside the cockpit, Pamburg prince pilot Neave flew over the open field with a worried brow. “We have two ships on our tail.”

Pamburg prince Zibo sat inside the co-pilot seat and stared down with worry at the glass console. “Land the ship right now!”

He gasped. “No. We can’t land and then fight off two cockpits of soldiers. There are only two of us.”

“We land the ship. Then, we mount onto one of the fast running horses. We ride the horse into the nearest village. All the villagers have shafts and will help us and stop the soldiers.”

“Good idea!” Neave smiled as the ship dropped down and sailed over the open field. Inside a pen of horses, each horse reared upright a pair of back hind legs into the air or stood on top of the hind legs, pawing the air coming from the loud noise of each flying airship.

Inside the twelfth airship, pilot Lorchess followed directly behind the fifth airship with a sneer into the red tinted devil horn face patch. “The ship is getting away from us. It’s flying into the rolling hills of grass. Our ship can’t find the two princes there.”

Inside the eleventh airship, the brother of Lorchess, second prince from the Kingdom of the Snow pilot Datto flew his ship beside his brother and laughed into the red tinted devil horn face patch. “Let them land! Back off!”

Third prince from the Kingdom of the Snow pilot Lorchess gasped via the face patch. “What?”

“Let your airship land!”

“No. We lose both the skulls and then we lose the competition.”

“No. We don’t. Land your ship!”

“Why?”

“Land your airship next to me! I have an idea.” Datto slowed the speed of the ships and then descended from the skyline, landing on top of the flat grass pasture land, pressing the button, reaching out and snatched the two objects. The door slid open. The ramp slipped down into the grass. Datto rushed outside the ship and ran ahead with a laugh, jumping over the low corral post. He stopped and stood in place without frightening the herd of corralled horses. He slowly moved ahead and extended both arms with an object inside each open palm towards the horse. One of the horses dropped both front legs down onto the grass and turned to sniff at Datto, seeing the red apple inside the open palm of the male. Datto stopped and stood in place, extending both arms with an apple inside each palm. The horse slowly walked over and stopped, standing in front of Datto. The horse reached out and grabbed, eating the juicy apple.

Datto slowly rubbed the forehead and the mane of the horse, sliding over the back spine of the mammal with a smile, sitting on top of the horse.

Lorchess slowly moved out the ship and crawled over the corral fencing, mounting one of the horses also.

Datto kicked the belly of the horse with a yell and a sneer. The horse reared into the air for a second and then stomped back down two front hoofs on top of the grass, swiftly racing ahead toward the low fencing, jumping over the semi-crooked wooden fence post, and then landed over the soft grass on the front and then the rear hoofs one at a time, running ahead. Datto slapped the side of the head on the horse and maneuvered the mammal to the side, leaning down into the mane, racing ahead towards the two princes with Lorchess on top of a horse behind him.

The fifth airship slowed speed and then stopped in the air waves, slowly lowering down over the flat pasture and as Neave smiled. “I don’t see the other two ships. They crashed or something. Get out now!” He reached over and slapped the button. The door slid open. The ramp launched down and killed the grass.

Zibo slid out the co-pilot seat and spun around, dashing out the ship, down the ramp, and ran ahead towards the penned herd of horses.

Neave exited the ship and followed behind his princely brother with a gasp, stopping and stared at the sight. “Run! Turn around and run towards the hills!”

“The horses?”

Neave spun around and raced ahead with a worried heart and a mind towards the hills. “Forget about the horses! Get to the hills second, before the Confederation horse riders get to us first!”

Zibo continued to stand and stare in amusement at the advancing pair of horses with a Confederation teen rider. “I don’t know that a Confederation dog could ride a horse.”

Neave ran ahead towards the hills with hard huffs of worry. “They can.”

On top of the running horse, Datto lifted a torso and an arm upright from the hairy mane, tossing his shaft at the runaway prince. The shaft soared through the air waves and hit the slow-moving Neave in the back spine. The prince tumbled down and landed on a face, resting on top of the soft grass with a loud grunt.

Lorchess kicked the belly of the horse and chased after the other prince, tossing his shaft from a hand, sailing throughout the airwaves. The shaft hit and stuck the prince in the face. The prince tumbled backwards and landed on a back spine onto the grass with a set sobs and teas, reaching up, touching the new open wounds of cuts on the face.

Both the running horses skidded and slid into a halt over the slick grass. Both Datto and Lorchess slid off the saddle with a set of items and dashed ahead towards both the fallen princes while dragging a long rope coming from the saddle horn of each horse.

Datto slid over the grass and reached out, jerking the shaft out from the back spine of the prince. Neave screamed out loud in pain and dizziness. Datto stood upright with a sneer and leaned down, grabbing one leg of Neave, dragging him over the soft grass back towards Lorchess and the second prince. He stopped with a loud grunt and rested Neave beside his princely brother, squatting down, whipping the end of the rope around the waistline and down to the two ankle bones of Neave. He duplicated the rope wrapping technique on Zibo.

Both Neave and Zibo continued to bleed over the grass, fighting back in dizziness and pain with the two stronger Confederation teens.

Lorchess squatted down with a laugh and whipped the end of the first rope around chest and up to the neck of Neave. Then, he duplicated the roping around the chest and up the neck of Zibo. He stood upright with a grin and held both ends of the two ropes, “all right! Let’s see what rips off first! Will it be the feet or the head?”

Datto stood upright with a laugh and held both ends of two ropes in one hand. “Which ever body part rips off first then that brother wins both of skulls?” He reached up and mouth spat in the naked palm, reaching out for a handshake.

Lorchess reached up and mouth spat on a naked palm, reaching out, slapping the wet hand into the palm of his brother with a laugh and a nod, “A fair deal!”

Datto laughed with a nod, “A fine pair!” Neave and Zibo continued to rest on top of the smooth grass and scream in fright, struggling side to side in pain and fear inside the set of wrapped rope.

They spun around with an evil laugh and dashed ahead with a wicked grin, mounting the saddle, wrapping each rope around the saddle horn.

Datto looked back over a collar bone with a smile down at the grounded two princes. “Ready?”

Lorchess looked back over a collar bone with a loud laugh down at the two grounded princes. “Go!”

Each brother both kicked the belly on the horse. Each horse raced ahead in the opposite direction. Each prince slowly rose and stood upright like magic over the smooth grass of the pasture. Each twisted rope slowly squeezed and popped each rib on Neave as he screamed in horror.

Each twisted rope slowly squeezed and dislocated the hip bone on Zibo as he screamed in horror. Then the individual pieces of rope straightened and then tightened around each prince.

The skull of Neave ripped off and separated from his tormented and bloody body as the dead body dropped down onto the red stained bloody grass. Then, the skull of Zibo ripped off second and separated from a tormented and bloody body as the second dead body tumbled down over the red stained bloody grass. The wrapped ankle bones on the feet didn’t separate from the dead body.

Lorchess ran ahead on top of the horses as the two ropes on the saddle horn on the horse continued to drag both bodies into numerous body parts and spilled red blood. He tossed both arms into the air with a smile. “I win.”

Datto squeezed the belly of the horse as the horse halted in place. Each rope continued to dangle over the rump of the air and onto the ground without a severed head. Each stationary head rested over the ground with a pair of open eyelids and an open mouth of horror. Datto turned with a frown to see his brother. “Ya cheated! A head is easier to sever than a pair of feet.”

Lorchess maneuvered the horse with the pair of dangling bodies towards Datto. “I win both skulls too.”

Datto nodded with a smile. “Yeah, you did. What do we do now? Is a dead prince body good for anything?”

“Naw! We gather up the two princely skulls for the gross head collection of Haildrameme. She’s collecting each prince skull for her new Pamburg queen throne chair.”

Datto nodded with a smile, “All right!”

Each brother slid down off the horse and slowly moved back to the evidence, stopping, and collected each torn off skull with a set of laughs, shoving the head underneath an arm pit with the blood staining their body. Each brother re-mounted a horse and placed the skull between the saddle horn and the legs, slowly riding back towards the mountain castle.

On top of the horse, Datto turned and scanned the new landscape while seeing some of the landing airships in the far distance. “We have a faster transportation with the two horses. We should go and help the other royals.”

Lorchess stared at the purple tinted short mountain with a smile and slowly walked the horse over the smooth grass pasture, steering back towards the Delta water with a smile, “Naw!”

Datto turned to see the mountain with a sour frown. “The competition is only awarded with the most skulls, not one apiece.”

“Then, we beat the shit outta of sissy Modoc and his non-tough-ass friend Vantrey. Then, we have two skulls apiece. No one will have two skulls but us. Then, we win it all.”

Datto laughed, “Yeah! Then, we win it all. We collect four skulls out of fourteen that’s twenty-eight percent of the bootie.”

“It is a heady.”

Datto tossed up into the air and then caught the severed skull with one hand with a nasty chuckle. “It is a heavy thing.”

He pitched into the air and caught the severed skull with two hands with a smile, moving ahead towards the airship. “I wanna go back to the mountain castle and get some food and drink, before we are required to go back to the Social Tower and complete the Time of Recognition.”

Datto frowned. “Is that this week?”

He smiled with a nod, “Yip! The Time of Recognition is tomorrow morning at eight am, after which you won the hand of Pelf and I get to fuck her pussy first,” laughing.

“Right on, brother!” Datto climbed into the airship without the ramp and moved ahead towards the pilot chair. His brother followed behind and occupied the co-pilot chair with a hum of happiness.

 

Within the blue sky, a new series of colorful streaks of flying f-bomb continued to launch into the air one at a time coming from each River Rats speed boat that formed a wobbling row on top of Delta water and soared through the air waves without striking a flying target. A green tinted f-bomb descended down and then moved beside the single airship. Inside the second airship, pilot Prince Lopeeco gasped in alarm and rotated both palms over the glass console sliding away from the parallel f-bomb, flying towards the Artist Village inside the Pamburg Kingdom.

All the natives of the Pamburg Kingdom were friendly with each prince.

Lopeeco had visited the nice village of the artists once or twice with a squire escort to learn about the village while his eyeballs stared at each beautiful young girl.

The Artist Village was located between a flat plot of land consisting of white colored heated desert soil and the boiling flat pockets of red mud puddles which made the soil very warm. Each happy and productive native dressed in a set of light colored walking shorts and a matching short top with a pair of naked feet, strolling on top of the heated soil.

The resident house was made from dried red colored mud and white colored desert sand that was colored in pink hue. Each house was decorated and colored with hand etched symbols, pictures, images, and figures that was embedded into the dry mud making the home every elegant and fun to see.

The natives engaged in art works consisting of oil paintings, stone sculptures, wooden furniture making, cheery musical activities, and storytelling. Three-fourths of each artist’s hand or handy work was sold to the Confederation populous in exchange for boxes of metal components which was a fair and economic business arrangement. The other fourth was given and distributed throughout the Pamburg Kingdom for free and with love of sharing the art work with the natives. This was the way of the Pamburg royalty for centuries.

 

On top of the yellow plot of soil, inside the airship cabin, pilot Qcraft slid down into the pilot seat and dropped both skulls over the floor with a sound of soft thumps. He reached up and slapped both bloody hands over the glass console. The glass steering console didn’t care about blood or water or sand element, since the body heat of the live pilot controlled the engine power and the navigational direction.

The airship swiftly launched up from the soil and sailed through the airwaves as a series of colored f-bombs soared above and below the tiny airship.

Qcraft was an experienced airship pilot and veered towards the western landscape avoiding the deadly fireballs with a sneer for his eardrums only. “One day, River Rats, I’ll be coming for all of your asses too. But, today is not that day. I have another skull to cut off from a sissy prince.” He saw the wobbling airship ahead and descended closer to the landscape in the blind spot of the glowing sunlight.

 

Within the blue sky, inside the lead airship, Lopeeco rotated both the hands over the glass console and smiled down at the sight of the pink tinted village, slowly dropping the ship down towards a flat spot beside the village proper. The front entrance into the Artist Village displayed a numerous rows and scattered huddles of life-sized people and animal statues that resembled a true human with a set of arms, legs, facial features, and posed body movement.

Each life-sized people statue exhibited a fake motion like walking or jogging or painting or cooking or showering or another activity, where a true human would perform during the daily living function. Each life-sized animal stature displayed a fake motion like walking with its master or jogging with its master or hunting for a bird or licking its ass or peeing in the soil or another animal activity that a true animal would perform during the daily living function also.

The airship halted and hovered over the soil while kicking up a series of white tornado winds, slowly descending down and landed down on top of the soil.

He killed the engine and pressed the button. The hatchway door slid open. The ramp dropped down into the white soil with a soft thump. He slid out the seat and spun around with a smile, dashing ahead, and exited the ship, moving ahead towards a crowd of villagers, who were dressed in a pair of walking shorts and a short top with a pair of bare feet.

Lopeeco strolled into a pair of open arms like an old friend. He was probably the last of the Pamburg princes which meant that he would be the next Pamburg king of the lands. The villagers accepted the role of workers inside the kingdom and always befriended the new royal of the land. Lopeeco opened both arms and accepted the friendship of each villager, back stepping with a stern face, pointing up into the skyline and explained the terror of the confederation warriors. He assured the villagers that the numerous trained and talented Pamburg squires had dispatched and killed all the annoying Confederation soldiers. But he warned of another invasion of the Confederation soldiers might be coming very soon and planned to raise a Pamburg army to fight and protect their homelands.

Each villager listened and nodded in silence with the brilliant and violent plan of the Pamburg prince.

In the blue sky and between streaks of orange and yellow f-bombs, inside the second airship, pilot Qcraft spotted the gathering of upright bodies in front of the row of pretty buildings of soft pink with a laugh and then a sneer for his eardrums only. “Today is a good day to kill me any entire village of sissy nabs,” he rotated both the hands over the glass console and increased the speed of the ship, targeting the row of upright people in front of the row of upright building.

The airship was made of tough steel material which could crash into the delicate mud made building while protecting the body of the pilot. He laughed out loud and targeted the middle of the row of people which would cause the greatest number of immediate deaths along with the massive amount of bodily injuries to each human.

On top of the soil in front of the row of buildings, one of the villagers turned with a gasp and pointed into the skyline at the advancing airship while alerting the action to King Lopeeco and his friends at the Artist Village.

Lopeeco turned with a gasp to see the lonely airship and reached out, slapping the bicep of the leader of the village and turned back to see the leader with a stern face. “Have every villager stay right here! I will enter my ship and attack, killing the pilot of that airship. It is all right. Don’t panic!” He spun around and dashed ahead, entering the airship, sliding down inside the pilot seat with a sneer of fury.

Qcraft lifted both hands up from the glass console which automatically cut off the engine roar. The airship swiftly descended toward the soil in silence while confusing the crowd of villagers. Each villager continued to stand in place without alarm and watch the back spine of Lopeeco while waving a hand with a happy smile of victory.

Qcraft slid off the pilot seat and landed hard down on top of the floor receiving a bloody nose with a roaring laugh of victory, reaching out and grabbed onto a stationary leg on the pilot chair, holding on for dear life. The airship did not have power and hit down onto the flat soil, bouncing back up once into the air, and then hit back down, rolling forward over the flat hard soil with great motion, smashing into the stationary line and huddles of each life-sized statues first. Then, the rolling airship scattered the upright life-sized statues into zillions of hard pieces that twirled and whirled through the air and hit down on each villager, creating bloody body parts or instant death. The rolling airship continued ahead and slapped into all the upright body of each village, killing many. The rolling airship of mighty mass and great speed continued to advance over the flat soil, tearing into each delicate mud structure, destroying each individual pink tinted building, and killed or injured all the villagers. Each pink tinted building tumbled down sideways and created a cascading effect which toppled more delicate pink tinted structures on top of the villagers and the other structures. Finally, the rolling airship halted on top of the fourth row of pink tinted buildings while destroying the previous rows of property and life.

Inside the cabin, Qcraft released both bloody hands with a laugh and slowly stood upright from the dizzy roller coaster ride, reaching over and slapped the button. The door slid open. The ramp dropped down. He spun around and reached down, grabbing the shaft, racing out the ship with a yell of revenge and then victory and running through the debris for the Pamburg princely skull. Inside the airship, Lopeeco continued to sit inside the pilot seat and gasped down at the viewing glass console that showed the horrible impact and massive damage of the runway airship. The rolling airship had sliced and dices up all the rows of life-sized statues into tiny pieces of hard granite plus all the living and breathing upright life forces into bloody pieces of body parts that stood in front of the row of pink tinted buildings. Now, the pink stone and pink guts of each dead villager could not be distinguished among the zillions of scattered debris.

He slid out and spun around, dashing ahead, running down the ramp and stopped, scanning the bloody scene of dying villagers, hearing the dying screams of death, seeing a single Confederation warrior. He ran ahead and reached down, drawing up the shaft over the amber colored hair roots in both fury and angry at the Confederation prince for killing most of the pretty village proper and the nice men, women, elderly, teens, and children residents of the village. A set of fire had ignited from the airship crash wildly burning out of control and consuming the smashed building while spreading over the landscape.

Qcraft dashed ahead with the shaft in one hand with a laugh, kicking the debris trash away from each boot toe for the killing of the prince and scalping of the skull as a third trophy.

Lopeeco advanced ahead from the airship and towards Qcraft with a gasp and halted in place, staring down at the wide and scattered debris field, squatting down with a puzzled brow, and reached out, touching one of the busted pink tinted life-sized statues. The exterior of the statue was colored in pink tint and the interior of the statue displayed a complete black colored animal which could have been a family pet. He reached out and gently touched the black fur with a gasp. The fur was soft and the pet was dead.

Qcraft advanced ahead with a laugh and halted in front of the same debris field, looking down to scan all the different items with a smile and a shout out to the prince. “They preserve the dead bodies.”

“What?” Lopeeco withdraw a hand and reached out, touching a pale colored arm that was hidden inside one of the pink tinted life-sized statues with a puzzled brow.

Qcraft pointed the shaft at different pieces of hard granite. “Here! The villagers here, they didn’t bury all the dead people. They craft and mold each dead person into a set of life-sized statue. So, I saw the rows and huddles of stationary statues in front of the buildings, where it is really rows of upright dead people. The sight looked pretty impressive, but then my airship destroyed it all. I sorry!”

“What?” Lopeeco continued to squat and withdrew a hand, reaching out, touching a pale colored breast that came from part of a dead female with a gasp of shock. He didn’t know that the Artist Village preserved each dead body into an art form and as his guts twisted with the horror of the mental thought.

He continued to stare at the amber hair roots of Lopeeco with a laugh, “I sorry!”

“What?” Lopeeco continued to squat and withdrew a hand, reaching out, touching a pale colored penis that came from a dead male with a gasp of shock. The villagers were truly mental sick and demonized to preserve a dead person as an art form.

He laughed. “I am so sorry to say that your body will not be preserved as an art form.”

Lopeeco continued to touch the fossilized penis and looked up with a confused brow to see the smile on Qcraft. “What?”

He swiftly jumped into the air and landed down in front of Lopeeco, swinging the shaft backward and forward, slicing through the exposed throat of the prince. The severed head lifted and twirled in the air above the dead body as Qcraft reached out with the other hand, capturing the skull in the open palm with a vicious laugh.

The body of Lopeeco tumbled forward and landed inside scattered debris field of numerous bloody body parts and many hard pieces of granite with a soft thump in silence.

Qcraft strolled ahead with a smile and a hum towards the prince’s airship, since his airship had been destroyed from the rough landing. “Thanks, prince!” He moved ahead and kicked each bloody body parts away from the boot toe with a laugh.

 

Within the blue sky, near the mountain range at the edge of the Pamburg Kingdom, inside the first airship, Pamburg prince Octan screamed out loud in terror and rotated both sweaty palms over the smooth glass console. The ship missed the first tall tree with tons of white snow and then hit the second tallest tree with branches of snow. The white snowflakes covered the entire windshield. He yelled in fright. The ship hit the third tall tree and stuck, jolting Octan off the pilot seat. He tumbled down onto the floor landing on a face with fear. The ship slowly slipped down each snow covered tree branch while breaking off each tree limb coming from the massive trunk of the fifty-foot tree. Then, the ship swiftly dropped down the last tree branch and landed with a loud thump onto the soft plot of white tinted snow. Octan continued to rest on top of the floor with a set of soft moans of fear and worry.

 

Inside the Prince House, on the lowest floor, Prince Modoc slowly moved ahead down the hallway and continued to tote dead Vantrey over a collar bone and stopped, standing in front of the flush opening on top of the floor that led down into the swampy water of gators with a worried brow. He slowly spun around and carefully stepped down each ladder wring while toting dead Vantrey over the collar bone with a set of heavy huffs of hard work and a sad heart of defeat.

 

 

 

Kingdom of the Sand

8th floor level

Social Tower location

Staircase interior setting

 

 

Strawn and Cumberrun swiftly moved side by side and sometimes split apart between the all flowing happy Confederation natives. Each prince reached down and hiked the girly long dress up to the kneecaps while exposing the battle gear trousers to all eyeballs, dashing away from the bleachers of shouting natives and all the dead people who hung onto the row of vertical poles. They raced down the staircase in fear and worry for each princely brother, who still resided within the Pamburg Kingdom inside the Prince House. They left the cool building and entered the heated sun and the white sparkling sand, swiftly moving towards the borrowed airship that came from the Kingdom of the Sun.

Cumberrun stopped with a gasp and stood in-between two rows of shiny airships, turning to survey each rusty airship. “Woe is me! Look at the rows and rows and columns and columns of parked and dead airships, bro!”

Strawn moved ahead with a sneer towards the borrowed airship from the Kingdom of the Sun. “We don’t have time to island sightsee and shop for a set of party gifts for each princely brother, Cumberrat. The royals are invading our homeland as we speak and not move ahead towards an airship.”

He extended both arms into the air and viewed each airship with a worried brow. “I understand that, bro. But, if each one of these lovely and functional Confederation airships is flown from here and over there, then our homeland will be completely destroyed, demolished, destructed, and de-gone, Strawn. We don’t own a fleet of flying airships or a marching army of tough warriors or a single royal leader, since Conic and Shemerry are both death.”

Strawn stopped with a gasp of new knowledge and swiftly spun around, turning with a worried brow to see each grounded airship with a nod as well. “I agree with your scary logic. What do we do now?”

He reached over and lifted the shaft with a nod and a smile to Strawn. “We destroy our enemy right here and now. We slice the shaft through the power engine with the set of sharp tiny blades. No mess. No leakage. No nothing. When the airship cranks, it won’t go into flight. The airship will be grounded until the engine can be repaired which will takes days and weeks and months and years.”

Strawn exhaled with a huff of work. “That will take us hours, days, and weeks.”

He shook the silk head scarf with a smile, “Nope. Naw. You reach out and slice the blade of the shaft into the side or the front of the engine frame. Even a tiny slit of metal will cause the mighty powerful mechanic engine to burn and then explode without killing anyone. Too bad there! And it will take no time to damage each engine on every single airship. We just do it to music.”

Strawn looked up with a confused brow to see the sky and then back down to see Cumberrun. “Music? I don’t hear any music.”

He smiled with a nod. “I’m going to song or hum. I like to hum. The job will go faster. Boom. Boom. Boom. Rattle. Rattle. Rattle. These are the drum parts. Toot. Toot. Toot. These are the sweet flute parts. You can join into my new song as I continue to hum the other parts. You can create your own sounds too. Boom. Boom. Rattle. Rattle…”

Strawn shook the silk head wrap with a laugh into the face patch, “All right! All right! I get it. Start the music!”

Cumberrun stared the humming of the new musical song with a chuckle and spun around, running ahead, stopping at the edge of the first row of shiny and rusty airship over the tan sands. The rest of the natives occupied their time and their body parts performing numerous sex fucks with each other or watching the torture and torment show of each human sacrifice on the eighth floor by the vile bitch princess named Pio. He extended a left arm with the shaft and touched, slicing the smooth metal frame of the first grounded airship that held the working engine with a laugh, dashing away with a grin as the shaft easily penetrated and cut into the metal frame of each grounded airship while permanently grounding the air craft.

Strawn back stepped with a smile and watched his princely brother with a chuckle, stopping and stood in front of the last row of airships while working backwards to meet in the middle of a good destruction job.

 

Within the Pamburg Kingdom, at the Delta water location, on the side of the glitteringly crystal fence that hung underneath the lowest level of the Gate House, Modoc carefully moved down each ladder wring with a set of heavy huffs while toting Vantrey over a collar bone. His boot heel missed the next wring. Both arms stretched out and expanded towards the twin bars and as Modoc quickly re-balanced an upright body with a gasp. The dead body of Vantrey wiggled side to side from the tilted collar bone of Modoc and then slipped off the shoulder blade of Modoc, falling downward and then hit the surface of the swampy waters with a great splash of water. Modoc gasped in alarm and slid down all the slick bars of crystal stone, diving down into the water with a great splash. The dead body of Vantrey slowed emerged up from the depths and gently floated on a dead face on top of the water as the dried blood dissolved into a set of individual wet blood proteins which would attract a gator or two. Modoc surfaced up from the depths of the swampy waters also spitting out the salt water into the air, swimming towards Vantrey with a sneer, reaching out and grabbed the bicep of Vantrey while swiftly dog paddling through the open gate and towards the edge of the first river badge. His eyeballs didn’t see a standing royal or native, since Kung had ordered all natives to attack the Prince House and try to win the war.

He continued to swim in the water and reached out, grabbing onto the first upper side wrings, stepping a boot onto the last wring and hauled his body and Vantrey over the steel side of river badge with a set of loud grunts. After climbing up each wring, Modoc crawled onto the flat deck and spun around still holding onto the dead body, slowly dragging Vantrey over the edge of steel deck with a loud gasp. The body of Vantrey landed on top of Modoc with a soft thump. Modoc continued to rest over the flat deck with the body of his friend on top of the chest while hearing the sea gulls, the splashing of gator tails, and light breeze of a heated day with a sad face. He gently shoved Vantrey off the chest and slowly stood upright from the desk with a deep sigh, spinning around and moved ahead, entering inside the steering house while looking for the river barge pilot to sail the river barge back home to the lands of the Confederation. Modoc didn’t want to fight anymore and didn’t want to kill anymore either, feeling sad, depressed, and angry at the death of his friend.

The steering house was empty without a sailing pilot. Ruler of the Confederation, Imperator Kung was an idiot when he had ordered the rest of the native off each river barge to fight in the war between the Pamburg Kingdom and the Confederation. Modoc stopped and stood in front of the holographic map of the Pamburg Kingdom with a growl, turning with a sneer to see through the open window the purple tinted mountain castle, where the rest of the teen male and adult royals had invaded the landscape while celebrating with a good-time party.

Modoc turned to face the open archway and exited the steering house with a sneer, moving ahead, stopping, and stood at the rear end of the river badge, staring at the semi-crooked line of wobbling boats. The second river barge was flush with the back end of the first boat, so a native could dash across the deck without falling downward into the gator-infested waters.

His eyeballs could not see any single movement and as his eardrums could not hear a single faint voice but the wind and the mammals, which confirmed the final decision. Modoc was all alone with the seven different river barges and isolated from his homeland of the Sand.

He back stepped from the edge of the deck and spun around with a sneer, dashing ahead along the edge of the deck, and stopped, standing over Vantrey with a sad face. “Well, buddy! Me and you will just have to row it going back home. Each river barge has a mounted row of tiny boats for a serious rescue like this one. I’m still alive. You are not. So, we’ll make our final voyage together for the last time back to our homeland. How does that sound, Vantrey?” He paused with a smile down at the dead body, “Yeah. it sounds good to me too!” He reached down and grabbed, lifting the dead body over a wet collar bone with a heavy grunt, slowly spinning around and carefully walking over the slick metal deck and moved ahead with a heavy heart. He slowly advanced ahead and moved over the flat deck of each river barge in the hot sunlight while hearing the squawking birds in the blue sky and the splashes of gator tails in the blue tinted waters.

 

Within the Kingdom of the Sand, on top of the tan hue sands, both Cumberrun and Strawn worked together and continued to gently mark a deep slice into the delicate metal of each functioning airship with a soft chuckle of victory.

Cumberrun stopped in front of the damaged airship and spun around to face the westerly direction with a puzzled brow, where the Prince House and the mountain castle stood, his homeland. He said with a sour frown into the face patch. “I wished that I was there to dispatch each single shit-filled ass of each nasty and vile Confederation royal, Strawnella.”

Strawn continued to slowly rush ahead down the long row and rip the delicate metal on the engine of each parked airship with a growl into the tan colored cheekbone face patch, “Stop calling me, Strawnella!”

He laughed. “O. Does that hurt your sissy girly emotions, Strawnella? O. I am so sorry for hurting your pissy, sissy, girly feelings, Strawnella. Geez! I had to use two commas for that girly ass description. Grow a new pair, prince!” Cumberrun laughed.

Strawn slowly moved ahead while holding the shaft in front on the next metal grill. He cut into the engine part and damaged the metal, so the rusty and abused but operational Confederation airship would not fly or would crash down and then burn up with a party of Confederation savages. “There are plenty of shit-filled asses to kick. The Confederation has launched seven river water barges of old and young natives to choose from a personal whack job, Cumberrat. We will be there shortly.”

“That is an excellent reminder point, Strawnella! I’m almost finished slicing into the delicate metal of each ship. This is my last row,” Cumberrun spun around with a hum and a smile. “Boom. Boom. Rattle. Rattle. Toot. Toot,” he dashed down the row of beaten and rusty air transports and jabbed the tip of the shaft into the engine of each parked ship with happy revenge.

 

Within the Pamburg Kingdom, at the Delta water location, on the rear end of the seventh and last river barge, Modoc slowly advanced towards the water and stopped, standing upright on the edge of the deck. The day was heated. The air sizzled from the bright sunrays. The blue colored water glittered within the bright rays of heat and light looking clam and peacefully. Modoc exhaled with a heavy heart and a sad face, squatting down, lowering Vantrey over the heated steel deck also. He stood upright and spun around, slowly moving towards the rear of the empty river barge. Each river barged had been abandoned by the crew and the passengers to engage in war with the citizens of the Pamburg Kingdom.

However, Modoc didn’t care at the moment and probably never, after losing his best friend to death.

He stopped and stood in front of a row of tiny boats, reaching out and touched, jerking the first white row boat off the mounted wall with a loud grunt, spinning around and jogged back to Vantrey. He stopped near the edge of the deck and tossed, launching the tiny boat into the air. The tiny boat hit the water and wobbled up and down in place. There was static line that was attached to the boat to keep it from sailing away without the crew.

Modoc spun around and leaned down, gently lifting Vantrey up from the deck floor, carefully moving ahead and stepping down each exterior side ladder wring, stumbling and tumbled down onto the wooden hard floor of the tiny row boat with a loud gasp of alarm. He and Vantrey landed on the floor and as the boat wobbled side to side in wooden pain.

Modoc scooted out from underneath the dead body of Vantrey and sat back onto the rough bench, reaching out and fiddled with the two rowing paddles, stroking the biceps, rowing the tiny boat away from the last river barge. He forgot to unhook the static line. The row boat halted in the water and as the taunt rope extended in a straight line from the mounted wall, over the flat deck, and on top of the salt water. Then, a gator emerged up from the water surface, opened the mouth of fangs, and sliced through the rough rope. The rope dropped down into the water. The boat dangerously sailed backwards from the river barge. Modoc gasped in alarm and quickly paddled the boat back towards the edge of the river barge for safety, exiting out of the boat and as his pair of eyeballs stared down into the blue tinted water at the nest of gators that kissed the edges of the wooden boat. He leaned down and hauled Vantrey up and over, resting the body on top of the deck with a deep sigh of worry.

Modoc slowly stood upright from the deck and sneered down at the nest of gators which provided the tiny boat from launching and arriving within the Kingdom of the Sands. The water surface presented calm seas for sailing in the sunlight but dangerous with a roaming pack of hunger gators.

The noise of the speed boat echoed throughout the air waves and sailed closely to the last river barge. The captain of the River Rats speed boat cut the engine and slowly drifted towards the side of boat in silence. He didn’t have to say any words and as his eyeballs saw the delicate situation on top of the deck, a dead friend.

Modoc slowly turned a sweaty face to meet the eyeballs of the captain of the River Rats. The captain nodded in silence to Modoc. Modoc nodded in silence back.

Two crew members leaped out from the speed boat and squatted down on top of the flat deck while reaching out, holding the speed boat steady over the waters. Modoc leaned down with a deep sigh and grabbed Vantrey, standing upright from the floor, tossing the dead body over a collar bone, carefully moving ahead and entered the tiny speed boat in silence with a sad face and a heavy heart.

The crew members jumped back into the boat in silence, after Modoc had settled into the rear bench with his dead friend. The speed boat jolted into motion and swiftly sailed over the calm waters with Modoc and his dead friend back towards the Kingdom of the Sand.

 

On top of the tan hue sands, Cumberrun clearly heard the loud roar of the speed boat and then spotted the water craft transport, swiftly squatting down behind the newly damaged airship with a gasp and quickly turned, racing ahead on a pair of bent kneecaps, slamming into the upright tall legs of Strawn. He knocked his brother down over the soft sand and reached down, covering the mouth of Strawn while placing a finger over the lips with a nod of silence. Cumberrun removed the hand and sat upright, squatting down over the sands, turning to spy through the clear glass window of the newly damaged airship at the commotion on the water.

Strawn slowly stood upright with a worried brow and sat back on both kneecaps behind the newly damaged airship too, looking through the same glass window, staring at the new River Rat speed boat. He immediately noticed that it was the same captain and crew that had picked up and dropped off them both at the Kingdom of the Wind which was two days ago.

On top of the Delta water, the single River Rat speed boat sounded with a loud roar and slowly the speed, killing the engine, drifting the boat towards the shallow tan hue sandy shoreline of the Kingdom of the Sand. Inside the boat, Modoc sat in the rear bench seat with a red colored face of sobs and tears, holding the dead body of his friend Vantrey over the lap. Two of the River Rat crew members crawled over the lip of the tiny speed boat and landed down in the shallow water, reaching out and steadied the wavering boat for Modoc.

Modoc slowly stood upright from the rear seat with a sad face and lifted dead Vantrey over a collar bone, slowly moving ahead and stopped, sliding over the lip of the small boat. The two River Rat crew members assisted Modoc out of the boat and down into the water with a nod of silence of respect of the dead friend. Modoc stood in place and exhaled with a huff of sadness, “Thanks.” The two River Rat crew members climbed back into the boat with a silence nod and watched Modoc. Modoc repositioned dead Vantrey over the other collar bone and slowly moved ahead towards the sand castle with a heavy heart and a sad mind.

Behind the glass window of the damaged airship, Strawn gasped in alarm into the face patch. “Look!”

“Look at what?” Cumberrun frowned into the face patch at the visual scene.

Strawn whispered via the face patch to his princely brother. “That is one of the Confederation princes.”

“How do you know that is one of the princes from the Confederation Kingdom? I can’t tell. It looks like a soldier, who is carrying his soldier friend.”

“I had to memorize all the faces of each prince and princess of the Confederation from an arm patch.”

Cumberrun sneered into the tan colored cheekbone face patch and watched the roaming prince on top of the sands, “What in the hell for?”

“For an emergency like right now, I’m first born of all the princes.”

“You are the first born asshole, bro. Why didn’t you tell me? I’m your best bro.”

“And I don’t tell you when I go and shit either, Cumberrat. I do believe that the prince comes from the war battle with our princely brothers.”

Cumberrun laughed with a grin into the face patch. “Based on that dead body over his collar bone of the prince, I would say that our deadly force of thirteen brotherly princes is kicking some fine prince buttholes from the Confederation. We need to leave and get into fist fight, Strawnella. I don’t wanna miss all the flying blood that will be captured on my shaft as a foreverly souvenir.”

He continued to watch Modoc with a gasp. “How do you know that teen is dead?”

Cumberrun whispered into the tan colored cheekbone. “One, the dead teen is not breathing. I don’t see the raising of the back spine or the kicking of the feet. Two, the way the body is being hauled over the shoulder is wrong. Three, there is a trail of red blood stains that paints upon the pretty tan colored sands.”

He exhaled. “You should be the king of Pamburg, Cumberlynn.”

“Naw! I wanna marry the prettiest girl of Pamburg for my wife and have a room of ugly kids.”

He smiled. “That is a good dream.”

“That is not a dream, if we do not leave and go and help our brothers.”

Strawn followed the back spine of the Confederation prince with a worried brow. “Not yet!”

He gasped. “What the hell does that mean?”

Strawn slowly stood upright and spun around to face the Social Tower with a stern face. “We need to interrogate the enemy. We need to find out the situation of war, before we go back home and fight.

He stood upright and leaned over, sneering into the cheekbone of Strawn. “The situation is war. This is war. It is war. There is not situation but death of live bodies.”

“You will make a great war general.”

Cumberrun did not stand up from the sands but turned with a sour frown in the face patch to see Strawn. “Where are you going? We haven’t finished damaging all the grounded airships.”

Strawn slowed moved ahead and stored the shaft, following several feet behind the back spine of Modoc, saying with a worried brow into the face patch “We hit enough of the grounded ships. The Confederation will not be able to destroy us from the air waves. So, they have to sail a fleet of ships by sea. Then, the River Rats and the gators will get them all. We need to find out what that prince knows about the Pamburg war with the Confederation.”

He frowned into the face patch. “We need to kill that damn prince before he knows that we are here in the Kingdom of the Sand as a pair of girly spies.”

“Stay here then! I wanna know how we are doing in the war between the kingdoms.” Strawn slowly followed behind Modoc with a smile. He knew that his brother prince didn’t like orders or commands or staying behind.

He stood upright with a sneer and dashed ahead over the soft sand, pulling up beside Strawn sneering into the face patch while watching the back spine of Modoc. “You do not tell me to stay behind ever. You are not my father or my mother or my whatever. You stay behind me and watch for any attacking natives. I will protect you.”

Modoc slowly moved ahead from the shoreline in silence and strolled along the side of the tall and tan colored building, advancing towards the opposite entrance point of the structure. He turned the wall corner with a sad face and entered an empty hallway while hearing the cheers of the crowd on the upper floors and as a pair of wet boot heels echoed over the smooth stones.

Strawn and Cumberrun turned to scan the sands for another native without seeing a new face and dashed around the side of the building, stopping with a gasp. They could see the back spine of Modoc.

Modoc continued down a long hallway in silence and stopped, squatting down in front of the half-door that led into the royal dungeon space which was housed underneath the building. He continued to balance Vantrey over a collar bone and reached down into the side pocket of the shirt, pulling out a tiny key, reaching down and fiddled the key into the door latch. The door clicked open and swayed side to side. Modoc leaned down and shoved the dead body of Vantrey through the open archway as far as he could shuffle the dead body across the smooth floor with a loud grunt. Then, he crawled ahead and entered inside the open archway, climbing over the body, standing upright from the floor with a heavy sigh. He leaned down and grabbed, lifting Vantrey back onto a collar bone, slowly twirling around and moved up the sloped ramp with a stern face.

At the front of the hallway, Strawn and Cumberrun both gasped in alarm. Modoc had disappeared with the dead body at the end of the hallway into another room.

Cumberrun shouted out loud through the face patch and with a vocal alert. “Where did he go?”

“Shush!” Strawn raced ahead with a stern face to find the Confederation prince with curiosity.

Cumberrun raced ahead and then halted with a skid, back stepping with a smile, sniffing all the cooked food inside the new room. He spun around and dashed into the kitchen with a clap and a laugh of happiness, saying into the tan colored face patch. “There’re tons of baked and great smelling cooked food stuffs in here, Strawnella! We have time to eat before a final killing. There is one dead Confederation prince and one sad Confederation prince. That’s a sissy kill job that even short and skinny Octan could do. I’m eating first,” he moved ahead and stopped at the first counter, scanning the different food entrees for a prime selection with a smile.

Strawn stopped with a sneer inside the empty hallway and spun around, dashing back to find a misplaced Cumberrun, sneering into the tan colored cheekbone face patch,” Cumberrat…”

 

Inside the underground dungeon of the Social Tower, on the first level, Modoc slowly moved up the sloped ramp while toting Vantrey and stopped with a sneer, standing in front of the half-door that was locked and bolted while keeping the prisoner safe from harm.

Inside the prison cell, Orkey sat down on top of the wet floor and fiddled wit the rusty lock using a fingernail. However, it was useless. He had been trying to open the rusty lock on the set of heavy rusty ankle bone chains for hours without success. He looked up with a gasp to see the far wall and then slowly turned a worried brow to see the Confederation teen royal.

Modoc continued to stand outside the prison cell with a sneer at Orkey and slowly squatted down, reaching out with the same tiny key and clicked open the half-door. Orkey gasped in alarm. Modoc reached out and kicked open the half-door, slowly crawling through the archway with Vantrey on the back spine with a loud sneer and stopped, gently placing Vantrey next to the kneecap. He leaned down with a sneer and a tongue of mouth drool into the face of Orkey. “I should kill you, sir!”

Orkey scooted backwards from Modoc and hit the wall concrete with a smile, “O my! O me! Kill me! What for, prince?”

He rattled the chain and picked the rusty lock with a sneer. “You’re dead, little man!”

“Do not harm thee!”

He continued to lean down with a snarl into the nose bridge of Orkey. “You lied to my best friend. My best friend is dead, because of you. You told my…my friend that he would live and have a happy life here. He is dead…dead from here and me.”

Orkey smiled with a silly giggle. “Your best friend is dead, because of a Pamburg prince with a talented shaft, not me. I don’t own a deadly shaft.”

“You told Vantrey that he would live and be happy. You told him that his girl would live and be happy. Now, his girl…”

Orkey giggled with a smile. “He is alive and happy inside the afterlife. I did not fib, prince.”

“You exaggerated the truth.”

“The afterlife is true.” Orkey smiled with a nod. “The afterlife is a happy life, my enemy. It is filled with harps and clouds and songs and snakes. But, the snakes do not lick or bit…”

“You’re a lying lizard. I’m going to kill you for that lie.”

Orkey lifted both cuffed wrists in the air and in front of his smile. “It is the true, my enemy.”

He exhaled. “You told his girl that she would be happy, too.”

“It is true, my enemy. The young princess will be very happy.”

He frowned. “She is not happy now.”

“There is not a deadline on a happy life.”

He growled. “But, there is a deadline on your happy life as I…”

“I warn yee. Hide! Hide now!”

“You do understand me and my ways. Now, I am going to take your life for the life of my friend.” Modoc frowned at the oracle. Then, a faint sound of a slamming door rattled through the air waves. He turned with a gasp and released the torn and dirty shirt on the oracle to see closed half door.

Orkey leaned over and bad breathed with a smile and a whisper into the chin of Modoc. “Hide now! Take your friend and go and hide inside the wall corner underneath all the old blankets, now, now!”

Modoc reached over and grabbed, dragging the dead body of Vantrey over the dirty floor, swiftly standing upright and quickly spun around on both heels and dashed ahead towards the dark wall corner, reaching out and grabbed the old thin blanket from the floor, tossing it into the air, placing Vantrey inside the wall corner. The blanket landed on top of Vantrey and covered the skull and the shoulder blades. Modoc spun around and slid down a butthole into the bent body of Vantrey inside the wall corner also. He lifted and placed the rest of the blankets on top of his hair roots, covering a crouched pose and stilled in silence while and listened to the conversation.

Outside the prison cell on top of the first level sloped ramp, Strawn and Cumberrun had filled an empty stomach with good food, exiting out from the kitchen with a set of loud burps and soft laughs. They slowly moved down the empty hallway and stopped, finding the half-door at the end of the hallway on the side wall with princely curiosity. The half-door was open also. Each one had dropped down on both kneecaps and then crawled through the new opening.

 

 

Dungeon room setting

 

 

Cumberrun stood upright from the floor inside the room while pressing down the girly skirt away from the legs and turned to stare at each solid wall of tan hue with a smile. “What is this place?”

Strawn stood upright from the floor inside the new room also while pressing down the girly skirt away from the body also and reached over, hugging Cumberrun with a whisper. “Shut your mouth! We’re armed with our surprise here. Let’s go and do this! Then, we gotta get outta here and help our brotherly princes within our own homelands.”

He reached over and shoved Strawn away with a smile towards the side wall with a smile. “O. It looks like a little dungeon, where they keep the lot of little prisoners. Do you like my letter L sounds, Strawnelle?”

They reached down and lifted the dress hem, carefully moving ahead on top of the first level ramp while searching for the Confederation prince Modoc and turned the wall corner with a gasp, pointing at the side wall with the first prison cage and ran ahead with a smile.

“Hey! Who are you in there, sir?” Strawn stopped first and examined the closed half-door that sealed the short man inside the prison cell. Cumberrun pulled up and stood beside his brother on the other side of the metal door with a sour frown. Strawn growled. “Do not break the lock, Cumberrat!”

Cumberrun stood in front of the lock and dropped the shaft down toward the floor with a sour frown, pointing down at the metal lock, “Fine! Then, tell me! How do we get it opened without breaking the lock without a weapon? I do not possess the secret number or the code or the word or the fucking right pose,” he wiggled the eyebrows and the hips at the same time. Orkey stared with a giggle at silly Cumberrun.

Strawn rolled both eyeballs with annoyance and turned to face the metal door, reaching up and slapping a free hand into the chest of Cumberrun with a smile. “Watch and learn! Then, one day, you can repeat my special talent.”

Cumberrun stepped backward from the chest jib of Strawn with a gasp and moved forward to stand in the same spot with a sour frown, staring at the door and the lock with a sissy whine. “What special talent? You like to piss on metal. I can do that too. But my piss doesn’t open any damn locked door, Strawnelle. And anyways, I possess the same exact talent like you, Strawn.”

Strawn reached up and shoved the bicep of Cumberrun away from the metal door for protection again, reaching over and grabbed the shaft with a two-fisted hold with a stern face, looking at the lock. “Stand back! I don’t know if the fire will backfire out from the sealed lock. And I don’t know how to revive a stopped heart on a princely dead brother either,” laughing.

He gasped. “Me! You are trying to kill your ‘bestest bro.’ Fine! Do it before we get captured and tormented without a friendly kiss from one of the pretty babes here in the Land of Sand.” He tossed both arms in the air. One held his shaft. Then, he slammed the hand and the shaft handle down to the legs, back stepping with a confused brow and watched Strawn.

“The Kingdom of the Sand,” Strawn held the larger tip of the shaft in the air and aimed it at the closed lock on the prison door, depressing one of the embedded levers which were built into the long shaft of the handle. The tiny panel on top of the flat head of the tip slid over and revealed a hidden pointy object inside the storage compartment. Then, the object popped out and emerged forward, showing a triangular device with the point that was aimed at the lock.

“Good shot!” He laughed and then gasped. “What is that?”

“It is my new talent!” Strawn released a tiny yellow colored fire ray toward the empty space inside the lock and barely tapped the darkness. The lock turned yellow and then back to rusty brown. Then, the lock slowly dropped from the door knob and fell open. He reached down and caught the lock before it hit the floor without alerting a Confederation guard inside the dungeon space.

The door slowly swung inward with a soft creak and revealed a dark and damp set of four walls without a viewing window. The four walls were ancient with a series of tiny fissions and cracks. Each fission and crack illuminated in a set of tiny rays of brightness when a bolt of lightning flamed the skyline over the sandy beach within the Kingdom of the Sand.

“The door is short like him,” Cumberrun dashed ahead with a laugh and dropped down on both knees over the smooth tan colored floor with a smile.

“There! The door is open now,” Strawn dropped down onto the kneecaps with a smile and swiftly crawled forward inside the prison room with a chuckle, stopping, standing upright with a puzzled brow, advancing ahead towards Orkey while scanning the walls for trouble. Cumberrun followed behind the back spine of Strawn in silence while examining the prison walls, the floor, the ceiling, and the tall pile of nasty looking dark blankets. Strawn stopped and stood in front of the oracle. “Hey! You are…”

Cumberrun stopped beside Strawn and turned with a laugh to see oracle. “You are short.”

Okey looked up with a sour frown to see Cumberrun. “You are stupid.”

Modoc sounded with a soft snigger and caught the rest of the noise within a throat, holding both nose holes. The introduction of the ugly and short oracle caused that initial reaction to every pair of eyeballs. His friend Vantrey had traveled over the river and successful fired upon the boats of the numerous River Rats, flying ahead and landed on top of an ocean island to visit the oracle. Then, Vantrey had died at the hands of a Pamburg prince. One day, in the near future, like tomorrow, Modoc will find and kill that the Pamburg prince. Then, his friend Vantrey would be revenged.

Inside the dungeon prison, Orkey sat on top of the cold floor and wiggled side to side in front of the cold solid wall lifting the chains with a frown. “I am a prisoner here, sir.”

Strawn squatted down with a puzzled brown in front of the tiny male, who wore a set of chains over each wrist bones. “What did you do wrong, sir?”

Orkey giggled with a smile. “I did right. I told the truth.”

Cumberrun squatted next to Strawn with a smile at the tiny male. “The truth will set your person free, is that right, Shorty?”

Orkey turned and nodded with a smile at Cumberrun. “Free. Free. Wee. Wee. Yes, I wanna be free.”

Cumberrun sat back on the knee with a smile at Orkey. “So, why should I set you free, Shorty?”

Strawn turned with a stern face to scan each wall within the smelly prison cell for any more prisoners or guards without seeing any movement, only feeling the cool air. “Don’t argue with the little man! Cut off all the rusty chains with your shaft! He doesn’t deserve to lounge here in the heated moist air as a prisoner of the vile savages of the Confederation,” he returned back to smile at Orkey.

Orkey turned with a smile to see Strawn. “I give free truth. You are a wise teen, who will make a grand leader, one day.”

Cumberrun laughed with a smile. “He knows that. I know that too. Why should I set you free, Shorty?”

Orkey turned with a sour frown to see Cumberrun. “I am an oracle. I tell the truth, stupid teen.”

Strawn nodded with a smile. “I heard that an oracle can tell and see the future. I want to know the location of my friend Teath.”

Orkey smiled. “I do know you, who come from…”

He gasped with a smile. “So, you prove to me that you possess excellent eye vision with color. Where is the location of my friend Teath?”

Orkey turned and sneered at Cumberrun. “You are a vicious teen but possess a heart of gold for your cute sweetie.”

Cumberrun laughed again. “The oracle lies. I don’t have a sweetie girl, Shorty.”

Okey lifted the chains in the air with a smile and a nod to Cumberrun. “You will. You will. I see. I see. I know.”

Cumberrun continued to squat beside Strawn and in front of the oracle, turning with a stern face to see each wall corner. “Where are your other cellmates, Shorty?”

Orkey turned and stared at the pile of blankets with a smile. “I am lucky. I am the only prisoner of Imperator Kung…”

Modoc looked down with a loud gasp to see the roaming rat between the two boot toes and slapped down a sharp tip of the knife over the small mammal. The dead rat softly squealed out its death song. Cumberrun turned and sniffed the air waves with a sour frown at the wall corner with the pile of dirty tall blankets. “I smell fresh blood.”

Orkey laughed at the nose profile of Cumberrun. “Our lunch special for the day, the rats are fat and juicy when I hunger.”

“Yeah,” Cumberrun turned back and snorted down to the short oracle and leaned over with a sneer into the chains on the oracle. “Tell me something that I don’t know, oracle!”

Okey dropped the chains down onto the floor with a soft ting and stared with a smile at Cumberrun. “You are both wise princes from the Pamburg Kingdom.”

Cumberrun sat backwards with a gasp in worry. Strawn turned and gasped at the face of the oracle. “How did you know that?”

Orkey nodded with a smile to each prince. “I know. I know. I see. I see. You are looking for the lost princess of the Pamburg Kingdom.”

Underneath the pile of dirty and smelly blankets, Modoc continued to crouch against the wall corner and whispered with a gasp, “Pamburg princess!”

Strawn nodded with a worried brow. “Yes. Yes. Where is she? Is she still alive? Do you know her location, oracle? Look! I will handsomely reward you, if you can locate the Pamburg princess for me.”

“I do not know her location but she lives and is safe. I promise that is all I know.” Orkey shook a balding skull with a sour frown and a sissy whine to Strawn.

Cumberrun sneered. “Kill him!”

“No.” Strawn stood upright with a huff of disappointment. “I thought an oracle was all knowing and powerful and something.”

“Then, I will kill him, Strawn.” Cumberrun lifted the shaft and twirled it around the air wave with a sneer and a sour frown at the oracle.

“No.” Strawn reached out and extended a free arm with a stern face, halting the advancement of Cumberrun. “He is in worse shape than us.”

“Release me!” Orkey lifted both cuffed wrists with a sad face.

Cumberrun frowned down at the oracle. “Why are you here inside the dungeon, shorty?”

“Imperator Kung had thought that I was all-knowing and powerful and something,” Orkey laughed with a nod to each prince.

Strawn laughed with a nod. “His slick humor gets him released and a new start of freedom.”

Modoc gasped with shock. The Pamburg prince was named Strawn, who killed his friend Vantrey. Modoc wanted to toss off the pile of blankets and then immediately kill the prince inside the dungeon right now. It was his right to avenge his dead friend. However, after ease dropping into the private conversation, he had learned a set of new information that he wanted to share with his brother Jarl and his girl Nixie. And then he had learned more about the Pamburg prince.

Strawn smiled with a nod, “all right! I will return your friendship, also.”

Orkey gasped. “Thank yee. Thank yee! Imperator Kung should never know that we were all here together inside his dirty little dungeon.”

Cumberrun nodded with a stern face. “Shorty is correct. We have wasted enough time here, Strawn. We need to leave before the stupid guards sniff the sand grains that our boot heels tracked down here into the dungeon.” He reached over and lifted, twirling the shaft with a fighting hand and a smile at Orkey. “Please place both arms over the floor!”

Okey drew back both hands with a worried brow into the chest, “Naw! I wanna keep my hands.”

He smiled. “I will cut off the chains.”

“You cannot.” Orkey gasped.

“Yeah, I can.” He grinned.

Orkey gasped, “Naw! No! Go and pull the wrist chains out from the wall, where it looks like a real escape.”

He leaned over and grabbed the chain with a grunt. “This wall is old but steady. If I touched that wall with my shaft, the entire structure would fall on top of our heads. No, cut the chains from his arms. Then, get outta of my eyesight, shorty.” He released the chain and back stepped from the oracle with a stern face.

Orkey leaned over and rested a chest flat over the wet floor, stretching ahead both arms ahead of his hair roots with a smile, lengthening both wrists within the chain.

Strawn back stepped and stopped, standing in place, lifting the shaft into the air with a two-fisted gripe. He twirled the shaft around and around in the air near the side a cheekbone as the yellow fire ignited from the oxygen molecules in the air. Then he completed one more revolution and slammed the spiked pointy tip on top of the twin chains. The chains sizzled and sliced in half with a set of hisses, freeing the oracle.

Orkey continued to rest over the wet floor with a grin and a giggle, “Thank yee. Thank yee! She is very much so in both health and alive. She is in hiding for her life force.”

Strawn gasped with a nod and reached out to touch the arm of the oracle. “We need to find and help her immediately. How do we find her, great oracle?”

Orkey laughed with a wink to Strawn, “Ooo! You get soft hands, sweet prince.” Strawn gasped with alarm and withdrew the hand back into the chest. Cumberrun laughed out loud. Orkey winked at Strawn. “The princess will find you. Don’t sweat fire metal, great prince! I promise you that.”

Strawn gasped in shock. “What does that mean, great oracle? Please clarify!”

Cumberrun turned with a gasp to see the empty corridor. “What is that set of faint noises?” He stood upright and spun around to see the half-door with a worried brow, advancing ahead toward the danger.

Orkey turned and nodded with a worried brow to the half-door and then turned back to see Strawn with a stern face. “These are the Confederation guards. They come up here and patrol all the prison cells for security. You must leave or face them with death.”

Strawn reached down and tenderly cut the rusty chains in half with his personal shaft, freeing the two tiny wrist bones of Orkey, staring with a nod and a smile at the tiny male. “Go then and get outta of here now also! You are free to leave the prison, little man.”

Orkey continued to sit on the floor and shook both wrist bones as the rusty chains dropped down over the floor with a soft ting. “Thanks! I don’t forget a favor, prince.”

Strawn stood upright with a nod and a worried brow to the oracle and spun around, dashing ahead toward the half-door, tumbling down onto the stomach, crawling over the floor and through the open archway. He swiftly stood upright in silence and ran ahead with a worried brow, following behind the back spine of Cumberrun.

They both disappeared around the wall corner and as their individual boot soles echoed through the lower level and then silenced. They had exited through the half-way entrance door while rushing to leave the Social Tower from the roaming Confederation guards in worry and fear.

Inside the prison cell, Orkey slowly stood upright and moved ahead with a smile, stopping, and stood in front of the tall pile of dirty blankets, reaching over and pulled off the top layers of dirty blanket with a grin to expose the teen royal. “I am sorry about your dead friend. He is very happy, but you are not.”

Modoc swallowed back the tears with a worried brow and a meek voice to the oracle. “I…I overheard your private conversation with the two princes that came from the Pamburg Kingdom. Why did you lie to the two princes from Pamburg? The princess is dead.”

He mumbled over the wet floor with a worried brow. “The princess is alive.”

“The princess is dead. It was verified by every queen of every kingdom inside the palace exhibition room.”

“That is false.”

“It is false.” He exhaled. “Then, if it is true, all the other kingdoms have attacked and killed the rest of the brother princes to lay claim to an empty throne. Is it really true? Is there a surviving princess of Pamburg Kingdom?”

Orkey nodded with a stern face. “Yes, prince, it is very true. There is one more alive and breathing princess of the Pamburg Kingdom. She is well and alive. I promise you that.”

Modoc snarled down at the hair roots of Orkey. “Why did you tell me that the Pamburg Kingdom would fall when I visited your tiny hut on the ocean island that day? What was your reasoning for telling me that the Pamburg Kingdom would fall?”

“You asked the question within your mind. My mind read the question. I answered the question from your mind. That’s all, prince.”

Modoc exhaled with a huff of frustration and confusion. The oracle had told the truth. Modoc had thought of the question without voicing it, simply out of curiosity. Now, the curiosity was reality. The Pamburg dynasty had been destroyed. All the brotherly teen princes had been murdered and dead, but the other two talented teen princes. All the other princesses had been killed and dead, but the one mysterious and missing Teath. The beautiful Pamburg domes and structures had been vandalized by the royals of the Confederation also. Modoc gasped in alarm. “I didn’t know that.”

Orkey exhaled with a huff of annoyance. “Yes, you were not supposed to know that, prince.”

“But…but, I am the root cause of the entire mess. The royals are killing the princes right now, at this moment, which is wrong. And I have caused my best friend’s death with selfishness. I…I have caused the war between the Confederation and the Pamburg Kingdom with stupidity.”

“Yes, you did all that, prince,” Orkey back stepped with a huff and spun around with a stern face, slowly strolling ahead, and exited the prison cell, shaking a balding skull.

Modoc spun around and removed the blanket from his dead friend, whispering with a worried brow down to Vantrey. “I did this. I had told everyone about the downfall of the Pamburg kingdom. I didn’t have to share that secret. I didn’t even believe it. I only told the secret to impress Nixie. I didn’t believe it until the oracle was captured and presented inside the Assembly Hall. Then, the oracle told and confirmed to Kung the same thing. Then, all the Confederation queens invaded the princess throne room while finding an ash pile of a dead sister princesses, but one.

“Then, I heard through the face patch that there were fourteen piles of ashes. Well, there were fifteen piles of ashes. The fifteenth pile was the black ashes of the mother queen. King Conic had not been found, had not proclaimed war and had not saved his royal sons.” Modoc gasped through the tears of defeat and sadness. “King Conic was the fifteenth pile of ashes. Queen Shemerry was the fourteen piles of ashes. And Princess Teath is alive. This is a real war. I have started a real civil war. The other kingdoms had no justification claim at the throne. The kingdom of Pamburg is not empty anymore,” he leaned over and cried over the dead body of his best friend in sorrow, pain, and sadness.

 

On the top of the ground floor location near the kitchen space, Strawn and Cumberrun raced away from Orkey, the prison cell, the tiny dungeon, and through the half-way door, swiftly running down an empty hallway of the first level inside the Social Tower. The natives continued to enjoy the numerous deadly activities with a set of loud cheers and loud music.

Cumberrun slid to a stop again with a smile in front of the open archway of the kitchen in silence.

Strawn raced ahead with a sour frown into the face patch. “What are you doing, Cumberrat?”

He turned and dashed back into the kitchen with a smile into the tan colored cheekbone face patch. “A speed boat is faster than an airship,” Cumberrun stopped and stood in front of the kitchen counter, reaching out, grabbing an empty basket, and filled the empty space with an array of good smelling food items.

Strawn stopped and stood in the middle of the hallway in front of the open archway of the kitchen with a sour frown into the face patch. “An airship is quicker than a speed boat too.”

“A damaged airship can’t compare with a working speed boat,” he filled one basket completely full and then worked on a second basket for a pair of worried princes coming from the Pamburg Kingdom.

“O yeah! Hurry up, thou!” Strawn continued to stand in place and survey an empty hallway with a huff of worry.

Cumberrun rushed and finished the simple task, reaching down, and grabbed both filled and heavy baskets in a cupped hand with a smile, back stepping from the kitchen counter and spun around, exiting the kitchen. He ran through the archway and turned with a laugh, leading them out towards the tan sands and away from the exterior walls of Social Tower. Strawn pulled ahead and dashed beside Cumberrun. Cumberrun handed one of the heavy baskets to Strawn with a smile in silence.

They dashed ahead towards the single River Rats speed boat on top of the Delta waters.

The captain of the River Rats speed boat continued to rest at the shoreline while admiring the pretty sands and tall buildings, seeing the two familiar tall bodies with a smile and a wave. “Hey! It’s the ugly girls again.”

“Yeah!” Strawn lifted the torn and smelly long multi-colored skirt with a cupped hand and dashed ahead towards the River Rat speed boat with a smile.

Cumberrun lifted up the girly dress and moved besides, stopping next to Strawn, dropping the dress, lifting up the other food basket in front of a smile and a laugh, “Yee, sir! We, ugly girls finished our visitation here within the Kingdom of the Sand and are back here at the beautiful blue colored shoreline. And we, ugly girls have brought a set of two heavy baskets of fresh food, so we, ugly girls can we ride back inside your spiffy tiny boat to the Pamburg kingdom.”

The captain of the River Rat speed boat shook a cap with a laugh. “Not a fucking chance in hell, girly! The Pamburg kingdom is being attacked.”

Strawn continued to extend the food basket to the captain with a worried brow. “We know that, sir.”

He laughed with a nod. “No! It is too dangerous for me and my crew of ship mates to sail towards the Pamburg Kingdom.”

Strawn frowned. “We know that, too, sir.”

“No. The Pamburg kingdom is off way off limits of my ship.”

“We know that which is thrice as nice.”

Two of the crew mates slid out of the speed boat and snuck around each blind side of each prince, stopping and leaned over, reaching out and snatched up each food basket from the hands of each prince with a laugh. Strawn and Cumberrun both gasped in alarm without fighting back with the two conniving thieves. The captain of the speed boat nodded with a smile to each prince. “But, thanks for the two food baskets. My crew is really hunger and tired like me. There have been too many passengers and adventure trips on the Delta water this week.” The two crew mates scooted backwards from the princes and slid back into the boat, sitting down on the rear bench as the rest of the crew mates attacked the food baskets with a set of laughs and hoots.

Cumberrun tossed both arms into the air and pointed down at the two food baskets with a sour frown and a matching tone, “Hey there! We paid for a boat ride now.”

The captain of the speed boat nodded with a smile and pointed at one of the numerous rows of rusty and ugly airships with a laugh and a smile, “Hey, ugly girls! If you really want a ride back to the Pamburg Kingdom, you should steal one of the numerous ground airships,” he reached down and shifted the gear into drive. The tiny speed boat revved the engine and swiftly soared ahead, sailing away from the shoreline with the two baskets of food and away from the two princes with a set of laughter.

Cumberrun frowned at the speed boat. “Yeah, we paid for good advice.”

Strawn reached over and slapped the bicep of Cumberrun through the silk girly blouse with a worried brow. “Let’s go!”

“Let us go to where?” He frowned at the speed boat.

“We go and steal one of the airships and fly over the Delta water and then near the mountain. Then, we hike it down into the low valley…”

…with the white hunger gators and the yellow tinted biting ass snakes. Yeah, that’s a great plan, your asshole-ness.” Cumberrun exhaled with worry.

Strawn exhaled with a huff of annoyance and continued to stare at the moving speed boat. “Then, you come up with a greater plan,” he slowly reached up and ripped off the girly clothing as he was heading back home to fight for the Pamburg Kingdom. The girly clothes landed down onto the sands in silence.

He lifted and tapped a finger onto the temple with a stern face, staring at the dot of the speed boat over the Delta waters. “Let me think of a greater and better plan!”

“I’m going to be the new Pamburg king. Get inside the airship!”

Cumberrun continued to stare with a frown at the Delta water. “No. I’m thinking of a greater and bestest plan. First, we free all the airships. Second, we steal an airship.”

He exhaled with a huff of annoyance at his princely brother. “I just said that.”

“No. You first said to steal an airship. We must free one of the airships.”

Strawn spun around with a sour frown and moved ahead towards the last airship in the last row. “An airship is not a living thing, Cumberlynn.”

He spun around with a smile and followed behind Strawn while stripping off the torn and stinky girly dress with a laugh. The girly silk clothing landed down onto the sands in silence. “An airship has a living engine that roars within the sky.”

Strawn dashed up the open ramp in the Pamburg battle gear and slid down into the copilot side. Cumberrun was the better pilot during an emergency situation for getting the two princes safely back home to the Pamburg Kingdom.

 

 

Airship trip of Strawn and Cumberrun

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

with four miles per hour winds

 

 

Cumberrun run up the open ramp and slid down into the pilot seat with a gasp of worry and pressing the button and then slammed both hands over the glass console. The ramp sucked inside and then the door closed shut. The engine of the airship powered into life. The ship slowly lifted from the sands and wobbled side to side, squealing in metal pain from the damage to the engine block.

Strawn reached down and grabbed onto the edges of the co-pilot chair with a worried brow, scanning the floor of the ship. “What’s wrong with the ship?”

Cumberrun slid both palms over the smooth glass console with a laugh and a smile. “What’s wrong with the engine? Do you actually ask me that stupid ass question, Strawnelle?”

He turned and scanned each side of the airship with a worried brow. “What’s wrong with the engine, prince?”

The airship launched into the skyline while leaving a plume of black smoke through the air currents. Cumberrun continued to fly with a laugh. “And you wanna be the king of Pamburg Kingdom.” The airship slipped to the side and then dipped down through the air, slowly flying over miles of pale blue Delta waters that contained hunger sharks also, slowly puttering in a steering motion towards the twin crystal gates of the Pamburg Kingdom. Flying over the Delta waters was the only direction to visit the Pamburg Kingdom by ship or by boat.

Strawn reached down and grabbed onto the flip-flapping stomach with a worried brow coming from the wobbling airship. “Look! Hold a straight course through the air which will land us onto the mountain peak, maybe inside the lake, a soft landing.”

Cumberrun shifted both hands over the glass console of the damaged airship with a laugh. “Hold a straight course through the air which will slam us into the side of mountain! Yeah, I can do that one.” The airship dropped down and then slipped sideways as the engine bellowed in low roars and produced plumes of black smoke from the sliced engine parts.

He gasped in fright. “Don’t drop the ship down towards the swamp water!”

Cumberrun continued to slide both hands over the glass console of the damaged ship. “I’m not dropping the ship down towards the swampy water of gators.”

“We are falling outta of the sky.”

“We are flying in the sky.”

“You can’t fly!”

“I can fly.”

He stared through the windshield at the approaching crystal fence that was even with the nose of the damaged airship. “Steer the airship over the fence the top of glittering crystal, not into the hard stone!”

Cumberrun continued to steer the ship with a smile. “I’m trying too to steer over the hard stone. I really hate that damn crystal-made fence. When you become king, I demand the fence be cut down and made into houses or corrals or a nice swimming pool, Strawnelle,” laughing.

“Why isn’t the airship flying higher to go over the crystal fence?”

Cumberrun continued to steer and laugh. “It’s a skyline, not an airship, Strawnelle. Or maybe, the fence is too, too high for the low, low airship.”

He exhaled with worry. “I see and feel that too.”

Cumberrun continued to steer with a laugh. “Did you know that music can shatter a piece of glass?”

He exhaled. “Excellent! This is your new an emergency landing plan.” The airship decelerated speed with metal pain coming through the curved walls of steel as the integrity of the ship whined for its mother ship. Strawn gasped. “The airship got hit by something.”

Cumberrun frowned, “Really! Was that the loud and obnoxious sound inside both of my eardrums?”

“Plot an emergency landing!” Strawn leaned backwards and belted into the co-pilot seat with a worried brow. “Lift the airship into the air!”

Cumberrun continued to steer with a worried brow. “We are in the air.”

“Lift us higher into the air! We are going to hit the height of the crystal fence.”

Cumberrun continued to steer with a worried brow as a series of colorful f-bombs dropped down over the ship and in front of the windshield. “Look! I know that. So, I’m compensating for the weight of the heavy ass steel and aluminum, the friction stir of the conflicting air waves, the magnetic pulse of the earth soil, the conductive heat seam of the sun, and residual stress of your mouth. Continue to sit down and shut up, bro!”

“Sorry!” Strawn grunted in worry.

The airship soared directly ahead and moved forward towards the edge of the stone fence, not over the hard mineral surface. Cumberrun gasped in alarm. “Get down onto the floor, bro! I don’t think we’re going to make it over the top of the fence.” Strawn slid off and dropped down from the seat, falling hard onto the floor, covering both hands over the rear skull with a sneer and a face of worry. Cumberrun jerked both hands backwards towards a chest with a sneer of worry. The soaring airship sounded with metal pain and then swiftly tilted upright into the clouds, slowly flying forward on the tail end and the rear afterburners. Then, the airship collided into the edge of the fence. The airship tumbled downward into a forward roll and twirled over end to end through the air molecules, heading towards the one of the swamp nest of gators. Cumberrun slipped off the pilot seat and landed hard on the floor with a loud scream of fear throughout the cabin. “I’m sorry. I love you, bro!”

 

 

 

6th hour (early evening)

 

 

Pamburg Kingdom

Home of dead King Conic and his wife dead Queen Shemerry

and thirteen dead princesses

and single live and breathing Princess Teath

 

Airship trip of Strawn and Cumberrun

Warm temperatures with bright sunshine

with twelve miles per hour winds

 

 

The stolen and damaged Confederation rusty and beaten up airship that carried Strawn and Cumberrun swiftly traveled over the baby blue waters of the Delta without encountering a single angry River Rat speed boat, since each speed boat floated and then wobbled side to side in a semi-crooked line on top of the water in front of the crystal fence at the Pamburg Kingdom while launching a colorful f-bomb at each flying Pamburg airship for fun. The stolen and damaged Confederation rusty airship rapidly descended to the ground and hit inside one of the large streams of fresh water with a small water splash while killing a few exposed gators and continuing to steam ahead with great speed over the flat hard yellow tinted surface and then finally halted in a sideway pose.

Within the cockpit of the airship, on the floor, Strawn reached up and wiped off his blood from the side of the lips with a shout out. “Open the door! Forget the ramp! Get out of the ship now! We landed in the swamp waters. We need to get out, before we drown to death or in death or die.” Cumberrun slowly stood upright with a dizzy headache from the pilot seat and then gently wobbled side to side within the air waves. Strawn swiftly stood upright from the floor and quickly dashed ahead the glass console, reaching over and grabbed, shoving Cumberrun ahead towards the hatchway opening and then he stopped with a gasp.

“What? Jump out of the ship!” Cumberrun softly moaned with a dizzy head within the arms of Strawn.

Strawn groaned with worry. “The hatchway of the ship faces upward. I see the skyline, not the landscape. I can’t climb up and over a set of the curved walls of smooth steel. We’re going to drown and die here. I’m sorry, Cumberrat.”

Cumberrun separated from Strawn and stumbled ahead, slamming a shoulder muscle against the curved wall with a loud grunt, breathing a set of deep breathes to clear out a dizzy mind with a goofy smile. Strawn slowly moved ahead and reached out, touching the smooth wall with a worried brow, trying to climb the slick smooth steel material without success. The fresh water slowly splashed up into the skyline and then entered down through the hatchway opening while dripping down a set of heavy droplets of water onto the face of Strawn.

He continued to breathe a set of deep breathes to clear the dizzy mind and slowly moved ahead towards the console panel that was sideways as the ship was tilted towards the skyline.

Strawn continued to move side to side and crawl up the curved wall. The water continued to drain down into the floor of the ship making the floor wet with numerous puddles of cold water.

The airship slowly sunk down into the swamp water without assistance from another princely brother. The interior compartment was flooded with neck high water.

As the water rose and lifted both human bodies from the floor and into the pocket of breathable air. Strawn swam side to side, reaching up again, trying to grab the edge of the opening with a set of pants of worry and panic in silence while facing certain death. He was too young to die at sixteen years old and as his future days of life should have been possessed with more adventure and excitement.

Cumberrun continued to swim upright with a chin near the ceiling while breathing in the small amount of oxygen inside the pocket of air within the cockpit. The interior compartment was slowly flooding with larger amount of fresh water fast and furious. Cumberrun flipped both boots side to side underneath the water and continued hovered on top of the console panel, reaching out and kicked the manual level that controlled the ramp. The ramp extended upward coming from the hidden slot into the air waves as the ship tilted sideways and swiftly shifted down towards the hard ground. He kicked off from the panel and opened both arms underneath the water with a grin, hitting and cuddled the back spine of Strawn with a laugh.

They both swam forward and paddled toward the tilted opening as the ship continued to swiftly descend underneath the swamp water. The metal ramp extended fully and slammed down onto the hard soil stopping the movement of the airship as the water shifted and moved through the opening with a set of two teens that cuddles like a pair of lovers. The water drained out from the opening over the hard soil first. Then a pair of teen swam through the water and soared over the soft yellow mud with a loud scream, stopping in the large puddle of water while clearing the entrance portal of the ship.

The airship moaned in metal pain coming from a swift tilting motion. The ramp broke off from the slot and the lip of the ship. The ship swiftly drowned down on top of the nest of hunger gators that waited for the new prey of food.

Cumberrun continued to rest in the mud with a cough and then a gag, mouth spitting up water through the air waves. “Splash down!”

Strawn mouth spat out the fresh water also and breathed in fresh air, slowly standing upright in the mud with a smile and a cough, patting a chest clearing out the both lungs with a whisper. “Thanks!”

Cumberrun slowly stood upright in the mud with a smile and a cough of more water while breathing in fresh air. “Welcome!”

Strawn turned with a worried brow and scanned the familiar landscape. “Where are we?”

Cumberrun turned to the side and coughed out water spit with a smile to see the familiar landscape. “We might could be inside one of the swamp streams. Or we might could be inside one of the crop fields. Or we might could be…”

“Home!” He smiled with a cough of water spit. “We are back home within the Pamburg Kingdom.” Strawn moved ahead over the soil with an occasion cough slapping the water from the chest and the hair strands. “We are on one of the small plots of yellow soil between the swamps. We need to hike it toward the Prince House. How are you feeling?”

Cumberrun stopped and leaned over at the waistline, vomiting onto the yellow soil, wiping off the dirty mouth with a smile, standing upright with a laugh. “I feel fine now. My guts were scrambled from your shitty ass flying skills, Strawnella.”

Strawn moved ahead with a laugh. “Your neurons are scrambled. You had piloted and crashed landed the airship in the swamp of gators, Prince Cumberrat.”

He jogged and pulled up beside Strawn with a laugh. “O. I must be sick from your bad flying maneuvers, Strawnella.” The long and yellow colored gator slowly emerged up from the water without a big splash of noise and then slowed crawled onto the yellow soil which matched its leather skin, slowly stalking the back spine of Strawn, opening a mouth of fangs, filling an empty stomach of hunger.

Cumberrun sniffed the air waves with a sour frown and spun around with a smile to see the new visitor. “Whoa! Hi there, Mr. Gator.” Strawn spun around with a gasp and lifted the shaft over the hair roots, staring down at the advancing and hissing live gator. Cumberrun reached over and shoved Strawn with manly brute strength towards the side with a smile down at the gator, pointing down at the swamp waters with a nod. “Now, I live here, too. Me and you are a pair of true natives here within the Pamburg kingdom lands. Now, you stop and turn your big ass around and go back into the water and find a live red tinted yummy rojo bird to eat for lunch or dinner. My bro Strawn is too bitter and too sour for your taste buddies,” laughing.

“Thanks, Cumberrat!” Strawn frowned down at the still advancing and hissing live gator.

Cumberrun crossed the arms with a smile. “Gators are my friends.”

Strawn swiftly dashed ahead and slammed the blade tip down into the head of the hissing gator with a loud grunt, standing upright and jerked the shaft out from the bloody skull with the gray tinted dead gator brain cells, spinning around with a sour frown to see the Prince House. “They ain’t my friends.”

He frowned with sadness at the gator. “Yeah, I can see the spurting and spilling blood protein in the air, on the land, and all over my old friend. That was really mean, Strawnella! He was only…”

“Now!” Strawn pointed with a worried brow and a furious tone towards the Prince House. “Let’s move faster and race quickly towards the Prince House. Our princely brothers need our help immediately!”

Cumberrun spun around with a sour frown, “Geez! I need help immediately too. How are we going to cross miles and miles of open water streams that live and breed hundreds and hundreds of gator nests?”

Strawn moved sideways and leaped into the air, kicking both boots, soaring over the narrow strip of water and landed on bent kneecaps on top of the next plot of flat soil with a smile. “We jump in the air like a fish. Come on! Get moving!”

They swiftly dashed ahead over numerous plots of the flat soil and then elegantly leaped over each narrow stream of green tinted waters without landing on top of a sleeping gator, racing back to the Prince House to rescue their set of princely brothers.

Strawn landed onto the next hard soil surface and halted with a puzzled brow beside the grounded airship. Inside the Pamburg ship, the door hatchway was half-way open without a sloped walking ramp. He reached out and touched the parts of smooth and scorched metal with a sneer, looking up into the skyline. The row of wobbling speed boats of River Rats continued to launch from the hand-held cannon each colorful f-bomb into the air waves. Each f-bomb missed an airship but would sometimes kill a flying bird. He looked down with a growl. One of the f-bomb had tapped onto the smooth metal of the airship and caused the pilot to land down here on top of one of many land pods that surrounded the swamp waters. He removed the hand and moved ahead with a gasp, halting. There was a dead body that was eating the yellow dirt without a head on the other side of the ground Pamburg airship. He frowned with worry. “Who is that?”

Cumberrun leaped up from the plot of soil and landed inside the imprints boot heels of Strawn on top of the next yellow tinted soil, racing around the grounded Pamburg airship with a sour frown of angry, stopping, standing beside his friend and stared down at the dead body without a head also. “It looks like a brother. I recognize the black tinted Pamburg battle gear. A sleeveless black tinted vest and a pair of black tinted leather trousers that are tucked down into pair of polished knee high boots. The dead body looks like me but dead and headless.”

He exhaled with worry. “Without the head, I am not sure which brother this is.”

Cumberrun laughed. “Well, if I could see his dick, then I can tell you who the brother is.”

Strawn laughed down at the dead body. “What?”

Cumberrun scooted around and examined each side of the dead brother with a smile. “O. You didn’t participate in our pissing contest.”

He continued to stare and laugh down at the dead body. “What?”

Cumberrun stopped and stood over at the boot heels of the dead body with a grin. “One night after you had gone to bed inside your princely apartment like a sissy little girl, the rest of us bold and brave brothers had a pissing contest inside the squire common bathroom facilities. We brothers messed it up good with our pissy odor. Anyways, we wanted to see which brother could piss the furthest towards the opposite wall.”

He continued to stare with a laugh down at the dead body. “Who won?”

Cumberrun laughed down at the dead body too. “Then, we wanted to see which brother had the longest dick.”

He laughed down at the dead body. “Who won?”

“Asshole big man Tantum won both events. He can piss a stream of pee about thirty feet. Damn! He has the biggest damn dick in the world. But you need the biggest damn dick in the world to piss thirty or more feet too,” laughing.”

Strawn slowly moved ahead and passed the dead princely body and Cumberrun, stopping and stared down at the new object on the dirt with a puzzled brow. “O! Does one of our brothers have a set of three arms?”

Cumberrun spun around with a smile and pulled up beside Strawn with a laugh, scooting around the new object, dropping a stomach down over the hard soil and measured his arm length against the individual torn off bloody arm limb. “No! A brother does not have a set of three arms. This separated arm joint at the forearm with an intact hand and set of five digits belongs too short and skinny Meigh or Octan. See? It is small and tiny compared my longer arm and my bigger hand.”

Strawn exhaled with a huff of worry. “So, two of our brothers are dead. Where is the rest of the body of Meigh or Octan?”

He spun around with a grin and pointed down at the foot tracks that were embedded in the dirt. “The rest of poor Meigh or Octan was eaten by a gator or two. Do you see the set of sliding foot imprints from a pair of boots? Yeah! One of our tinniest princely brothers was standing too close to the edge of the dirt, when the gator climbed up and over the edge and then got him, dragging him down into the swamp waters.”

Strawn looked and examined the foot tracks in the dirt with a puzzled brow. “I can understand taking the entire body. Why did the gator girl leave only a ripped off bloody forearm from our princely brother?”

He laughed. “That’s easy answer, Strawnella! The other princely brother could only reach out and grab onto the wavering arm where the gator was chomping on the other body parts. Then, the arm broke off at the shoulder joint from the mouth of sharp fangs of the gator. Then, our princely brother fell down on an ass and couldn’t save the tinniest princely brother. The end!”

Strawn pointed down with a puzzled brow at the missing head of the second prince. “Why did the gator only eat the head of the other princely brother?”

Cumberrun turned with a grin to see the nose profile of Strawn. “That’s another easy answer, Strawnella! There were two gators, a big fat mama gator and a tea tiny baby gator. Mama gator ate the entire body of the smallest princely brother while getting full and fat. So, the baby gator only ate the head while getting full and fat too,” laughing.

Strawn laughed. “You’re so full of brown tinted turd shits, Cumberlynn! That’s the lamest story of two princely brotherly deaths in the entire world.”

He frowned. “Then, you come up with a more viable and plausible story that killed two princely brothers. My brain and my body are totally exhausted from the day’s hunt of a lost princess and now two lost brothers.”

Strawn exhaled with a huff of sadness and stared down at the dead body and the single forearm. “So, two of our brothers are dead.”

He turned to face the Delta water with a worried brow, seeing the tall Prince House that glowed of crystal stone in the far distance. “So, two of our brothers had escaped out from the Prince House. That tells me that the gang of mature and older squires fought and sacrificed a shaft for the other twelve princes. But all the squires lost now.”

Strawn turned to see the glowing crystal of the fence and the Prince House too. “How did you come to that conclusion?”

He exhaled. “The job of the Pamburg squire is to protect each prince while saving a lonely one for the kingship. Else, there will be a war with the nasty Confederation dogs which is happening like right now always,” he turned with a worried brow to see the vast landscape and the series of falling f-bombs. “The River Rats are quiet annoying at this point in time. When we return back to the Prince House, I’m calling these boats. Then, I’m going to beat the shit outta every single River Rat. They are producing an array of colored f-bombs throughout the air waves for fun and annoyance too. That also tells me that each airship from the Prince House is gone too. Each prince has escaped away from the Prince House and hides somewhere inside the landscape of the kingdom.”

Strawn spun around and scanned the landscape also. “Good deduction! We need to go in the opposite direction also. Some of the Confederation scum might be chasing after our brothers also.”

He moved ahead over the flat soil with a nod, “Yeah! I agree. Let’s jog back to that damaged airship near our two dead brothers. We can make it work and fly a longer distance rather than move on foot.”

“It wouldn’t go that far.”

Cumberrun exhaled. “Yeah, I know that. But it doesn’t matter. I have a tiny inkling that we will run into a set of Confederation scumbags and then we crash land the airship metal on top of their skulls.”

“I like your brilliant military strategy moves, Cumberrat. You should be a general of war.”

Cumberrun sneered. “Yeah, I like to kill, too.” He raced ahead over the flat land and leaped into the air over the narrow stream of water, landing on both feet, dropping down on the kneecaps, slowly crawling through the half-door on the damaged airship, entering the dark interior of the cabin and stopped, sliding down into the pilot seat. He slapped both hands over the cool glass of the pilot console.

Strawn copied all the same body moves as Cumberrun and entered the cabin, sliding down into the co-pilot chair webbing into the seat with a stern face.

He wiggled side to side inside the pilot seat, exhaling with a huff of worry and a silence prayer of safety. “Hang on! This is going to be an ugly rough landing.”

Strawn frowned. “We’re still on the ground.”

“I’m warning you about the upcoming landing, after I take off, in case, I pass out from the fear,” he slapped both hands over the glass console with a laugh. The airship coughed into a roar of power. He pressed the button. The ramp extended outward and then broke off the slot with a loud slurp and then boom. The door creaked with a growl but did not close or open but remained half-way up. He laughed. “Well, half-way is better than nothing.” The airship slowly launched up from the yellow plot of soil into the air while trailing a plum of black smoke as an array of colorful streaks of f-bombs continued to paint and bombard the blue sky.

 

 

 

Kingdom of the Sand

Home of Imperator Kung, his wife Imperatoress Haildrameme

first royal Princess Pelf and second royal Princess Nixie

 

Scrub bush forest and ocean shoreline

Tan beach sand with streaks of yellow dancing lightning bolts

Hot temperatures with bright sunlight and blue sky

 

 

The super tall and super muscular middle aged male wore a head of shoulder length silver hair with a pair of gray colored eyeballs and a tone of black tinted skin. He wore a pale blue sleeveless tunic, a pair of matching trousers and a pair of matching knee boots that matched the eye color of his precious daughter and slowly moved through the space between the rows of raw food stalks with a full stomach from consuming all the delicious free food compliments of the numerous dead farmers within the Kingdom of the Land. He wiped off a wet mouth with a smile and stepped onto the flat surface of tan colored sands, strolling ahead to continue the search for each lost daughter of the Freelands with a feel of hope and promise of success.

A row of three males slowly moved through the rows of crops fields following behind the back spine of the elderly male and stopped, standing a few feet apart among the tan colored sands in silence. Each male wore a set of individual face patches of various colored hues, consisting of all the different metal shapes. The numerous face patches included every color of the tiara forehead, the pair of curvy horns, and the pair of straight horns. Numerous set of eyebrows patches was displayed over each eye socket and down toward the cheekbone. A set of nose patches covered the entire nose bridge. A set of several cheekbone patches over the sides of the face. Several type of mustache patches underneath both nose holes, running down over the top of the lips. Numerous sets of chin patches were displayed around the mouth and over the necklace. Several sets of jaw line patches were displayed around the jaw line. There were one set of green colored snot nose face patches. Several types of drooling mouth spit face patches. And finally, there were an assortment of colored dots between all the patches. Each person was clean shaven without facial and bone skull hair with a set of closed eyelids. The various colored and types of face patches surrounded the entire naked and shaven bone skull for better communication.

The rest of the younger and older males moved beside the nose profile of the leader with a song of cheer and a full belly of food after replenishing the energy from the war and defeating all the native within the Kingdom of the Wind and a few of the farm families inside the Kingdom of the Land.

Some of the luckier younger and older fathers had been joyful reunited with a lost daughter and was headed home or at home currently. So, the remaining fathers were full of good cheer and high hopes for locating their precious daughter within the rest of the Confederation. Each father moved away from the crop fields and stepped onto the beautiful tan sands that looked out over the greenish blue coastline in the far distance.

The charge of the three males, the younger and shorter male in a sleeveless dirty electric blue tunic and matching set of trousers with a head of shoulder length silver colored hair, a pair of gray eyeballs, and a tone of black colored skin broke through a new grove of tree limbs, cutting it with the shaft, slowly moved ahead and marched onto the soft tan sands beside the leader while chewing the last of the raw food with a smile of hope and happiness without using a shaft to cut down tree branches or more skulls from the Confederation natives. He was a peaceful male at heart and only desired to find his precious daughter, starting a new family life within his home of Freelands, living out his happy days until his death.

A scouting team of fathers had jogged ahead to survey the landscape and identify any natives on guard. The head of the scout team dashed back to the small army of lost fathers of the Freelands with a stern face and stopped, kneeling down in the sands in front of the super tall and super muscular male while bowing a chin down into the chest in silence.

The super tall and super muscular male looked down with a confused brow at the silver tinted hair roots of the scout leader. “Did you find anymore daughters?”

“Yes.”

He gasped. “That is wonderful news. We have found more daughters of the Freelands. Where are they? Why didn’t they come with you back to us?”

“Yes. We have found more daughters of the Freelands. You need to see what we have found. Please follow me, sir,” the leader of the scout team stood upright with a face of tears and swiftly spun round, quickly dashing ahead in silence. The rest of the lost fathers of the Freelands quickly chased after the solo male and traveled over more tan colored sand into the lovely beach scene near the ocean waters.

The great ocean covered the entire eastern end of the large continent, where scattered set of tiny isolated ocean islands barely stood above the deep blue tinted water like one of the ocean islands that belonged to Orkey. The ocean water was fed by the blue tinted Delta waters that flowed westerly down from the second great ocean. The Kingdom of the Fire was located at the edge of the shoreline and surrounded by lush cool forestlands, where each underground pit birthed asset of new rock and new heat. The Kingdom of the Lakes rode down through the fresh lake that flowed easterly coming down from the tall cold snowy mountain range of the Kingdom of the Snow.

The Kingdom of the Sand wasn’t named the sand for nothing. The mouth of the Delta water and the intersection of the dark blue great ocean curved out the Kingdom of the Sand, where the entire soil was covered in tan colored sands that was keep warm by the bright sunshine. The kingdom property line ran across the sands and slammed into a tall mountain range.

The mountain started the property line of the Freelands and was composed of naked blue colored iron ore rock that created the streaks of dancing yellow tinted lightning bolts that ran across the pale blue skyline of the Kingdom of the Sand. As the ocean water evaporated from the heat and then released salt molecules, each salt particle drifted up and slammed into a plume of blue iron ore dust that disintegrated from the waves of hot sunlight and rough winds of the great ocean. When the salt and iron ore dust particles met and mated, the dust ignited into a yellow hue and then charged into a flow of sideway electricity wave in the formation of a bolt of lightning. This was a natural phenomenon within the territory of the Kingdom of the Sand, since the beginning of time.

Behind the tallest building within the Kingdom of the Sand, there stood a set of scattered smaller structures that were two or three stories tall. Inside each sand castle that was made of tan sand grains housed all the royals plus all the Sand servants. In front of the scattered huddle of each servant sand castle that each servant shared with numerous other servants, there was a thick line of tall palm trees and short scrub bushes, which was the natural forest of sand. Behind the line the tall palm trees and short scrub bushes, there was more huddles of tall palm trees or short scrub bushes.

A scrub bush appeared like a short and wide set of thick tan colored twisting branches with a thick shade of pale green tiny leaves that provided a home to each family of sand mice. A sand mouse ate all the ripen sea oat flakes that drifted down and dropped over the sands. A sea oat was a tan colored tall weed with a triangular pod on top of the thick stalk. If the sea mice didn’t eat the sea flakes, then a garden of ugly weed-like sea oats were encroach and kill all the wildlife within the sands.

The sea hawk was colored in bright yellow that matched the yellow tinted lightning bolt while making a flock of flying birds hard to distinguish from the constant lightning bolts, where it was impossible to capture or kill one or a flock of birds. Mother Nature enjoyed teasing each native of the Sand. A sea hawk killed and ate all the roaming sand mice keeping the population in check while constantly dining on all the other washed up and beached sea aquatic dead carcasses. A nest of each sea hawk was curved out and embedded into the side of the blue tinted iron ore mountain, where no single foolish native would venture without a quick and quiet electrocution of death coming from a single lightning bolt.

A tall palm tree was composed of tall and thin tan tinted bark that reached high into the blue skyline which stopped and sprayed out with a head of numerous pale green tinted oversized palm tree leaves. The spray of the palm tree leaves was thin and barely shaded any of the heated sands for a single native. But, the tall bark housed all the sand beetles with love.

A sand beetle was a rounded object in the color of tan hue that matched the sands with a set of red slanted eyeballs and a pink tinted horizontal mouth with a set of sharp tiny teeth on one end that latched on and consumed the dead body of any animal. The beetle would crawl off the tree bark when it was hungry and moved ahead until it found a dead animal, traveling up over the flesh, attaching to the exterior skin or tissue or blood for nourishment. It would feed until full and then detach traveling back home to the same palm tree, clinging to the trunk bark and slumbered after the food meal.

The natural enemy of the sand beetle was another sand beetle. When the hungry sand beetle could not find a dead carcass to fed, it continued to crawl over each sand grain and then starved to death, dying over the rough sand grains to become a new dead food item for another sand beetle. This was the way Mother Nature worked.

The first row of lost fathers halted over the soft sands and slowly dropped down onto both kneecaps with a sound of soft sobs and a face of tears, staring over the sands. The super tall and super muscular male halted in the same line without dropping down into the sands.

Inside the second row of lost fathers, one of the younger fathers gasped at the landscape without tumbling down on both kneecaps in the soft with a confused brow at the beautiful scene. “What is this place? What am I looking at? I see miles of tan colored sands. I see the waves of deep blue ocean waters at the end of the shoreline. I see scattered tiny forest of tall trees and short scrubs. What am I missing here?”

One of the older fathers moved ahead and stood next to the younger father, leaning over with a worried brow, pointing at one of the numerous of sandy lumps on top of the soil. “Focus your eyeballs at the first sandy lump that protrudes up from the soil! That is not natural. There are numerous sandy lumps of odd shapes and lengths. The lump is covered in a set of wiggling tan colored sand beetles that only consume on a dead body. That is natural. Or the lump is being picked on by a flock of sea hawks that also consumed a dead body, which is native instinct too. A sandy lump of sand beetles usually eats the carcass of a dead fish or the dead sea animal. However, all these sandy lump bumps are too, too far away from the shoreline, where a dead sea animal would wash upon the beach and then die. And all these sandy lump bumps are too, too close to the backyard of the sand castles, where a set of royal live and thrive.”

The younger father studied each sandy lump bump with a confused brow. “What would one or all of each lump of sand that is covered in sand beetles which is being for food be?”

He exhaled with a sigh of sadness. “The sandy lump is too rounded which looks like a severed skull to me.”

The younger father gasped in alarm. “Are you saying that each sandy lump is not a dead sea animal but a severed skull from a native?”

The short younger male dashed ahead with a gasp and stopped, squatting down over the closet sandy lumpy object, reaching down, and pulled out a blade into the air. He reached down and plucked off a piece of wrinkled skin with the knife tip coming from a severed leg tha was chapped and dried out by the bright sunlight and ocean salt. He placed the skin tissue sample on top of the arm patch. The arm patch quickly revealed the name of the person. He shouted aloud with shock. “This is a female. Her name is recorded and shown on my arm patch as Chimie…”

“No!” The father of Chimie dashed ahead with a worried brow and slid down into the back spine of the younger male, squatting down in front of the severed leg with a face of running hot wet tears. “No! No! It can’t be. Please don’t let it be! That’s the name of my little girl, who is my precious fourteen-year-old daughter, who was taken away from me in the Freelands by all the nasty administrators. She was taken to the Confederation at the age of thirteen years old to become a slave girl for the royal family. Each administrator told me over and over, again, that my little girl Chimie was safe and alive,” he leaned over and reached out, tenderly touching the wrinkled leg of his dead daughter with a set of loud wails and more tears of sorrow and sadness.

The younger and shorter male leaned over with a sad face with a whisper into the cheekbone of the father of dead Chimie. “I am so sorry, sir. I will continue to find and collect the rest of her body parts for a proper Freelands burial, sir. I promise that I will not leave without her body parts.”

The father of Chimie sobbed with tears and a whisper. “Thank you.”

The younger and shorter male sat back on the kneecaps and then slowly stood upright, back stepping from the severed leg and the grieving father with a worried brow, stopping and stood next to the nose profile of the super tall and super muscular male with a sigh. “I believe this is a graveyard of numerous body parts. The landscape of tall palm trees and short scrub bushes is the natural section of the landscape. However, I see numerous and numerous odd pieces of weird geometric symbols which is covered in tan colored sand beetles or squawking flock of sea hawks which could only be another severed body part, such like, a skull, an arm, a hand, a foot, a torso, a leg, or another body part. I believe this is a pretty but creepy graveyard that holds some of our lost daughters. I feared this scene. I never did believe the row of fat and greedy administrators. I am glad that they are all dead.”

The super tall and super muscular male shook the curls and moved ahead in the bright sunshine, stopping in front of another lump, squatting down and reached out to hold a hand over the lump bump of sand beetles. He reached down and wiped the beetles from the object, revealing a severed hand with a set of delicate fingernails that belonged to a young female. “What must we do here?”

The short younger male moved ahead with a stern face and stopped, squatting down over the object, reaching out, and plucked off a piece of skin with the knife coming from a severed hand that was chapped and dried by the bright sunlight and ocean salt. He placed the skin tissue sample on top of the arm patch and shouted aloud for all eardrums. The arm patch quickly revealed the name of the person. “This is a female. Her name is Dacapol.”

The deep voiced wailed in sorrow and as the father of Dacapol dashed ahead and stopped, slowly squatting down in front of the severed arm with a face of sobs and tears. “I waited so long. I hoped so long. This is my little girl Dacapol. She loved to play the piano. She had a nice set of long and slender fingers,” he leaned down and covered a face with more hot wet tears.

The short younger male leaned over with a sad face and a whisper. “I will find the rest of your daughters, so she can accompany you back to the Freelands.

The father of Dacapol growled with more tears of angry and unhappiness. “I will not leave here until I find my daughter.”

“I understand, sir,” the short younger male stood upright from the sands with a deep sign and slowly back pedaled away from the grieving father and the severed hand of his dead daughter, moving backwards towards the leader.

Some of the other lost fathers, who had stolen an arm patch moved ahead and stopped, squatting down in front of a beetle-covered lump of sand, wiping off the beetles and plucked off a piece of skin or a dried blood or a wrinkled gray tissue to identify the human. Then, the lost father would shout out loud the name of the female. Then, the father of the discovered dead daughter would dash ahead and wail loudly in sorrow, sliding down in front of the piece of severed body part.

The super tall and super muscular male sneered in angry. “This is all the doing of the Confederation royals. Each royal is responsible for this. Each royal will die by my hand very soon. We will continue our search of each royal building and find the remaining daughters. I have high hope.”

The short and younger male exhaled with a huff of angry and sorrow. “I have high hope, too. We should continue our journey and search each kingdom, finding the other Freelands daughters. I believe a set of lost fathers should stay behind here and finish recording each piece of beetle-covered lump of sand and identify the lost daughter. Since the Freelands is under a new ruler, we need to identify each missing daughter and carry back all the severed body parts for a proper…”

“Emlizbell! This severed head belongs to Emlizbell. Who is the lost father right here near my boot toe?” One of the lost fathers stood upright from the sands and pointed down with a shout out at the body part.”

The short and younger male gasped in horror and ran ahead, sliding down into the sands with a face of tears, leaning down into the parted chapped lips of the severed head. The head was colored in a tone of dark tinted skin with a set of open white tinted eyeballs that did not swirl in death. He whispered in tears and sobs of sadness. “My daughter, this is my little girl.”

The super tall and super muscular male continued to stand and gasped in horror, dashing ahead, stopping behind the younger male. He slowly dropped down in the sand and reached out, patting a hand the collar bone in silence with a sad face.

The younger male stared down at the head of his dead daughter who was thirteen years old with a whisper and a sad face. “I am in pain.”

“I am in pain, too.”

The short younger male continued to stare down with a face of tears at the severed head of his dead daughter with a sad face. “Sir, you go on ahead without me. I want to stay here and record all the tissue samples that I found from each human body part.”

“I should stay also.”

The short younger male continued to stare down with tears and a whisper of a broken spirit, mind, and heart. “No sir! You have a lost daughter to find. I have found my daughter. I feel both sad and relieved. I know where she is. I know what to do next,” he looked up with a pair of blurry eyeballs but his good vision could see more severed body parts as each body part was covered with thousands of tiny white crabs or yellow beetles, the natural predator of the sands. “A pair of eyes can see for three miles. My eyes can see to the moving ocean waves. And there are three flat miles of tan colored sands. I would say that there are three miles of numerous individual body parts that belong to some of the other Freelands daughters.”

He turned and frowned at the ocean waves. “This duty will take hours, days, and months.”

The younger and shorter male scanned the landscape with a stern face. “No! The procedure will go very quickly and quietly. I am finding many dead daughters here. The fathers of the recently found dead daughters want to stay with me and assist with the collection all the body samples of their child also. And they have offered to assist with the heavy workload. I must stay, sir. I must continue to record all the skin and blood samples of each lost daughter for a father that was too sick or too ill to go with us. Each lost father must know where is daughter is or is not.”

He exhaled with a nod. “I admire your courage, young one.”

“It is an honor to do this for each lost father. Please continue onward with your personal journey, sir! Please find your daughter, sir! I want to see you happy for once in your life.”

He slightly smiled down at the silver tinted hair roots of the younger male while thinking of his own lost daughter. “Thank you, young one! If I find my lost daughter, I promise that I will be the happiness man on the planet.”

The short younger male stood upright with a deep sigh and stared at the numerous of beetle-covered lumps of sand. “Go, sir! Good luck to you and your daughter!” He moved ahead with the final thought of knowing that his daughter was resting in a nice place now and stopped, squatting down in front of the severed foot with a stern face and reached down, collecting a small sample of the dried skin with the tip of the blade, placing the skin on top of the arm patch for identifying the name of the dead daughter. “This female is named…”

The super tall and super muscular male stood upright with a sad brow in silence and spun around with a stern face, lifting an arm to signal the rest of the lost fathers that wanted to travel with him, turning to face the line of tall palm trees and short scrub bushes, moving ahead towards each tall buildings within the Kingdom of the Sand. He was determined to investigate each building and find his own lost daughter first before killing each native with the cold revenge of a bloody honor for each loss soul of a Freelands daughter.

Several rows of lost fathers who had not found a lost daughter turned to face the leader and the line of trees, following behind the back spine of the leader. The army of lost fathers did not cheer or sing marching forward in silence.

 

 

Social Tower location

Underground dungeon setting

Prison cell of absent Orkey and sad Modoc

 

 

Modoc stood upright with a sigh and wiped off the last tear of sadness. The pile of dirty and smelly blankets dropped down and landed on top of the dirty and cold hard surface. He leaned down and grabbed, picking up Vantrey, tossing his friend over a collar bone with a loud grunt. “You are here. You are home, my friend. We will take the final steps together, Vantrey.” He moved ahead and dropped down on both kneecaps slowly crawling through the half-way open doorway, exiting out of the prison cell. He stood upright with a loud grunt and slowly moved down the ramp towards the lower level of the hidden room underneath the staircase. He had learned about the hidden dungeon from Kung during a tour of the Social Tower after dinner one night, since the prince of the Kingdom of the Land always married the royal of the Kingdom of the Sand for centuries. His royal life will continue as the new imperator of the confederation and with the marriage to Pelf, except for spending time with his childhood friend Vantrey.

He moved down the ramp and dropped down on the kneecaps again with a loud grunt, slowly crawling through the open half-door, exiting into the dirty but empty hallway. He slowly stood upright with a loud grunt and moved ahead down the hallway. All the other natives occupied the upper floors inside the Social Tower during the fun day off work which was rare for a native of the Confederation. He cold heard the loud cheers and louder music as each native enjoy the fun and the happiness. Modoc didn’t feel happiness. He felt sadness for what had happened.

He exited the hallway and turned to face the side of the building, slowly strolling over the sands that displayed rows of rusty and parked airships. He had seen the rows and rows airships in shock after realizing that the rest of world of the Confederation was here for the fun party, except for the same band of fighting warriors that continued to hunt and kill the rest of the Pamburg princes.

However, Modoc had learned of a new secret from the oracle again. There was a live princess and two princes from the Pamburg Kingdom, which made the royal war and the capture of the kingly throne void. He wondered how the other royals would react to that terrible news as he decided to tattle that information into the eardrum of Kung personally, after all the royals had come back to the Social Tower. Modoc didn’t care to rule the Pamburg Kingdom now and hoped to strike up a happy alliance with the upcoming newly crowned queen and king of Pamburg, after all the innocent murders of their young princes.

He turned the building corner and slowly climbed up the tall staircase with Vantrey over the collar bone while trailing a puddle of individual red tinted blood proteins on top of the dirty steps. He moved ahead and elbowed a foot path through the crowed staircase.

One of the observant native screamed out loud in terror and pointed down directly at the line of blood splatters that appeared on each smooth step and then jabbed a finger at the dead person on the back spine of Prince Modoc. She spun around and raced down the staircase still screaming in tears of fears. More of the observant natives noticed the dead body and blood trail on top of the staircase and their personal body parts while turning to run away from the dead with a set of screams also.

As Modoc slowly moved up the staircase, the alert natives shoved the drunken natives down the steps while running away from the dead body.

 

 

Social Tower setting

Outdoor tan hue sands and blue waters setting

Hot sizzling temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

Each fleeing native screamed out loud rushing down the tall staircase, moving away from Modoc and the dead person. Some of the fleeing natives dashed ahead and entered their personal airship that was parked on top of the sand, igniting the engine to power. The airship slowly lifted into the air and off the soil of the sands and then stalled without power, crash-landing back down inside over the sands or on top of an upright body or in the air burst into a plume of colored red, blue, and yellow flames of fire while killing the pilot and all the passengers.

Some of the natives dashed around the lifting or grounded or crashed-landed airships with a voice of screams, running towards the Kingdom of the Land for safety. Some of the natives turned and ran into the line of tall palm trees and short scrub bushes with a loud scream of fear.

Between the line of tall palm trees and the short scrub bushes, the super tall and super muscular male held up an arm and stopped while listening to a set of loud screams and faint voices. He exhaled in shock and then shouted out loud with a sneer. “The natives are partying right here on top of the sands in front of us. Follow me! Attack and kill all of the natives of the Sand now!” He raced ahead and scooted around the grove of palm trees, locating a row of Confederation natives, lifting the shaft into the air and then dropped it down with a sneer, killing the first native female with a yell. He dashed ahead with a sneer and sliced down each native of the Confederation dead without mercy. Some of the natives stopped with a sneer and reached down, whipping out a shaft, fighting with the row of males, who possessed a head of silver tinted hair, a tone of dark tinted skin, and a pair of blue eyeballs.

 

 

 

Pamburg Kingdom

Home of dead King Conic and his wife dead Queen Shemerry

and thirteen dead princesses

and single live and breathing Princess Teath

 

Mountain castle location

Lake setting

Warm temperatures with dull sunshine

 

 

Each Confederation husband-king continued to sit and masturbate an elongated penis inside a lounge chair overlooking the placid lake waters and the row of finger fucking wife-queens with a set of loud grunts and a permanent goofy grin.

Inside the lounge chair, naked wife-queen Torgeezus sat on the edge of the lounge seat with a pair of bent kneecaps on top of the flat surface lifting upward the butthole and both hip bones in the air from the smooth rock, wiggling a body side to side with a set of deep moans of lusty pleasure coming from nice tongue licking and hand massage of the two other wife-queens.

Naked wife-queen Glay leaned down and touched both of her warm hands onto each naked breast of Torgeezus and then slowly massaged each breast, leaning downward and placed her open mouth over the parted lips of Torgeezus wildly kissing and then biting both the soft tongue and each lip of Torgeezus. Then, the two women roughly kissed with a series of soft groans and moans.

Naked Torgeezus wiggled side to side with a giggle of enjoyment. Her juices were boiling. Her vagina was expanding to open wider. Her breasts were tickling. Her legs were quivering. Her body was shaking coming from the slow moving tongue fucking motions of sexy and naked Glay.

Naked wife-queen Zorachina shoved her two fingers down into the pussy of the naked wife-queen Torgeezus with a laugh of pleasure. She jerked out both of her fingers from the wet vagina of Torgeezus with a laugh slowly massaging the outer lips of the vagina on Torgeezus as Zorachina felt the wetness of the other wife-queen. Naked Torgeezus softly moaned in her mind thoughts and her body spasms of lusty pleasure. Zorachina pulled out her two fingers and slapped the flat belly of Torgeezus for fun with a laugh. “Torgeezus, flip your naked ass over for some more wickedly, queenly lesbian fun inside your pussy, honey!” Glay sat back from the naked body of Torgeezus with a smile. Torgeezus flipped over with a grin and landed down onto her naked stomach with a giggle. Two pair of warm hands and twenty soft finger pads reached down and started the body massage at each end of the body of Torgeezus. One wife-queen touched the neck muscles with firmness shuffling downwards toward the back spine. The other wife-queen pressed down onto each foot sole with a set of strong fingers moving upwards toward the middle of the back spine. All the soft finger pads felt good while relaxing naked Torgeezus and as she smiled with the gently touch, closing the eyelashes to the nice massage. Each wife-queen used the ten sharp fingernails to tingle, tinkle, and taunt the nakedness of Torgeezus with more pleasure.

On the opposite side of the lake bed the semi-naked Pamburg squire stood next to the long tray of food and continued to massage his elongated dick while watching six females fuck each other, wearing a permanent goofy smile.

In the first chair, first husband-king from the Kingdom of the Land, Duke Allakon was the husband to Duchess Torgeezus and was slumped down into the lounge chair gently massaging the penis with a smile. He only wore a purple tinted earring face patch and a pair of red tinted devil horns on the forehead but displayed a tall and muscular naked body frame with a head of neatly cropped light brown hair with a set of bangs over both eyebrows. His face was unshaven with a light dusting of light brown hairs around the jaw line, the lips, and both nose holes that greatly annoyed his wife Duchess Torgeezus. His eyeballs were colored in hazel with tiny specks of gold that flared with delight while watching and pointed at the four fucking queens, rubbing the cleft chin with a grunt of lust.

The second husband-king from the Kingdom of the Sun, Princelet Zitgestum was a head taller than the other royal males with a set of board shoulders and a pair of blue eyes and leaned into the lounge chair with a hand on top of an elongated dick while smiling at each naked queen.

The third and widowed husband-king from the Kingdom of the Fire, Baron Vetepurr was the owner of all the underground pits as an adult royal and stood a little taller than his daughter with a tone of glowing white tinted skin that was marred with numerous tiny colorful scars from pink into red to black to purple coming from living years underneath the metal pits as a working metalist also. Sunlight never penetrated down into the pits. He didn’t bother to rub the penis. It was growing while watching the row of lesbians to perform a finger fuck and tongue lick on numerous body parts on the two naked wife-queens.

The fourth husband-king from the Kingdom of the Land, Marquise Fallacious was a poet of love poems who enjoyed freedom as a royal and his wife as a royal ruler of the Wind, wearing a tall and obese layer of fat around the entire body from the throat down to the ten fat toes, but he didn’t mind. He enjoyed the warm sun, the cool breeze, and the row of naked queens and continued to rapidly rub the penis into elongation.

The fifth husband-king from the Kingdom of the Lakes, Count Quinastine wore a purple tinted earring wiggled side to side below the earlobe. His hair strands contained a tiny lock of hair of solid white tint which was located at the hairline on an oval face. He leaned back into the lounge chair with a set of closed eyelid and continued to rub the penis with a set of soft moans.

The sixth husband-king from the Kingdom of the Snow, King Amoywane wore a head of blonde shoulder length hair, a pair of blue eyeballs, and a tone of peachy pale tinted skin, pumping an elongated penis with a set of soft groans. He was overweight and tall living within the cold region of the Confederation, where food was more comfort than a fat royal wife. His mind ticked with the numerous possibilities of a new ruler within the Pamburg Kingdom. He desired the wild and untouched lands of the Pamburg Kingdom. After all, his kingdom kissed the tall mountains of the Pamburg Kingdom. It would be most logic for the new emperor to rule both high mountains and the low valleys of a similar kingdom. Yes, Amoywane would rule by both defeat and deception which was required, after informing his wife Ylangling that she will be the new empress of Pamburg Kingdom.

The seventh husband-king continued to sit inside the throne chair inside the king dome. From the Kingdom of the Sand, Imperator Kung with a head of cropped silver hair, a pair of violet eyeballs, and a tone of yellow tinted skin continued to masturbate with a smile and a set of closed eyelids without seeing each naked wife-queen, since he only liked to view a naked male.

Around the lake bed inside the warm sun, Haildrameme stood upright from the skull of Jennessee with a smile and a clap while staring at the row of naked husband-kings with a giggle, “All right! The grand lesbian exhibition of the wife-queens has finished. Now, it is time for each husband-king to perform their sexy act for each one of us. I want each one of you to shoot and spray your sperm stream into the air. The one who raises the highest will get a blow job from me.”

“I am the second prize for the lucky husband-king.” Glay stood upright from the vagina of Haildrameme and lounge chair wiggling her tall and athletic nakedness side to side with a smile over the flat surface around the lake waters.

Princelet Zitgestum frowned at his wife with fighting fury, “Hey, now, queen! You’re my wife, Glay.”

Glay wiggled side to side and jiggled a pair of small breasts with a smile next to the lounge chair with Haildrameme. “I’m not your wife-queen today. I’m a queen-whore today. So, I am the second prize for the lucky second place husband-king.”

“I wanna fuck Glay, too.” Amoywane opened the eyeballs and pointed with a smile at Glay.

Naked Haildrameme continued to stand and smile at each husband-king. “It does not matter which wife-queen fucks husband-king. Go and get started right now, husband-king! One of you kings start and shoot out a sperm stream into the air at me.” Each husband-king leaned back into the lounge chair and rapidly rubbed the penis with a set of loud grunts.

A few seconds later, the deep voice of Quinastine grunted out loud and then sprayed a stream of white colored sperm into the air. Haildrameme continued to stand in place and clapped with a smile at the sight. Duchess Torgeezus of the Kingdom of the Land slid off the lounge chair and dashed ahead, stopping in the sperm spray. Each sperm hit her naked body as she slowly twirled around in her nakedness getting wet in a giggle. “I’m getting a sperm bath.”

The other husband-kings continued to pump a penis with a set of loud grunts as each wife-queen moved around and sat down inside a lounge chair with a silly grin and a giggle.

 

 

 

Kingdom of the Sand

Home of Imperator Kung, his wife Imperatoress Haildrameme

first royal Princess Pelf and second royal Princess Nixie

 

8th floor level

Assembly Hall location

Interior room setting of Modoc and his dead friend Vantrey

 

 

Modoc continued in a steady pace up towards the tall staircase with dead Vantrey over a collar bone and stepped onto the top step with a deep sigh. He was healthy and fit but felt sad and depressed with the death of his best friend. He slowly moved ahead and bumped into each nervous and worried Confederation native that viewed the dead body and a long trail of dripping red tinted blood droplets coming from the dead body of Vantrey. Then the native ran back down the staircase in haunted screams of horror. Modoc continued to move down the long hallway towards the middle archway with a sad face, entering through the doorway, moving ahead in a steady pace with Vantrey over a collar bone.

The interior of the Assembly Hall had been dramatically altered from the usual teen royal academic sessions or a royal meeting from this morning. The usual set of royal throne chairs that held a royal teen or a royal family had been chopped down and replaced with a set of long bleachers, where a set of natives had stood in cheers of fun.

Third-fourths in the room, there was a row of four vertical poles which were made from one of the royal throne chairs. Each pole contained a dead body without a skull, where a pair of wrist bones was tied behind the back spine of the headless body and the pair of ankle bones was tied against the bottom of the pole. Each body leaned forward from the taunt ropes around the chest and spilled tons of dripping blood over the body, the pole, and the floor.

Modoc saw the new configuration of the furniture, without a vocal comment. His mind was too stunned and his heart was sad to care about the re-decoration of the Assembly Hall.

Pio continued to dance around the row of upright poles and tossed her shaft into each dead body with accuracy with a giggle and a grin while practicing the shaft skills. She ignored Modoc coming into the room.

Modoc moved down the side of the wall that housed a row of life-sized granite statues and veered towards the new set of tall sitting bleachers that once held a set of cheering and happy natives. He stopped in the middle of the dirty floor and squatted down, gently lowering Vantrey over the bloody floor with a deep sigh of sorrow. One of his royal friends Ovilla was missing and away from the messy room. And his royal girl Pelf was missing also and away from the bloody room for some reason. Modoc was glad that Pelf had left the vicious entertainment event. It was obvious to Modoc. Vile and vicious princess Pio of the Kingdom of the Fire had decided to publicly show off her set of deathly shaft skills in front of the eyeballs and the eardrums of each Confederation native for the first time. He always mentally thought that Pio was a very good metalist with a vicious personality, where Vantrey had tamed her high spirit with his love. However, Pio would become very sad and very mad that her boyfriend royal was dead. So, Modoc had to been on alert guard, if Pio decided to use her sizzling and bloody shaft on his skull bone instead

Nixie danced on the outskirts around the row of poles avoiding all the bloody puddles on the shoes and the edge of her long dress, skipping around the edge of the row with a smile, seeing Modoc. She danced ahead with a smile and stopped with a giggle, standing over the body of Vantrey. “What’s wrong with Vantrey? He looks really sick.”

Modoc stared with a stern face down at the body of Vantrey. “He’s dead.”

She gasped in alarm and spun around with a smile, waving both hands at Pio with a giggle, “Pio! Come over here now! Vantrey is dead. Come and look at his dead body. He is all blue tinted, instead of dark tinted. He looks kinda cute in blue skin. Come and see your dead royal guy, Pio!” She spun around and squatted down both kneecaps with a smile, staring at the blue body of Vantrey with a giggle.

Modoc looked up with a sneer at her white haired hair roots. “You are so insensitive, Nixie!”

She looked up with a wink and a grin, “I am not dead. I am alive. How many princes did you kill during the war, Modoc? Is the war over with? When is our royal parents coming back home? Will we all eat dinner together? When are we getting married? We can do it, tonight, Modoc.”

Pio spun around with a smile and dashed over the floor with the tails of the cape flying into the air, bending at the fit waistline, sliding on the kneecaps over the floor with a giggle and stopped in front of the blue tinted chest of Vantrey. She leaned over and slapped both hands into the chest with a grin. “Vantrey, get your ass up! Look at my handy work! I have been busy too with my own little war here at the Confederation. Of course, it wasn’t a Pamburg prince, but it was a criminal. Get up and come and look at my victory pole,” she reached over and slapped the chest again with a puzzled brow. “Wake up, Vantrey! This joke is not funny. Did you kill lots of arrogant princes? How many arrogant princes did you kill with your shaft? I wanna here each story in gory and bloody detail over and over, again, tonight. There are royal classes today. So, we can talk all night long,” she leaned down with a giggle into his blue tinted cheekbone.

Modoc stared down with a deep sigh at the face of Vantrey. “This is not a funny joke. He is dead, Pio.”

She leaned over and touched the blue naked chest with a gasp of alarm, sitting back on the kneecaps with a stern face. “No, it is a funny joke. You and Modoc are always having too much fun while scaring my neurons. Rise from the floor and walk to me, Vantrey! I command it as your girlfriend. Come over here and look at my personal battle exhibition! I had fun too. I didn’t get to go to war like you, but I did battle with a set of criminals that existed here in the Confederation. Well, all the bad criminals are gone now,” giggling.

Modoc continued to stare down with a sad face at Vantrey. “Pio, he was murdered by one of the Pamburg princes. We were inside the Prince House fighting. We were all attacked by rows of princes and squires. One big prince lifted in the air and then struck down his shaft into the naked chest of Vantrey, hitting the pumping heart. Vantrey didn’t felt anything or suffer in death.”

Pio leaned down with a puzzled brow and twisted a skull, feeling his heart. The heart was not pumping. She sat back with a confused brow and leaned down again over the skull, twisting a chin while hearing his mouth. The breath was not warm. Then, she burst into tears with a sad face and looked up to see the black hair roots of Modoc. “Did you honor Vantrey and kill that vicious prince, Modoc?”

Modoc gasped in alarm. “I…”

Pio wiped the tears and leaned over the dead body of Vantrey. “Thank you! Vantrey is revenged. I am revenged. I love you, Vantrey. I’m so sorry that you’re killed. I’m so sorry.”

Nixie smiled down at the dead body. “What do we do now?”

Pio stood upright from the floor and wiped the tears from a sad face. “We hold a Confederation funeral for a dead royal.”

Nixie stood upright from the floor with a sour frown, “Right now! Right here! Can’t we wait until our parents come back from the war? Then, they can do it later tonight. I think a night funeral will be really cool underneath the bright moonlight and the bright shiny stars. We can hold a bright yellow, red, and pink bonfire with a great big fire that will light up the night sky too. Does the Kingdom of the Sun burn a dead body?”

Pio sneered down at her dead boyfriend while feeling sad, hate, sorrow, depressed, and revenge. “Shut the fuck up, Nixie! Before, I burn your body alive with my shaft and without mercy.”

Nixie crossed the arms with a pout at the nose profile of Pio. “You’re a mean bitch, Pio. I’m trying to help, since I’m upset too.”

“Really! Nixie is upset about something other than not getting sex.” Modoc laughed down at the dead body of Vantrey.

Pio exhaled with a sad face. “No! We perform a funeral ritual for a royal, right now and right here.”

Nixie uncrossed the arms with a growl. “And how do we do that?”

Modoc stood upright from the floor with a nod and a stern face to Pio. “We call all the Sand servants. They do this all the time. They know how to prepare a dead body for a royal funeral. Nixie, you are the princess of the Sand. Call all the Sand servants up here and into the Assembly hall and then order them to prepare and perform a royal funeral for her dead royal boyfriend and my dead royal friend right now.”

Nixie reached up and slapped the lavender tinted tiara with a smile. “I will do this only my royal boyfriend Modoc.”

 

 

 

7th hour (early even)

 

 

Pamburg Kingdom

Home of dead King Conic and his wife dead Queen Shemerry

and thirteen dead princesses

and single live and breathing Princess Teath

 

Airship trip of Strawn and Cumberrun

Warm temperatures with dull sunshine

with ten miles per hour winds

 

 

Within the fading pale blue skyline, the airship flight of Strawn and Cumberrun sailed closer to the Farm Village location jerking side to side among an array of descending colorful f-bomb streaks, where the damaged Pamburg airship had come from one of the isolated yellow tinted plots of sand within the swamp streams and then swiftly descended through the air waves toward a flat plot of grassy land underneath the rotating hands of Cumberrun. Strawn reached down and held onto the edges of the co-pilot seat with a worried brow and a sissy whine. “Lift it up into the air!”

Cumberrun rotated the hands over the broken glass of the console with a sneer. “This one is damaged, also, Strawnella.”

He exhaled with worry. “How far can the airship go without a crash-landing and killing us dead?”

Cumberrun continued to rotate the hands over the console with a sneer, “I don’t think not to, too far.”

On the ground, a pair of horses slowly walked over the flat green tinted grass. Third royal from the Kingdom of the Lakes Prince Lorchess stopped tossing the severed head back and forth into each open palm and looked up with a worried brow to see the flying airship. “Who is that?”

His brother second royal Prince Datto rode the horse and stared at the purple mountain with a smile. “Don’t matter!”

He looked toward the purple mountain with a worried brow. “What does it not matter to me or to you?”

Datto continued to ride on the horse and stared at the mountain castle with a smile. “It is one of many damaged airships coming from the Prince House. I suspect there were more airships on the upper levels. Now, each squire has been beaten and bloody by one of the remaining Confederation warriors and is escaping with their shitty life from the Prince House. But our talented army of young warriors will pursue and chase and then kill them dead.”

He smiled. “O. That makes perfect sense to me. Where is Modoc? I didn’t see the first royal prince get aboard an airship. Where are all of the other royals located at around here?”

Datto frowned. “We flew pretty far away from the Prince House in that damaged airship, when that red colored f-bomb scorched the side metal. I plan to find and kill all the River Rats bastards, after getting some great slumber and plates of good eats. I bet each Confederation male teen royal is up there on top of that purple tinted mountain sunbathing in a naked body in the hot sun and eating a plate of hot food in the warm breeze. Each pair of royal parents went back home to the Confederation, running their kingdom like before. And Modoc and his sissy ass are missing as usual along with his sissy friend Vantrey. I can’t believe that Modoc is going to be selected as the new imperator of Confederation.”

Lorchess laughed. “I will allow Prince Modoc to have and hold that useless and sissy title within the kingdoms of the Confederation. Modoc will never hold any real power with the other new teen royals, like me or you. I wanna be the great king of the Pamburg kingdom, today or tomorrow. That’s a greater honor and a better royal title.”

“And I can be the prince of the Pamburg Kingdom. Yeah! I like it here. I wanna invade and conquer all the villages and find the prettiest girl and then marry her, creating our own royal kingdom.”

“Me, too! I like the way you drool, brother!” Datto continued to walk the horse towards the mountain castle with a laugh.

Within the blue sky that was painted in rainbow of colored f-bombs, inside the damaged airship, Strawn continued to hold onto the edge of the co-pilot seat and gasped with alarm looking out the forward wind shield. “Drop down and land! Land the ship right now!”

Cumberrun exhaled with frustration, “Yeah! The ship is obeying your verbal orders. So, why didn’t you shut your parting lips?” The air jolted sideways within the air waves and coughed out a tail of black smoke, coming from the damage engine. Cumberrun continued to pilot the ship with a growl of worry.

He gasped with alarm for a second time looking out the forward windshield, “Land here, right here! Don’t fly any further ahead.”

Cumberrun lifted the hands into the air with a sour frown as the airship slowly descended down in the air towards the flat green tinted grassy landscape, “Yeah! The ship and Strawn wins the flight or the fight or the fuck it all.” The airship hit the flat meadow of green grass and then bounced one time into the air as the princes yelled out loud in terror. Then the ship landed back onto the grass, sliding side to side over the flat ground and then halted with a sigh of metal pain, trailing a plume of black smoke from the engine. Strawn continued to sit inside the co-pilot chair with both hands on the edge of the chair and stared out the windshield in silence. Cumberrun slid off the pilot chair and stood upright with a smile, wiping off the pair of sweaty hands into the battle vest with a stern face. “I saw a pair of walking, not running horses. Do you see the pair of walking, not running horses too?”

He stared with a gasp through the windshield at the objects down on the flat meadow, “Yeah!”

Cumberrun didn’t bother to press the button for the hatchway, since the hatchway door was both stuck and broken in place. He spun around with a stern face and slowly strolled ahead towards the half-way door with a sneer of angry. “I saw a pair of riders that don’t wear a head of amber colored hair roots too. I saw a pair of Confederation trash, who’s stealing two of our horses. Too bad! I couldn’t have landed the damaged airship downward on top of the non-matching amber hair roots, unlike mine and yours. One chance was gone. Now, we head out and sneak up their asses and then kill them dead.”

“Yeah!” Strawn slid off the co-pilot chair and spun around, dashing ahead before Cumberrun, sliding down on a back spine, slipping through the half-way door with a stern face. He landed on the kneecaps on top of the smooth green grass, where some of the grass was burnt into the black tinted coming from a row of fiery sparks of the overheated engine. He stood upright with a growl and spun around, dashing around the side of the ground airship in the opposite direction of the walking horses and the two Confederation riders.

Cumberrun stood in place with a smile at the slick move of Strawn, running ahead, sliding down on a back spine, slipping through the half-way opening with a cheer of fun. He landed on the kneecaps with a sissy whine. “Strawn, I did it too. It was fun,” he slowly stood upright with a grin and turned to scan the landscape. “Strawn, it is really pretty and pleasant here. This is all pasture land which is called the Farm Village. This is where all the raw meat comes here that is cooked by the squire and then eaten by me and Tantum. That bastard Tantum couldn’t get a full stomach from eating a dead dinosaur. Strawn, where in the hell are you located? We need to leave and kill the rest of those Confederation bastards that have invaded our homelands.” He slowly spun around with a growl and moved around the side of the airship with a stern face. “Where are you located, Strawn? Don’t leave this spot without me! I gotta protect your ass, since I’m the greatest shaft twirler in the universe,” laughing.

Several feet ahead of the grounded airship, Strawn couldn’t hear or see Cumberrun, continuing to race ahead with a worried brow and stopped, standing in front of a ripped off bloody torso that was decorated in a black tinted battle vest with a deep sigh of sadness. He slowly moved ahead and continued to stare down at the bloody grass and each ripped apart body part with a sad face.

Cumberrun scooted around the airship and stood in front of the windshield with a gasp, seeing the back spine of Strawn with a shallow whisper for his eardrums only. “What have you found, bro?” He raced ahead with a worried brow. “This is not good. This is not good. This is so bad,” he stopped with a gasp and stood in front of the first ripped off bloody torso that was decorated in a black tinted battle vest with a growl.

Strawn spun around with a sad face and dashed around each body part, stopping, and stood on the other side of the ripped off bloody torso. “There are two more princely brothers dead and gone from here. I can’t tell which ones exactly. But I can tell this to your eardrums and your neurons. Each whole princely body was wrapped with an individual set of ropes around the throat muscles which was above the skull and the pair of ankle bones which was below the pair of legs. Then, the rope was pulled taunt probably by a powerful horse that moved in the opposite direction which ripped off the skull completely off the torso. The feet are still bound around the pair of ankle bones. The rope is still around the pair of ankle bones which is still attached to the set of legs. It was the waistline that ripped apart during the jerking procedure, not the pair of ankle bones. Each torso is missing a skull with a set of bloody ropes on the ground.”

“Damn!” He reached up and touched the naked throat with a gag of horror. “I bet that the ripping procedure of the skull coming off the throat and the torso from the two legs must’ve hurt like shit.”

Strawn exhaled with a huff of angry and looked up, turning to face the Delta water with a sneer. “Yeah! Now, we go and find them and then hurt them like shit, too.”

He reached out and slapped the bicep of Strawn with a nod and a stern face. “We first need to bury our two princely brothers.”

Strawn continued to stare and sneer in the direction of the Delta waters. “No! We’ll have plenty of time to do that final brotherly honor-thing, after we get and kill the two invaders from the Confederation. They are riding away from us and towards the Delta water on a pair of horses. We need another fast transport to catch up and then kill them. We need to rush back, and get the ship airborne, again,” he scooted around the ripped bloody torso and raced ahead with a growl towards the ground airship.

“Wait!” Cumberrun reached down and grabbed up the bloody rope from the grass, spinning around with an angry face and pulled up beside Strawn, reaching out and grabbed the arm of his friend, halting them both on top of the grass with a stern face. “The airship is too damaged. It won’t fly much further.”

Strawn stood in place and stared with a growl towards the Delta waters. “How are we going to get and then kill those two males from the Confederation? How far did we land away from them?”

He turned to face the open flat ground and ran ahead with a smile, reaching out near the tree, grabbing two small objects and continued to race over the meadow towards a corral of horses, where the two Confederation royals had stolen the horses also with a laugh.

Strawn turned to face the back spine and dashed behind Cumberrun over the green meadow with a laugh. Cumberrun dashed ahead towards an enclosed corral of horses and stopped, leaping over the low hanging wooden fence post, and then landed down on both kneecaps with a grunt. “Wait here! I need two of the horses from the enclosed horsey corral. We will use a pair of fast horses to chase down the pair of Confederation trash that also ride on top of a pair of horses,” he slowly strolled ahead towards the herd of grazing horses, extending an empty palm. One of the horses was used to a human giving out a delicious food treat and looked up, slowly moved towards Cumberrun. Cumberrun stopped in place with a smile and slid an apple into the open palm from the apple tree. The horse stopped and stood in front of the hand of Cumberrun, reaching out and snatched the apple, chewing it with a mouth of drool. Cumberrun reached up and grabbed the mane on the horse, moving backwards, leading the mammal towards the side of wooden railing and near the closed gate.

Strawn raced ahead and stopped, standing in front of the gate, lifting upward that latch and opened the door. Cumberrun and the horse moved outside the corral and stopped, standing on top of the grass in front of Strawn. Strawn reached up and gently patted the forehead of the stationary steed with a smile. Cumberrun reached down and grabbed the shaft, pressing the button. The bigger tip extended a long sharp blade. He used the tip to cut the long piece of bloody rope in half. He handed the half to Strawn and then leaned over, wrapping the rope around the neck and the barrel of the horse, tossing both arms into the air with a laugh. He spun around and reentered back into the corral and captured a second horse with the same method.

Both the horses stood in place with a set of bloody rope wrapped around the neck and the barrel of the belly. Cumberrun pointed down to the rope with a smile. “Now, we hold onto the mane with both hands and curl a body and then lean into the side of the horse and hide away from the eyeballs of each Confederation royals. We lead each horse towards the walking pair of horses. Horses are very social and like each other. And I selected a fast moving stallion which is a boy horse. The royals are riding a mare, a girl horse. So, the boy horse will want to run and fuck his girl horse for fun. Once you are mounted on the side of the horse and out of the eyeballs of the royals, hold your shaft on the exposed side of the belt to access. I am going to toss my shaft into the face of the royal as I ride pass. Then, he will die or we will fight until his death,” laughing. “Climb onto the horse! We ride and then kill the two invaders into the Pamburg Kingdom.” He reached over and mounted the shaft on the exposed leg into the wind for accessing the weapon, reaching up and twisted a hand into the mane of the white horse, lifting a body off the grass, curling into a tight ball on the side of the horse with a loud grunt. The other hand reached over and held onto the wrapped rope over the back spine. “I am ready and in place. Are you ready, bro?”

“Yeah!” Strawn copied each body move of Cumberrun with a loud grunt, leaning a curled body into the side of the other smelly white horse.

Cumberrun kicked a boot heel into the slender belly of the horse with a yell. “Yaw! Yaw! Go! Ride fast, steed!” The horse leaned back on pair of rear hoofs for a split second and then raced ahead as Cumberrun slid back and forth with a laugh of fun.

The other horse followed behind the tail of his corral buddy without hesitation. Strawn sounded with a series of loud grunts in pain and suffering from the rough ride over the smooth grass.

The two horses galloped over the flat ground and raced ahead towards the pair of walking horses that slowly moved towards in the direction of the pale blue Delta waters. Cumberrun and Strawn, each hand was wrapped around the bloody rope on the neck of the horse and as each body was mounted in a wiggling curled up pose on the opposite side of the horse belly, hiding a body from the eyeballs of Confederation rider.

Cumberrun leaned over the back spine of the horse and guided the mammal towards rider the first Confederation prince Lorchess. When the horse was even with the upright torso of Lorchess, Cumberrun leaned over the back spine and reached up, tossing his shaft with a rod of exposed tiny blades on the metal, targeting the naked arm of Lorchess. The flying shaft sailed end over end in the air and then slapped, sticking into the tender naked bicep of Lorchess, who stopped the horse and dropped the severed head of the Pamburg prince onto the grass with a gasp of shock. Lorchess reached over and jerked the shaft out from the bloody arm, turning with a sneer to see the back spine of his brother Datto. “Why did you bleed my arm with your stupid shaft, Datto?”

Datto continued to walk the horse away from his brother Lorchess with a smile and lifted up his personal shaft over the hair roots with a chuckle, “I still possess my shaft. You should learn to twirl the shaft with both hands, not one, royal idiot.”

Cumberrun slid off the back spine of the horse and landed down on both kneecaps over the grass, swiftly standing upright and raced ahead with a sneer and leaped from the grass and into the air with a soft growl, slapping into the sitting body at the nose profile of Lorchess.

Lorchess and Cumberrun slid off the back spine of the other horse. The horse ran away and turned to face the corral, galloping back to its home. The horse of Cumberrun spun around and galloped with the mare towards its home also. Cumberrun and Lorchess both rolled over the ground and continued to swing a punch into each body part, leading a trail of red tinted blood proteins coming from each folded fist and a loud grunt of pain.

The horse with Strawn raced ahead on the opposite of Datto as Strawn reached out and tossed the arm, releasing the shaft. The shaft twirled in the air and whirled end over end, slapping the sharp tiny blades into the arched neck of the walking horse by mistake. The horse reared up from the grass with a loud neigh of pain. Datto slid off to the side with a gasp, dropping the severed head, landing on the naked chest with a loud moan. Strawn slid off the running horse and landed down on the ground on both kneecaps with a sneer, swiftly standing upright, dashing towards the royal with a growl.

Datto flipped over and landed on a back spine with a growl, kicking a booted foot into the air at the face of Strawn. Strawn back stepped from the kick with a snarl and reached out, grabbing the extended leg with a sneer, twisting the ankle bone to the wrong side and swiftly ran around in a completed circle with the twisted leg of Datto. Datto screamed in pain and as the leg twisted in the wrong direction. Strawn released the twisted and broken leg of Datto and then dashed ahead with a sneer towards his shaft to finish off the Confederation royal.

The stallion horse halted in the grass and spun around, recognizing one of the mares with a loud neigh. He slowly strolled ahead with a worried mind. The mare stood in place with a series of tiny droplets of red blood that trailed down the white neck. He stopped with a soft neigh and leaned a neck over the back spine of the injury mare with a huff of worry, keeping her company. The wound wasn’t dangerous, only painful while watching the silly human males fight.

Cumberrun reared back and slapped a fist into the chest of Lorchess with a loud grunt. The royal teen tumbled down and then sat backwards on the kneecaps with a set of shallow huffs of breaths. Cumberrun stood upright from the grass and wiped off the blood from the face, racing towards his shaft. Lorchess gasped in alarm and swiftly stood upright, dashing ahead toward the grounded shaft as well. Cumberrun slid over the grass and reached out, snatching the shaft first, spinning around on both kneecaps and slowly stood upright from the grass with a sneer at Lorchess.

Lorchess ran ahead and leaned down, snatching up the shaft and the severed head with a smile, twirling around with laugh to see Cumberrun, dancing side to side with both objects near a silly grin. “I enjoyed killing your brother. Come and meet my deadly shaft! It wants to sever your head, too, teen prince!” He continued to wiggle a body and the severed head.

Cumberrun stood in place with a gasp in alarm, looking beyond Lorchess at the action of the horses.

The stallion horse sniffed the familiar odor and slowly scooted a skull down over the back spine and stopped in front of the rump of the mare with a soft neigh, sliding a nose into the butthole of the mare. The mare tossed up and then lifted a long black horse tail to the side of the rump into the air. The butthole was dripping with a set of tiny droplet of red tinted blood. The stallion horse softly neighed. The mare was in heat for the first fucking of the bright sunny day. Thus, the male and the female horse could produce a new fetus of a tiny foal.

The stallion horse rammed a soft muzzle into the butthole and sniffed the fresh blood, jerking back the skull, rearing upright on the pair of hind legs, and hopped forward and then rammed an underbelly into the rump of the mare. The pair of front legs gently dropped down and hugged the rump of the mare. Then a big twenty inches of length and two inches in diameter of an erected horse penis emerged and jammed into the vagina of the willing mare. The mare loudly neighed. The stallion huffed with a neigh and then a grunt of horse lust.

A human male possesses a six-inch erected penis. A rat animal shows off a fifth of an inch erected penis. A gorilla mammal possesses two inches long erected penis. A pig animal displays a foot and a half long erected penis which is relative to the size of the pig. A rhinoceros uses a two-foot-long erected penis to fuck his mate. A bull displays a two and a half foot long erected penis when fucking his female cow. A giraffe penis is four feet long when it is erected into the air. An elephant possesses a six and a half foot long fully erected penis. A duck fowl displays an eight-inch-long erected penis. And finally, the penis of whale mammal is measured at ten feet long, when it is fully erected within the ocean water.

The eardrums of Cumberrun continued to hear the verbal taunts of Lorchess as and his hand twirled the shaft over and up a rotating limb. He back stepped and whirled the shaft around a body into a completed circle, stopping in front of the distorted face of Lorchess again, releasing the shaft. The shaft sailed through the air in a low trajectory towards the smooth grass. Lorchess continued to dance side to side and wiggled the severed head in the air with a loud laugh. The shaft collided into the thigh meat of Lorchess.

Lorchess stopped with a yell of pain and looked down at the shaft into the meat of the thigh with a loud curse, tearing through the trousers fabric.

Cumberrun ran ahead with a soft sneer and reached out, snatching up the stationary shaft of the royal teen, lifting it above the hair roots of Cumberrun and smashed the rod on top of the hair roots of Lorchess. Then, Lorchess descended and landed on both kneecaps with a grunt. Cumberrun lifted the shaft and continued to beat the skull of the royal to death. The bloody face and the naked torso of the royal dropped down, slapping down on top of the smooth and soft grass with the last breath of life. Lorchess was dead. Cumberrun dropped down onto the grass with the shaft and a soft growl.

Strawn ran ahead and leaned down, snatching up his personal shaft from the ground, spinning around with a sneer to face the Confederation royal. Datto slowly stood upright from the grass and continued to stare at the horses, pointing with a laugh. “They look funny.”

The shaft of Strawn soared through the air waves and slapped, sticking into the naked chest of the royal. Datto tumbled backwards with a gasp of shock. Strawn stood in place with a growl after pitching the shaft into Datto and ran ahead towards the royal teen, leaning down, snatching up the personal shaft of Datto with a snarl. Strawn continued to dash ahead and stopped, standing in front of upright and injured Datto. The naked chest was bleeding.

Strawn reached out and jerked his shaft out from the bloody chest of the royal. Datto grunted in pain and looked up with a snarl to see the Pamburg prince. Strawn lifted both shafts above the amber colored hair roots and smashed, beating down onto top of the skull and the sneering face of the royal. Then, Datto dropped down at the booted feet of Strawn in death. Strawn mouth spat down onto the dead body of the teen royal with a sneer, “Yeah! You look funny, too, asshole!” Strawn back stepped and spun around, moving ahead towards the severed head, squatting down with a worried brow and a deep sigh, without touching the prince skull. He wiped off the blood from the face and stared down at the severed head with a smile. “Hello, my dead princely brother Neave!”

Cumberrun dashed ahead towards the back spine of Strawn and moved beside the dead body of Datto with a sneer, mouth spitting down on top of the dead body also, stopping and stood over the amber colored hair roots of Strawn with a sneer. “The severed skull of dead princely brother Zibo is back there with the other dead Confederation royal teen. So, this severed skull is princely brother Neave.”

Strawn exhaled down at the severed skull with worry. “Each Confederation royal is fighting and winning and then collecting a severed skull of each defeated Pamburg prince.”

He looked down at the severed skull with a sneer. “Neave exhibited a pair of long lean legs and a set of long fingers on a tall and slender body. Tall and slender Zibo held the same body frame. Our two dead princes didn’t have chance against those two hunkie dog thugs from the Confederation.”

Strawn exhaled. “Your theory is wrong.”

“What theory?”

“The missing skull of the other dead brother on top of the gator nest was severed by a different Confederation dog.”

“Which one?”

Strawn sneered down at the severed head. “I don’t know either, but we’ll find these Confederation dogs. We’re lucky to survive this thing.”

Cumberrun smiled down at the severed head of Neave. “The element of surprise is a wonderful friend. And we are the ‘bestest’ pair of swirling shaft twirlers among the gang of young princes,” he spun around and stopped, raising the shaft into the air with a sneer while eyeing the dead body of Datto. “So, we will do the same thing to their dead Confederation body.”

Strawn stood upright from the grass with a gasp and spun around, dashing ahead, and stopped, reaching out, touching the upright bicep muscle of Cumberrun with a growl. “No! We will not.”

Cumberrun held the shaft above the hair roots with a snarl, “Yeah! We should so. We should provide the same compliment from another royal, which is me, Prince Cumberrun.”

He dropped down both arms with a sigh of angry. “No! Let the maggots, the birds, and the snakes slowly eat off the two dead bodies of the Confederation dogs! Then, one or more of the villagers will come along and bury it or burn it or do something with it. The villagers don’t want the two dead things on top of the smooth grass meadows. We should bury the head of Zibo and Neave.”

Cumberrun sneered. “Not now! We’ll come back and do that honor later. We need to swiftly move on ahead. Each one of our princely brothers is being chased by a pair of Confederation royals. We don’t know who is alive and who is dead. We need to leave and move over the rough landscape to help another brother, before it is too late,” he spun around with a stern face and raced towards the two horses. The two horses had finished fucking with pleasure and rested a skull over each other’s neck in peace.

“Right! We should do that.” Strawn spun around with a worried brow in the far distance without seeing the ground and damaged airship near the corral of horses. “We need an airship.”

He stopped beside the stallion and reached out, patting the neck of the horse. The stallion lifted a skull and separated from the mare, turning to stare at Cumberrun. He reached out and touched the rope that was tied around the neck, pulling the stallion away from the mare, mounting the back spine of the stallion with a smile at the back spine of his princely brother. “We use the pair of horses. The stallion has finished his fun fucking adventure. He’s happy and hype for a new adventure.”

Strawn swung around with a worried brow and raced towards the two horses also. “What about the mare?”

He stopped and mounted the stallion wiggling side to side on top of the back spine of the stallion and reached down, patting the arched neck of the horse with a grin. “And he feels good too. Let’s ride! There is a bonfire in the far distance which will be faster for the horses. I’m afraid to see what that fireball reveals.”

“Me, too!” Strawn stopped and mounted the mare with a worried brow, wiggling side to side over the hard back spine, seeing the big fireball within the pale blue skyline. Then, each prince kicked the belly of a horse and galloped towards the fire in the far distance with worry of their princely brothers.

 

 

On top of the squat Pamburg mountain castle location around the lake setting within the warm sunshine, each Confederation husband-king hit an orgasm inside the sitting lounge chair while spreading the spraying the stream of sperm into the air as each wife-queen swiftly stood upright from a lounge chair and dashed ahead into one of the numerous sprays of sperm, getting doused with white heated sperm coming from a different king, who was not their wedded husband. Each wife-queen slowly whirled around with a giggle and a grin and as a naked body was covered in white heated splatters of sperm. Each husband-king continued to sit with a loud set of grunts and rubbed on a slowly crinkling penis, shoving all the tiny sperm molecules into the air while each wife-queen danced side to side while purposefully colliding into the low level stream of sperm with a giggle.

“I’m out. I’m done. I’m finished. I’m tired. I wanna go to sleep.” Overweight and fat Fallacious slumped down into the lounge chair with pants of heavy breathes and a goofy grin, closing the eyelids to sleep.

“Hey!” Ylangling stopped the twirl with a sour frown to see Fallacious. “Where’s the rest of it?”

“That is it! And I should know,” the wife of Fallacious, Jennessee continued to swirl around with a giggle inside stream of the low level heated sperm spray coming from Zitgestum.

Haildrameme continued to twirl around as a low stream of sperm hit her tall body coming from Baron Vetepurr. “When the last husband-king has finished the sperm stream, we will commerce with the next exhibition.” The stream stopped as Vetepurr moaned in pleasure and slumped down into the lounge chair. She stopped and stared at him with a giggle, reaching down, touching the sperm over the body with a smile.

Imperatoress of the Sands, Kung appeared and stood in naked royalty at the edge of dome floor with a laugh, wiggling a crinkled penis. “Now, let the gay competition begin. Each husband-king must suck on a crinkled penis of another husband-king. There are seven husband-kings, so two lucky husband-kings will suck on me, since I am the ruler of the world.”

Naked Amoywane leaned over into the nose profile of his friend Quinastine. “Kung is the true ruler of the young innocent males,” laughing.

Naked Quinastine swiftly stood upright from the lounge chair with a chuckle and nodded towards an empty lounge chair. Kung moved ahead with a smile and sat down inside the cold spot with a grin. Quinastine knelt on both kneecaps in front of the crinkled penis with a smile. “I’ll suck on your dick, Kung! I always wondered what a fool tasted like,” he leaned down and wrapped both lips around the tip of the penis of Kung with a set of loud moans.

In the first lounge chair, first husband-king of the Land, Duke Allakon, the husband to Duchess Torgeezus slumped down into the seat with a pair of closed eyelids gently massaging the penis with a smile. He wore a purple tinted earring face patch and a pair of red tinted devil horns on the forehead with a pair of dirty. He displayed a tall and muscular body frame with a head of neatly cropped light brown hair with a set of bangs over both eyebrows. His face was unshaven with a light dusting of light brown hairs around the jaw line, the lips, and both nose holes that greatly annoyed his wife Duchess Torgeezus. His eyeballs were colored in hazel with tiny specks of gold that flared with delight while watching and pointed at the four fucking queens, rubbing the cleft chin with a grunt of lust.

In the second lounge chair, husband-king of the Sun, Princelet Zitgestum was a head taller than the other royal males with a set of board shoulders and a pair of blue eyes and wore a long ponytail behind the nape of his neck in the color of rich black. His face was clean shaven with a set of loop earrings, dangling from inside both earlobes. And a single looped ring hung down between the nose holes, creating great pain, when he smiled. Thus, Zitgestum did not smile. His body frame possessed a tone of light brown skin. The left side of his chest cavity going down to the sixth rib within the rib cage held an array of colorful tattoos, marking him the highest rank of prince within the Kingdom of the Sun. He slowly stood upright with a grin and stretched out the cramps within all limbs, turning with a wink to see Allakon. “I’ll suck your dick, Duke. I always wanted to taste true vitamin-C in liquid form,” he side stepped and spun around, kneeling with a chuckle in front of the kneecaps of Allakon, reaching down and touched the crinkled penis of Allakon with a warm hand.

Allakon continued to sit in the lounge chair with a deep smiling sigh. “Ah! You possess a warm hand. What a welcoming joy! Don’t tap my tender dick with that nose ring either.”

He laughed. “I won’t. Enjoy the blow job! Then you return me the favor.”

“I will,” Allakon leaned back into the seat and closed both eyelids, tilting a face towards the dull sunshine with a grin. Zitgestum released the penis of Allakon and scooted over the hand, rubbing one of the two hairy balls on Allakon, leaning down and placed a pair of lips over the penis of Allakon with a set of soft moans, sucking on the tender organ.

Inside the fourth lounge chair, husband-king of the Fire, Vetepurr smiled at the row of naked wife-queens while his penis started to grow and stretch into another orgasm with delight. Inside the fifth lounge chair, husband-king of the Wind, Fallacious was a tall and obese man enjoying the warm sun, the cool breeze, and the row of naked queens and continued to rapidly rub the penis into elongation. Vetepurr leaned over and slapped the fat arm of Fallacious with a chuckle. “Come and do me, first, Fallacious! I wanna taste a fat dick, before I die.”

Fallacious slowly stood upright from the chair with a laugh and a smile, side stepping and stopped, spinning around with a wink to Vetepurr. “I’ll suck your penis drier than the winter wind!” He knelt on both kneecaps and then slowly leaned down towards the expanding penis on Vetepurr. “Look at that! Your penis is bigger than the oldest Wind tree.”

He laughed. “And I become bigger, once you start sucking on my dick with your flapping lips. Get started and go slowly! I wanna enjoy the sun, the scene, and the sex,” he leaned back and crossed both palms behind a skull, closing the eyelids into the dull sunlight. Fallacious leaned down and planted a pair of lips over the tip of the penis on Vetepurr making a set of slurping sounds.

Inside the sixth lounge chair, husband-king from the Kingdom of the Lakes, Count Quinastine ripped off the purple tinted earring from the earlobe and stood upright from the chair, moving ahead, and stopped, standing behind the lounge chair of Kung. He reached down and kissed the pouted lips of Kung with a set of groans of amusement. Kung moaned with delight. Amoywane continued to suck on the crinkled penis on Kung while making a set of slurping noises with the lips.

Each wife-queen moved around the food tray or sat down while eating the food for energy, watching the sucking action of each husband-king with a smile.

 

 

 

Kingdom of the Sand

Home of Imperator Kung, his wife Imperatoress Haildrameme

and first royal Princess Pelf and second royal Princess Nixie

 

8th floor level

Assembly Hall location

Interior room setting of Modoc and his dead friend Vantrey

 

 

The royal funeral of Vantrey had completed.

Nixie stood beside the upright body of Modoc and hugged him with a smile, looking down at the dead body of Vantrey, slowly spinning away to face the entrance door and moved away from the funeral ritual of first royal prince Vantrey from the Kingdom of the Sun and slowly strolled over together the dirty floor.

Pio continued to stare at the dead Vantrey with a sad face and then slowly swung around to face the entrance door, wiping off the hot tears on a red-colored face, slowly moving behind the back spine of Nixie and Modoc. She did not know the statue of the other Confederation males that were continuing the battle fight with the rest of each Pamburg prince, but she felt that they were fine and killing each Pamburg prince. She did wonder about the guts of Modoc, but he had brought the dead body of Vantrey back to the Confederation instead of leaving it behind inside the Prince House.

A Confederation royal was not left behind regardless of the terrible circumstances.

Nixie and Modoc turned to face the tall staircase and slowly climbed down each step in silence.

Pio turned to face the staircase and moved down behind Nixie and Modoc in silence. One of the metalists dashed up the steps and scooted around Nixie and Modoc, stopping, and stood on a couple of lower steps with a worried brow. Pio continued down each step with a sad face. “Gather up all the dead body parts inside the Assembly Hall! Then, go and dump all the body parts behind this building and inside the scrub forest like always…”

The metalist gasped in alarm. “Pio, I came up here to tell you right now this moment. There is a battle. There is a war outside this building.”

Pio stopped and stared in the face of the metals. “What? Why is there a war is inside the Pamburg kingdom?”

“A set of Pamburg natives have invaded our lands. There is a set of dark skinned males, who are attacking each parked airship. Each airship is lifting off the sands and exploding into a fireball into the air, killing the family of natives. And each dark skinned male possesses a shaft and is fighting with a set of awesome shaft skill, kissing each native. The other natives are running away with their life.”

Pio exhaled. “Chicken shit natives, we will find and deal with them later,” she flipped up a hand. “Go! Go! Show me the war with the Pamburg natives!” The metalist spun around and dashed down the steps moving towards the opening of the Social Tower.

Pio dashed down the steps and slapped the bicep of Modoc with a smile. “We are in luck, Modoc. The Pamburg princes are invading here within the Kingdom of Sand. We gotta go and finish the war for the honor of Vantrey and our royal parents. Come on, Modoc! Hurry up, Nixie!” She raced down the staircase after the back spine of the metalist.

Modoc gasped in shock. “That is wrong. That is weird. The Pamburg princes all lived at the Gate House. That doesn’t make any sense.”

Nixie hugged into the rib cage of Modoc with a smile. “Who cares? We are the only couple important right here and right now. Let’s go back up into the Assembly Hall! One of the Sand servants can marry us right now. Then, we will be married as the new imperatoress and imperator, leading the Confederation into war and then we will rule the Confederation. My father will be so pleased and proud.”

Modoc shook Nixie with force from his arm with force and dashed ahead, moving away from Nixie with a puzzled brow. “We need to see and access the war situation, Nixie,” he dashed down the staircase.

Nixie continued to stand on the staircase with a whisper and a sour frown. “No, Modoc! We need to marry, right now,” she reached up and tapped one of face patch purple tinted earrings, whispering with a sour frown, “Mother! Mother, can you hear me? Mother, I know that you are enjoying your fun time on top of the purple mountain of the Pamburg Kingdom with the rest of the royal adults while missing all the fun here within the Kingdom of the Sand, but I need your advice. Please call me as soon as possible! I love you, mother!”

 

 

Social Tower outdoor location

Tan colored sands and blue colored water

Hot sizzling temperatures with dull sunshine

 

 

Pio dashed down the last step and stopped with a gasp, standing on top of the tan colored sand grains with an open mouth, surveying the landscape with a worried brow. The rows of parked airships were crooked and burnt inside numerous rows of roaring flame of fire which contained the family and the friends of each native home. Several parked airships continued to slowly lift upward from the sand grains, hovered up in the air waves, and then exploded into a large heated and prettily colored fireball of red, blue, and green flames while killing all the natives inside. Pio was confused about each exploding fireball. Each airship of the Confederation was rusty and ugly but functioned with high performance and proficiency, as long as, Prince Modoc was not the pilot of the airship.

Behind the crooked rows of burning airships, several crooked lines of chicken shit natives were running away from the balls of fire, the ground scene of fighting warriors, and the Social Tower, disappearing into the rows of field crops that led into the Kingdom of the Land. The Delta waters appeared as a set of blue tinted calm placid waves as usually without a single River Rat speed boat in sight.

In front of the straight line of a natural scrub and sandy forest with the grove of tall palm trees and rows of short scrub bushes, several broken lines and scattered huddles contained a set of dark skinned males, who wore a white tunic, a set of bicep muscular, and a pair of matching trousers, except for a super tall and super muscular male, who was dressed in the color of baby blue tint instead. Each dark skin male was quickly chopping up and down a bloody Confederation native with a talented shaft.

Pio reached over and pulled off the shaft with a sneer at the group of dark skin males. “I don’t know who you are, but I’m going to kill all of you. Then, none of you will exist inside my kingdom,” she dashed ahead with a sneer and stopped, lifting up a shaft, smashing the skull of the nearest dark skin male with a growl, slowly working a foot path towards the leader of the dark skin males. Each metalist was fighting with a dark skinned male, sometimes dying, sometimes winning. However, each native was definitely dying of wounds and blood spills.

 

The door slowly slid to the side and then halted in place. It stuck in a half-way pose from the hidden slot. The Educator stood inside the corridor of the shared sand castle, where he lived with eleven other males on three floors inside a shared room on the middle floor.

He started out an infant life without a mother but living inside one of the female shared sand castle until six years old. Then, the Educator was moved to a shared youth sand castle with eleven other young male children until a teenager. The teenage males didn’t fight or bitch or talk to each other. A Sand servant life was hard work, long hours, and shorter hours of sleep.

The shared sand castle with the Educator needed numerous repairs like the entrance door. However, Kung didn’t want to hear any type of complains or the need of a Sand servant, only a pair of rough and naked hands or a pair of naked tired and feet to perform all the work for each lazy ass royal.

The Educator continued to stand in place while hearing a set of loud noises outside on the sands and inside the bright sunlight of an ending day coming through the parted opening of a lazy day. The adult royals had left the kingdom of the Sands on top of a row of river barges to battle the Pamburg princes. Kung had personally informed the Educator that information via the beige colored nose patch, in case, Kung didn’t come back from the battle. Then, the Educator would protect and install Pelf as the new imperatoress of the Confederation.

On top of the sands, there were mysterious sounds of loud shouts, screams, and yells coming from a voice of an individual which suggested some type of pain and suffering. He scooted sideways through the half-way open door entranceway and stood in place on top of the sand with a gasp. There was a battle of shafts and bodies on top of the sands. The Educator found it intriguing and bizarre. He slowly ventured over the sand grains watching the action near one of the tall palm trees. The palm tree was tall with a skinny tan colored tree trunk that would not protect his physical body. But the Educator wanted to see the live action event, before leaving the Kingdom of the Sand to see the face and the body of Imperator Kung. Kung had relayed a vocal order through the shared beige colored nose face patch to the Educator: Come to the mountain castle for the royal duty.

The battle was intriguing. There was a set of dark skinned males, who whipped a talented shaft in the air and then descended onto the skull of each Confederation native with an easy kill.

The Educator leaned a back spine with a set of crossed arms into the smooth bark of the tall tree with a smile, watching each death kill of each Confederation native while scanning for any of the arrogant teen royals, who might be fighting for a life as well. However, the Educator was not going to help.

 

In front of the straight line of tall palm trees, a row of three males stood in place and watched the bloody fight with the Confederation natives. Each lost father who had found a chopped up lost precious daughter was performing with a set of excellent shaft skills while killing numerous men, women, teenagers, and children of the Confederation.

Each male wore a set of individual face patches of various colored hues, consisting of all the different metal shapes. The numerous face patches included every color of the tiara forehead, the pair of curvy horns, and the pair of straight horns. Numerous set of eyebrows patches was displayed over each eye socket and down toward the cheekbone. A set of nose patches covered the entire nose bridge. A set of several cheekbone patches over the sides of the face. Several type of mustache patches underneath both nose holes, running down over the top of the lips. Numerous sets of chin patches were displayed around the mouth and over the necklace. Several sets of jaw line patches were displayed around the jaw line. There were one set of green colored snot nose face patches. Several types of drooling mouth spit face patches. And finally, there were an assortment of colored dots between all the patches. Each person was clean shaven without facial and bone skull hair with a set of closed eyelids. The various colored and types of face patches surrounded the entire naked and shaven bone skull for better communication.

One of the decorated faces of the lost fathers gasped in alarm, after hearing the new information on one of the face patches, dashing ahead, tossing an arm into the air for attention and shouted aloud. He stopped and stood behind the board shoulders of the leader with a smile, “Sir! Sir! I have important news for you.”

The super tall and super muscular middle aged male wore a head of shoulder length silver hair with a pair of gray colored eyeballs, a tone of black tinted skin. He wore a pale blue sleeveless tunic and the matching trousers and a pair of matching knee boots that matched the eye color of his precious daughter and wiped off the blood from the cheekbone coming from the severed arm of the dead Confederation native while hearing the loud singular voice. He spun around with a gasp and dashed away from the fighting into the line of trees for safety. “What is it? What have you heard?”

The leader male moved backwards and stopped in front of the leader with a smile. “Sir, the royal adults are not located here within the Kingdom of the Sands. I have heard new information through one of the face patches. Each royal adult is located there at the mountain castle within the Pamburg Kingdom, since the Confederation has declared war against the Pamburg Kingdom. We can go there and kill them, finally.”

He nodded with a growl. “Yes, that is an excellent idea. We will leave from here the Kingdom of the Sand immediately.”

“Sir, what about the current battle here in the sands with Confederation natives?”

He nodded with a smile. “Some of the luckier lost fathers have been joyful reunited with a lost daughter and is back at home within the Freelands. Some of the unlucky lost fathers have found devastation within a heart and a soul. They can stay here within the Kingdom of the Sand and continue to fight and kill the rest of the Confederation natives,” he narrowed the eyelids and stared into the scrub forest. “I can see with my old eyeballs that your charge is finding more body parts of lost and dead daughters from the Freelands. We will move back into the scrub forest with the searching fathers and find out which lost fathers would like to accompany us into the Pamburg Kingdom. Have you heard any more information data bits about any of our lost daughters?”

“No sir! But the other half of the Confederation is located across the Delta waters, where a group of lost daughters might be found.”

He frowned. “I agree.”

The leader of the lost fathers said. “How will we cross the vast Delta waters? I have observed that each airship is damaged and then launching up into the air and exploding into a colorful fireball. Each Confederation native is a stupid idiot. I would not recommend stealing an airship here.”

He laughed. “I agree.”

“I would recommend hiking back through the Kingdom of the Land and steal a couple of airships. Then, we can fly over the Delta waters while killing some of the annoying River Rat speed boaters, landing on top of the squat mountain castle, where all the Confederation royal adults are located. Then, we can torture and then eliminate them forever.”

He smiled. “I agree with your bold and bloody plan. Let’s leave from the Kingdom of the Sand and gather up a set of second troops!” The leader led through the line of palm trees towards the younger short male with a stern face. The shorter and younger male had discovered that his precious lost daughter had been severed into individual body parts and dumped into the barren scrub and sand forest without mercy of a funeral ritual. The super tall and super muscular did not know the faith of his precious lost daughter, who had been taken from his person three long years ago. She would be sixteen years old now, if he could find her. He wiped off the blood from the shaft with a worried brow and strolled ahead towards the young charge without hope and promise of a success.

 

The metal door on the sand castle of Princess Pelf slid open as she gasped in horror. The dropping shaft shifted down towards her distorted face. The metal door slid shut. The flying shaft hit the metal door and bounced back, hitting it over and over, again, with a set of loud booms. She back stepped from the entrance door without worry. The metal only opened by her personal sweat from a hand or another wet body part.

She swiftly spun around and climbed back up the staircase with a confused brow, entering her private bedroom, dashing towards the bed frame. She climbed up on top of the mattress and jumped up and down, trying to see the action outside the upper window without success. She stopped the jump and climbed back down the bed mattress, spinning around, dashing ahead towards the tall stool chair in front of the tall table.

She stopped and lifted the chair into the air with a loud grunt, spinning around with a set of panic, dropping it over the bed mattress. She scooted around the chair and climbed onto the bed, dragging the chair towards the solid wall, posing the chair against the wall. She climbed up into the flat seat of the stool chair and lifted a face up by the upright tippy toes to see out the upper window without success again. She climbed back down out of the chair and bounced on top of the bed mattress with a giggle, landing on the butthole with a laugh. She stood upright and dashed out the room, down into the second floor, grabbing a foot stool with a puzzled brow.

Pelf dashed back up the stairs with the foot stool, into her room, and climbed the bed mattress, bouncing side to side over the bed towards the posed tall stool chair, sitting the foot stool inside the flat seat. She slowly climbed up over the chair and onto the foot stool, hanging onto the wall sitting upright inside the flat surface on top of the foot stool and looked out the upper window with a gasp. “There was a bloody battle between all the natives of the Confederation and a gang of dark skinned males. The Pamburg princes are here right now. They’re losing the battle too. Why is the battle here within the Kingdom of the Sand? I don’t understand. And I can’t contact my parents, since I have tried. They are not answering the face patch,” she gasped.

“Now, the set of dark skinned males are leaving the sands. Why are they leaving the battle? Where are they going? The Pamburg princes are going back to their kingdom. I know now,” she continued to wobble side to side on top of the foot stool with a smile. “I will get the entire members of the society of Tetrogogs to help fight all the princes of the Pamburg Kingdom here within the Kingdom of the Sand. The princes did not look hurt and will come back with more troops to fight the rest of the natives. Yes, they will. Yes, the Tetrogogs will help and win with the natives of the Confederation. Then, my father must free them and release them out from underneath the kitchen dungeon. Yeah, I’ve solved the matter,” she continued to watch the battle on top of the sands.

 

Inside the opening of the Social Tower, Modoc slowly exited down the staircase and stood on top of the sand grains in front of the archway, swiftly ducking down onto the ground coming from the colorful explosion of a flying airship within the air waves with a gasp and a whisper. “What happened?” He stood upright from the sand and slowly moved ahead, squatting down, reaching out and touched the dead body of a Confederation native with a puzzled brow, “Rest in peace, native! What is going on out here? This is not the gang of wild and young Pamburg princes. Who are these dark skinned people?” He stood upright and surveyed the landscape with a worried brow. A set of dark skin males, each one wanded a shaft with accuracy, killing each Confederation native. However, each metalist was whipping around a talented shaft back at an individual dark skin male with a separate killing shot too. Modoc frowned without joining the fight. “This is crazy. Who are the dark skin males? Why can’t a Confederation native fight with a shaft? How come each Kingdom of the Fire metalist is so talented with a shaft? This is all Pio’s doings. I know it so.”

 

The crooked line of lost fathers continued to advance coming from the scrub forest and the swiftly split apart into a crooked row of individual warriors running between the short sand castles, whipping a shaft up and down throughout the air wave at each Confederation native. The lost father raced ahead and held the handle of the shaft with a pair of cupped hands, sliding over the sands, stopping in front of the Educator.

The Educator scooted around the tree for protection with a sissy whine and lifted both palms in the air with a worried brow. “Don’t kill me! I’m but a lower servant of the Sand. I work here, not live here.”

The lost father growled. “You don’t look like a lowly man-servant of the Sand.”

He jabbed a finger at some of the fighting natives with a smile. “Chill out, man! Look around the fighting warriors with your pair of baby blue eyeballs, sir! Do you see another native with my same hair and skin coloring fighting against you or one of your soldiers?”

The lost father continued to hold the shaft above the hair roots and turned with a sneer to quickly survey some of the fighting natives, swiftly returning back to see the male. “No!”

“Alas! You will not, since I am a unique creature here, a lower servant to a royal.” He presented out both hands with a nod and a stern face. “Look with your eyeballs at red calluses inside the palms of my hands! I obey and fetch for each Confederation royal.”

The lost father looked down at the rough hands and dropped down the shaft with a nod. “I see your pair of rough hands. You are a lower servant. I am a lower slave within the Freelands.”

The Educator smiled. “Ah! You appear very unique within my eyeballs. It is nice to meet you, sir.”

The lost father sneered. “I am not here for a social tea. I come here to find my lost daughter.”

“I do not believe that your daughter is lost here within the Kingdom of the Sand.”

The lost father growled. “All the lost daughters are here within the greedy hands of the royals from the Confederation. Each lost daughter had been traded for a wagon of metal components.

The Educator gasped. “You are a father to one of the many slave girls here within the Kingdom of the Sand.”

“Yes, they are called that name, a slave girl. Yes, I was. Yes, I have found my daughter,” he turned and stared into the scrub and sand forest.

The Educator turned and exhaled at the scrub and sand forest, where each slave girl had been severed into body parts by a metalist for fun, when a slave girl had been defiant with attitude or lazy with work. He back to see the sad face of the Lost Father. “I am so sorry, sir. I do not have a child. I cannot produce a child and I cannot feel your loss, but I will do something to help you. What can I do?”

He returned with a nod to the see the Educator. “Tell me! Where are the rest of the lost daughters?”

The Educator thumbed back over a collar bone to the tan colored building, nodding with a worried brow. “There are a few lost daughters here inside the Social Tower. They live inside one of the shorter sand castles. I don’t know which one. I am not allowed to visit a female for any reason.”

He nodded with a stern face. “Thank you! I will find that and the other sand castles after winning my part of the battle.”

“The rest of your lost daughters are spread throughout the Confederation kingdoms. Some are located within the Kingdom of the Land…”

“We have invaded and captured the Kingdom of the Wind and the Land. We have found some Lost Daughters. We will find the rest of the Lost Daughters here also. But now, please excuse me! I am going to kill as many natives of the Confederation as possible before the fall of the sun and the rise of the moon.”

The Educator nodded with a smile and reached down, pulling out his personal shaft up near a smile. “I can assist you there.”

The Lost Father gasped. “You…you would dare to attack and kill your own kin.”

The Educator frowned. “These people are not kin, my blood. They would kill me within an eye blink for no reason. I will assist you with your noble honor and then I will assist to find the rest of the lost daughters here within the Kingdom of the Sand.” The lost father back stepped with a nod and turned to face a huddle of natives, charging ahead with a yell, lifting up the shaft and killed each native. The Educator slowly moved ahead with a smile and whipped the shaft side to side, pressing the button. A set of tiny blades protruded from the smooth rod. The rod of blades slapped into the face of a native as the native screamed in pain. The Educator continued to dash through the crowd and watched. The gang of dark skin males did a good job in killing each native. There was a set of Sand servants also, who fought against a native also. However, each male and female Sand servant was not talented with the shaft and then died at the hand of the native.

 

On the side wall of the Social Tower, Kamela danced side to side in front of the tan hue of the side building and whipped her personal shaft through the air in fighting fury, catching the opposing flying shaft with a growl into the other female face. “You are not a stranger to me, but a servant, who serves me, not the gang of strangers.”

The female servant leaned over with a sneer into the face of Kamela. “I will fight and die as a free person, not a servant to you, royal.”

“Good!” Kamela laughed out loud. “I like to kill,” she dropped down the shaft and cut the nose bridge off the female servant with a smile. The female servant dropped down the shaft and back stepped, holding a bloody nose with fear. Kamela dashed ahead and lifted the shaft, curving the rod through the air, pressing the button. A long blade protruded from the bigger tip of the shaft. She reared back and stabbed the big tip into the exposed heart of the female servant with a laugh. “Now, you are a free and dead person. Enjoy your death!” Kamela dashed ahead with a smile and stabbed the sharp tip of blade into the back spine of the dark skinned male with a laugh.

 

 

 

Pamburg Kingdom

Home of dead King Conic and his wife dead Queen Shemerry

and thirteen dead princesses

and single live and breathing Princess Teath

 

Mountain castle location

Lake water setting of Confederation royals

Warm temperatures with parted clouds of dull sunlight

 

 

On top of the squat Pamburg mountain castle location around the lake setting within the warm sunshine, each Confederation husband-king finished sucking and licking an elongated penis and as the other husband-king reached and performed a lustful orgasm inside the sitting lounge chair while spreading the spraying the stream of sperm into the air.

Glay slowly strolled around the lake bed with a smile of lust while watching each gay husband-king performance, clapping the hands. “The gay husband-king competition has ended. And every king won.” The gang of Confederation royals clapped with a set of loud screams and shouts of fun. She waved both arms in the air and as her pair of naked teats bounded side to side. “Now, each wife-queen grab onto the naked dick of a husband-king, not your married husband-king either and then get started on the new fucking action.”

Naked Amoywane swiftly stood upright from the surface and spun around, dashing over, colliding into Glay while hugging and tickling her naked teats with a laugh. “We need some music.

“Squire, play us some music!” Naked Quinastine swiftly stood upright from the lounge chair with a chuckle and raced ahead, grabbing and swinging naked Haildrameme around in a completed circle as she giggled in fun entertainment.

“Can you dance, too, squire?” Naked Allakon swiftly stood upright from the chair with a chuckle and advanced ahead towards one of the wife-queens with a smile.

The squire continued to stand in a pair of naked feet, an exposed naked chest, and a set of manly underwear, slowly massaging an elongated penis inside the briefs also from the visual fucking action of each queen-wife and husband-king. He stood in place beside the food tray with a smile at the set of silly and stupid Confederation royals while singing out loud an old folk song that was cheery and jazzy with a tenor voice, wiggling side to side that helped to create his own personal orgasm also. However, his active mental thoughts concentrated on the two missing Pamburg princes Strawn and Cumberrun. The two young princes had left the Pamburg Kingdom to find the missing Pamburg princess. The squire had guessed that princess had not been found and killed. Thus, Strawn and Cumberrun had been successful with their royal mission. So, the group of three young and talented Pamburg royals was returning back to the mountain castle. Then, the set of silly and stupid Confederation royals would not enjoy a naked fight with the trio of three angry Pamburg royals either.

“Select your husband-king now and enjoy the fucking moment! This is not a competition either. After you have fucked your selected royal, then move onto a different royal for more fucking fun.” Glay leaned over and attacked the tongue of Amoywane while reaching down, touching his crinkled dick with a set of soft moans.

Allakon gently slammed into the queen-sized body of Ylangling with a laugh. She was the queen of Kingdom of the Snow and possessed a tall and fat body frame, a tone of peachy skin tint, a pair of green eyes, and a head of black hair and a pair of purple tinted dangling earrings that were not activated. She giggled with excitement from the tall and muscular duke from the Kingdom of the land. He reached down and tickled her pair of big breasts that bounced side to side into his naked chest.

Ylangling cuddled and cradled into his nakedness, reaching down and massaged his crinkled dick also. Her vagina was starting to expand with aches and pains for the first sex act of handsome Allakon, who was different from her fat and lumpy husband-king Quinastine. “Kiss me, king,” she giggled.

He leaned down and kissed her soft lips and as she softly giggled, pulling back with a silly grin into his smile. She was going to fuck another male royal in front of her husband-king and reached up, touching his naked chest, his naked legs, and his bouncing penis that was getting ready for some fucking action. Both the royal adults were naked. Her breasts were full of sexual excitement, bouncing up and down with sinful lust into his naked chest. Her vagina juice dripped down from the parted legs onto the hard surface of the lake floor.

Allakon reached out and grabbed her breasts a little too rough and rubbed them with a smile. Her mind felt confused with his strong manly touch, but her leaking pussy continued to drip vagina discharge sex juice down onto her legs and the floor base. Her body wanted to be fucked.

He moved both of his easily towards her naked ass rubbing the soft flesh roughly up and down with a chuckle. She loved his manly touch which was different from husband-king. Strong. Firm. Tender. He pulled her naked body closer into his naked chest, pressing his wet dick into her stomach. She sounded with a groan as he sounded with a moan. They leaned down and kissed again.

 

Glay and Amoywane cuddled and molested each body part with a grin as the couple moved as one person towards one of the lounge chairs near the edge of the mountain peak. Glay stopped and rested down onto her back muscles. Amoywane leaned down on top of her nakedness while kissing, massaging, and then slipped his wet dick inside her wet vagina, working the fucking action with a slow and gentle rhythm. He did the same fucking routine to a female including his wife-queen since the age of thirteen years old. She sounded with a set of soft moans as he sounded with a set of soft groans, making their barbaric animal sounds which expanded her pussy into an ache and enlargement for rougher sex acts.

 

Quinastine lifted naked Haildrameme into the air with one hand steadying her slender body against his naked chest and then forcefully shoved two of his finger pads in her wet vagina. She screamed in delight. He gently performed a finger fucking inside her vagina while leaning over and kissed her lips. The husband-king slowly moved ahead towards one of the empty lounge chairs and stopped, gently resting the wife-queen down on top of her back spine while continuing to finger twirling and swirling with his fun and her pleasure inside her warm and expanding vagina.

She sounded with a set of soft moan and closed her eyelashes to the delight and lust, shifting both arms around his neck while tickling his naked body.

He leaned down into her naked body with a touch of warmth and hot sensations of pure nasty lustful sex, finger fucking her vagina in and out and then removed his fingers as she sounded with a loud hiss of disapproval. He lifted and placed both wet fingers down into her open mouth as she sucked onto his fingers licking off her own vagina discharge. Quinastine chuckled in lust also.

 

Baron of the Kingdom of the Fire Vetepurr shifted open both of his legs over the pussy of wife-queen Torgeezus tracing the tip of wet dick on the tip of her clitoris, moving it up to her pelvis bone, his abdomen, and his chest for fun and excitement.

From the Kingdom of the Land, Duchess Torgeezus was a woman of average height with a head of black colored hair, a tone of dark tinted skin, and a pair of brown eyes with a face of brown freckles, making her appearance stand out and unique from her other queens. Each small and concentrated spot of skin pigmentation an individual freckle was called melanin.

Vetepurr reached up and touched her neck with his hot tip mucus, pouring it over her sweaty skin and down to the cool sheets. He lifted and eased his dick into her mouth as she opened her lips wider. He was larger than her husband-king Allakon.

Vetepurr floated gently up and down inside her mouth. She groaned. He moaned. Her teeth bit down into his penis, tasting him. He tensed and came and as his juices poured down in her mouth and down her throat. She drank the pleasure of his sex, sucking and licking. He tensed and sighed with pleasure and as his penis slowly deflated from the sweet release. She sucked the last of the juice. He removed his dick from her lips, leaning and kissing her lips. He thrust his tongue in her open mouth sucking, licking, and biting her lips as he played with her long soft tongue.

She pulled back from the kissing action with a giggle of delight. “So far, a great fuck, my new royal king!”

Vetepurr chuckled with delight also.” Thanks!” He leaned down and kissed her lips as she moaned again.

 

On the opposite side of the mountain peak on the semi-crooked row of the lounge chairs, naked husband-king Kung slowly rose upright from the floor surface after sucking, licking, and eating the sperm spray coming from two of the other husband-kings, wiping off the sticky lips of sperm juice with a soft grunt. He spun around with a hiss and watched the disgusting action. Each heterosexual couple was kissing and massaging each other body parts while some of the couples were moaning in a state of continuous fucking action. He was a gay royal that only enjoyed the company of his young male servants. However, he had contacted his favorite Sand servant, who was currently flying over the Delta waters towards the Pamburg mountain castle. He turned to face the king’s dome entranceway and slowly strolled ahead while reaching down, gently massaging a crinkled penis and created his own lustful orgasm. He slowly entered the new space and stopped, spinning around and gently sit down on top of the king’s throne, feeling the smooth rock on his ass and wiggled side to side with a chuckle.

He reached up a free hand and slapped the white tinted earring stud face patch with a gently tap that also communicated to his Sand servant. “Educator, land on top of the yellow tinted soil in front of the mountain castle. Climb up rock staircase and move around the exterior balcony. At the end of the balcony, move down a short set of steps and enter a cavern. Inside the cavern, there is a hole in the solid wall. Climb up the next set of rock steps and enter the king dome. I am here and waiting for you. Kung, out!” He leaned back and continued to massage his dick, closing both eyelids with a smile of pleasure.

 

 

Meadow Village location

Horse ride of Strawn and princely brother Cumberrun

Warm temperatures with dull sunshine

 

 

The soil of flat meadows turned into numerous rows of raw and growing food crops. Within the Meadow Village location, a pair of two horses raced ahead over the smooth land with great speed as each rider leaned down into the course mane hair for aerodynamics trip arriving near the plummet of black smoke. A circle of hovering fire drones surrounded and contained the fire inside numerous rows of raw corn stalks, dousing out all the flames. Numerous smoke stacks drifted up among the set of white tinted clouds. Cumberrun sat upright with a torso and pulled back into the rope, “Whoa, stallion! Whoa, horse!” The horse slowed the pace and then stopped over the rows of pretty flowers with a gasp. The teen reached down and patted the sweaty neck of the stallion with a worried brow.

Strawn stopped the horse and sat upright at the waistline on top of the stationary horse, sliding down into the field of flowers with a worried brow, dashing towards a red and black tinted long object and stopped with a sneer. Another dead prince had been cut open on the back spine which released the stem of the skull head. The severed head was missing.

Cumberrun raced ahead over the colorful wildflowers with a sneer and stopped, standing beside the nose profile of Strawn, staring down with a gasp at the two dead bodies. “Two more dead bros without a skull bone! It is confirmed each Confederation scumbag is collecting a princely head for a princely ransom of something weird.”

He exhaled with a sad face down at the two headless bodies. “I agree. We have found four dead bodies, so far. There are eight princely brothers left while hopefully still alive and breathing. We can’t do anything else here for them anymore. And I don’t see the two Confederation royals for to fight and then kill with my swirling shaft. We go and take the horses riding back towards the mountain castle. I would suspect that the rest of Confederation dogs are there while eating a plate of hot food and swimming in the placid lake, where the mental thoughts burn my ass. Let’s ride!”

Cumberrun spun around with a sneer to see the object. “I do see the royals to fight and then kill with my twirling shaft.”

He stood in place and turned with a gasp to see the landscape, “Where?”

Cumberrun pointed with a laugh in the distance. “O. Did I say I see the royal assholes? I mean that I do smell the royal assholes. Their damaged and grounded airship is parallel beside our boots.”

He pointed at the other grounded airship with a nod. “We take the airship and squash it down on top of their royal asshole heads.”

Cumberrun spun around to face the pair of grazing horses and jogged ahead with a smile. “We take the two horses and advance for a surprise side attack. The grounded airship will make too much noise above their fucking ass royal heads, Strawnelle.”

He spun around with a confused brow to face the back spine of Cumberrun. “Their airship is grounded also.”

Cumberrun stopped and mounted the stallion, adjusting the blood stained rope around the belly of the steed with a sneer. “But their pair of booties is sitting and hiding inside the airship for some reason. Maybe, they’re getting high from smelling an assortment of colored wildflowers here with miles and miles of fields of pretty flora. Look! We go and stun and surprise the Confederation scumbags, prince,” he wiggled side to side while waiting on Strawn. Strawn dashed ahead and then mounted the horse with a laughing sneer. They both rode a horse in the direction of the second ground airship, where it was stranded over the pretty meadows of colorful wildflowers.

 

On top of the meadow inside the ground airship, the hatchway door was open. The ramp was slammed down into the field of flowers. Inside the cockpit, second royal of the Kingdom of the Lakes prince Gannon sat inside the pilot seat with a sour frown and continued to rotate both hands over the glass console. The ship was not connecting with energy and was still grounded down on top of meadow of flowers without power or movement. His older brother first royal of the Kingdom of the Lakes prince Ferron continued to sit inside the co-pilot seat with a smile and tossed the severed skull from hand to hand as the splattering of blood launched into air and then landed on top of every surface including on the knuckles of his brother. Gannon growled down at the blank glass console and the pair of blood stained knuckles. “Stop playing with that bloody head! You’re spraying blood particles all over me and the console.”

He continued to toss the severed skull with a smile. “What’s wrong with the ship?”

“It’s dead.”

“What’s wrong with the ship?”

“It’s not working.”

“What’s wrong with ship?” Ferron continued to smile and toss side to side the severed head of Estill.

Gannon rotated both hands over the glass with a sneer. “We are stuck here until another pair of royal teens inside their Pamburg airship spots us down here on top of the meadow of flowers. The engine got damaged when you slammed it down on top of the enemy airship.”

“What about the other Pamburg ship that the two dead and now beheaded princes flew?”

Gannon exhaled. “It is more damaged than this ship.”

“What about your airship? Each royal teen flew an individual ship off the Prince House platform.”

“It is most damaged than this ship.” Gannon exhaled with a huff and tossed both arms into the air as a set of wet blood proteins flew up and twisted inside the air waves, landing back on top of his face. He reached up and wiped off the blood with a growl at his older brother. “We should consider walking back towards the mountain castle. Then, one of our royal fiends or friends will spot us better coming from the high air waves.”

 

Outside in the bright sunlight and over the thick meadow of flower, Cumberrun sat upright from the hairy black mane of the running black tinted stallion, firmly jerking back the rope into his chest with a soft moan. “Whoa! Whoa!” The horse skidded to a halt over the flowers. He slid off and crouched down, pointing towards the front of the grounded airship in silence. The horse lowered a skull and poked around the flowers, hunting for the tender grasslets as a snack. Strawn copied the movements and followed behind the back spine of Cumberrun in silence.

Cumberrun ran ahead towards the front of the airship in a crouched position in silence, so the number of Confederation royals could not see his head of amber colored hair roots through the dirty viewing windshield. The airship was powered down and the radar equipment was shut off, so Cumberrun could not be seen by the sensor body heat array either. The outside of the airship looked dented and scratched like it had been in a dog fight with another Pamburg ship. However, the two other Confederation royals had been the land battle against the two Pamburg princes when the princes had lost their heads literally.

Strawn slid down and halted in place below the viewing windshield of the airship with a soft sneer, reaching over, jerking out the shaft to break out dirty glass section within the viewing windshield and then attack the two Confederation royals. Cumberrun moved ahead and heard the swish of the leather fabric, spinning around with a gasp, slapping a finger into the lips and shook a skull with non-action. He thumbed back over a collar bone around the curved sides of the ship towards the rear of the vessel and the open hatchway. Strawn acknowledged the new silence kill plan with a head nod and spun around, standing upright, running around the opposite side of the ship.

Cumberrun spun around with a soft chuckle and followed the curvature of the airship, sliding down on both kneecaps through the soft wildflowers, landing next to the extended walking ramp with a smile. He reached down and whipped out his shaft near a smile.

The entrance door of the grounded airship was open. The sloped walking ramp was down in the soil killing the pretty wildflowers. Cumberrun crouched down on the ground beside the open archway and as a pair of eyeballs looking into the interior cockpit of the dark ship. The two Confederation royals were sitting at the console trying to start the airship which was impossible, since the engine was cold and not running.

Strawn stopped the advance from the opposite direction and swiftly crouched down on top of the flowers on the other side of the lower lip of the hatchway in silence, seeing the two royals also. He reached down and jerked the shaft from the belt loop of the battle trousers with a soft sneer into the air in front of the empty space of the hatchway.

Cumberrun leaned backwards away from the hatchway with a grin and slowly racked the metal tip without the sharp blade over the curved exterior surface on the airship which caused a set of tiny soft pings that echoed inside the cockpit.

Inside the cockpit, the severed head of Estill flew in the air as a pair of hands slapped down on top of the glass console. Ferron gasped in panic. “What…what was that sound?”

Gannon lifted both arms in the air with a gasp and continued to stare down at the glass console with the wet blood proteins. “I…I don’t know. The engine is not working. I didn’t do anything different. The noise just happened.”

Ferron gasped. “Then, we happen to get outta of right here. The ship is more damaged. Something is wrong! The engine might blow up with us inside.”

Ferron and Gannon, both swiftly stood upright from an individual seat with a huff of worry and spun around, quickly dashing ahead towards the open archway, after a set of soft ting noises coming out from the lifeless engine. Gannon ran out the archway first. Strawn stood beside the open archway and swung the arm, slamming the rod of the shaft sideways, hitting the side of the metal archway and missed the moving leg of Gannon with a sneer. Gannon continued to dash away from the airship without seeing Strawn and then stopped, standing upright on top of the meadow of prettily colorful wildflowers and sneezed out loud with a set of nasal allergies coming from each pollen germ from every flower.

Ferron dashed ahead through the archway with a gasp and leaped into the air, staring down at the swinging shaft coming towards his thigh leg with a growl. Cumberrun was quicker and jerked up the shaft scraping the rod of the shaft over the naked back spine of the royal teen with a snarl. Ferron hit the field of flowers and ran ahead with tiny grunts of pain, feeling an array of tiny stinging open cuts on the exposed naked skin.

Strawn back stepped with a gasp from the side of the entrance of the ship and spun around with a growl, dashing ahead towards Gannon, who continued to stand in the flowers. Gannon was allergic to the field of wildflowers, where he lived on a river of water, not a field of flowers. He spun around with a gasp and ducked, jerking to the side, landing on top of the field of wildflowers and then sneezed again.

On top of the field of flowers, Ferron stopped with a sneer and spun around twirling the shaft in front of the naked chest with a growl at Cumberrun, “Hi there! I’m a royal and you are dead.”

Cumberrun dashed ahead and continued to twirl the shaft in front his chest with a smile, “Hey there! That’s my line, royal fool!”

Ferron ran ahead and lifted the shaft over the hair roots, dropping down the shaft towards the skull of Cumberrun. Each shaft rod hit and sung out loud in a musical tone, creating a set of tiny red colored sparks from the banging two metal of friction. Cumberrun moved ahead and extended a leg, kicking out at the leg of Ferron. Ferron felt the impact and shuffled backwards with a gasp as the shaft of Ferron slammed down through the air waves in surprise.

Ferron advanced ahead and jerked the shaft into the air with a sneer. “I’ll cut your skull off right now, prince!”

Cumberrun quickly raced ahead with a laugh. “You can try, asshole royal! My shaft is bigger, and better, and quicker,” he stopped and slapped the rod of Ferron making a set of nice musical tone. Each shaft parted and crashed throughout the air waves and as a set of grunts came from a set of closed lips from each male.

On the other side of the meadow, Gannon rolled over the field of pretty wildflowers and swiftly shuffled away from Strawn with a sneeze. Strawn dashed ahead towards Gannon with the shaft over the hair roots with a sneer, slicing down the rod at the head of Gannon. Gannon quickly duck to the side and rapidly stood upright with a sneer, reaching out with both arms, grabbing both wrist bones of the prince. Gannon was both bigger and stronger than Strawn.

Strawn gasped in horror at the twin hand capture and back stepped without departing from the twin cupped hands of the taller Confederation royal. Gannon stood in place with a laugh and then a light sneeze from the pretty wildflowers. The eyeballs of Strawn darted towards the big ugly blue colored bruise on top of the collar bone and as the fingers of his hand with the shaft opened and released the shaft. The shaft swiftly dropped down and hit, slapping into the bruise, tipping off the collar bone of Gannon. Gannon released the two wrist bones of Strawn with a loud yell of pain and swiftly back stepped, whipping up the shaft above the hair roots, slamming the rod down into the twirling rod of Strawn.

Gannon was slightly taller and more powerful than tall and slender Prince Strawn. He wore a naked chest that was filled with a set of rippling muscles coming from the numerous river work duties during the weekends with his parents to help drag up nettings of live seafood for all the hunger populous of the people. Strawn released a hand and reared back, slamming a fist into the face of Gannon.

Gannon stepped backwards with a gasp and shifted away from Strawn, reaching over, lifting the shaft up into the air and then struck only the air waves while working the blade toward the prince. His collar bone was bruised and arching with pain again. He slowly moved forward with a sneer and continued to swing the shaft into an advancing rod of the prince, without harming the talented shaft skills of Strawn. Then, the two shafts stopped and sizzled with a set of red tinted sparks within the air waves as the two teen males exhaled a tongue of bad breath into each other’s growling face. Gannon rushed ahead with a sneer at Strawn. Strawn slowly back stepped through the meadow of flowers feeling his less strength and the great might of the overbearing Confederation teen.

Ferron back stepped and released the rod from the crossed standoff with Cumberrun. Cumberrun lifted and punched out with both fists into the face with a heavy grunt, boxing the cheekbone and the chin. Ferron back stepped with a loud grunt from the forceful impact and lowered the shaft down towards the leg with a moan. Cumberrun reached down and snatched the shaft with one hand, jerking the metal and falling backwards from the weight with a sigh and then caught his balance with a laugh, “Geez! It weighs a ton. What is this thing?” He bounced the shaft up and down in the air with a laugh between the two hands.

Ferron reached down and grabbed the grounded shaft of Cumberrun, standing upright with a sneer, rearing back the arm with the shaft, “Your death!”

Cumberrun reared back the shaft and punched forward, pressing the flush button. A blade tip emerged and protruded coming from the bigger tip of the shaft. He slammed the tip blade into the eyeball of Ferron. The teen released the shaft and reached up, holding both hands onto the face, jerking with a backward motion away from Cumberrun, wearing bloody eyeball, screaming out loud. He tripped over his own two feet and landed on a back spine with a soft thud down into a blanket of flowers, slowly breathed out a final breath of life.

Cumberrun reached down and snatched up his shaft with a smile. “Yeah, I’m the bigger and stronger royal here.” A scream broke the happy victory. He looked up with a gasp to Strawn.

Strawn had screamed out loud and then tripped over both of his own big feet, resting down on top of a back spine inside the blanket of pretty wildflowers. Gannon stopped and stood in place, closing both eyelids and then loudly sneezed out his allergies from the field of wildflowers. He opened the eyelids and sniffed back up the running snot with a sneer, dashing ahead towards Strawn, lifting the shaft over the hair roots. He stopped with a sneer and stared down with running nose snot and dripping mouth drool coming from the flower allergies at the face of Strawn, exhaling a sour breath for the death kill.

On the other side of the meadow, Cumberrun dashed ahead and leaned down, jerking out the rod from the bloody chest of dead Ferron and stopped. He stood in place and reared back the arm pitching forward the arm, releasing the shaft as it sailed sideways through the air waves towards Gannon. The thick silver tinted rod did not contain a set of tiny exposed blades and hit the naked chest of Gannon. Gannon automatically bend down at the fitted waistline and captured the shaft of Ferron, swiftly back stepping from Strawn, looking down at the object with a gasp. He looked up with a worried brow and scanned the meadow of thick and tall wildflowers, searching for his brother in fear. He performed a series of light sneezes that blinded both eyeballs.

Cumberrun dashed ahead with a smile towards Strawn. Strawn swiftly stood upright from the flowers with a sneer. “You didn’t kill the fucking bastard.” Cumberrun stopped and stood beside the nose profile of Strawn with a laugh, “Naw, I didn’t yet. Another approach of death is to use the great big blades that are hidden inside the big metal tip of my shaft like so,” he slid a hand down to the flush button and pressed as the metal tip modified with a set of serrated tiny blades. He reared back the rod behind a collar bone and pressed the flush button, exposing an array of tiny blades on the slender rod also. He aimed, pitched forward, and released the shaft at Gannon. The rotating shaft flew forward and stabbed into the eyeball of Gannon with un-prettiness. Gannon reached up with a frightened scream and grabbed at the slender rod of tiny blades, jerking out the foreign object with a pair of shaky hands out from a blind and bloody eyeball as the blades cut into both palms also. He dropped the shaft down to the ground while slowly back stepping in fear and pain, sliding down and landed on a back spine in the pond water. A gator surfaced broke the air waves and opened a mouth of fangs, reaching out and grabbed the head of Gannon and as Gannon screamed in his final pain of death underneath the water hole.

Cumberrun lifted both arms into the air with a laugh and shouted in victory of happiness at the gator that had drowned the dead body of the Confederation royal teen underneath the water hole, “Bull’s eye! Okay. His eye! Yay! Hurrah!”

Strawn frowned at the gator inside the water hole within the meadow of flowers. “Can’t you kill quietly, Cumberrat?”

He slapped both arms down onto the legs with a smile, “Naw. I don’t feel quiet. I feel loud and angry.” Cumberrun laughed. “Now, I feel frisky and playful and wanna kill something else like a sissy teen male whom I don’t know or care to dance with.”

Strawn jabbed a finger at the ground shaft near the foot of the prince. “You can’t. You are both weaponless and defenseless, numb. Your shaft is in the hands of the enemy now.”

Cumberrun reached over with a laugh and pressed a button on the front of the leather belt of the battle gear with a smile. His personal shaft lifted in the air coming from the ground and then flew into the open hand of Cumberrun.

Strawn gasped down at the shaft of Cumberrun. “How in the hell did you do that?”

“It’s a magnetized button which is attached to the magnetized supply field that is located inside the Prince House. All of our personal princely shafts can fly back into a hand, if you possess the button and if we are in war like now.”

Strawn gasped. “How do you know that?”

“My squire taught me. The scientific procedure is too complex for my simple princely teenly mind. But, it goes something like this. The magnetic physics directs the heat of the shaft through the air waves that hits the magnetic supply with a certain degree of heat. Then, the shaft lifts in the air coming from the ground like magic, but it ain’t magic. It is science principles. Then, the object or the shaft actually flies like magic in the air based on heat rays and back into my cupped hands. Well, sometimes, you gotta jump to retrieve…”

“Bull shit!”

Cumberrun laughed with a smile. “True shit, bro! You just saw my personal shaft fly off the ground and into the air coming into my non-blood stained hand, Strawn.”

Strawn spun around with a sneer and moved back towards the ground ship. The horses had run away to find their home corral. “We have other royals to dispatch.”

He spun around and moved beside Strawn with a smile and a nod, moving ahead towards the same grounded airship. “Dismember, yeah! We have other Confederation royals to dismember! Yeah, I like my wording, too. Yeah, I like to dismember evil people that invade my homeland, too,” laughing.

Strawn dashed up the extended ramp with a stern face and strolled towards the console of glass, stopping with a gasp, staring down at the severed head of Estill. “Now, we know why the royals didn’t exit the ship. They were admiring the severed head of Estill.”

Cumberrun followed behind the back spine of Strawn and stopped with a sneer, staring down at the severed head of the second dead prince. “The severed head of Tantum is over here at my feet.”

He continued to stare down at the severed head of Estill with a sad face. “We should bury our kin.”

“We should bury the rest of the Confederation dogs.” Cumberrun scooted around the severed head and stopped on the side, gently kicking the severed head towards the open hatchway. The head flew a few inches into the air and then dropped down on top of the walkway with a soft thud.

Strawn continued to frown down at the severed head of Estill. “You should treat the dead with more respect.”

Cumberrun moved ahead and slid down into the pilot seat with a stern face, slapping both hands over the glass console with a set of tiny dried blood proteins with a snarl. “Dead is dead. We should retrieve and find more of our alive or injured brothers. So far, we total zero. Toss the severed head out the hatchway door, Strawn! I don’t wanna fly with the dead. It brings bad luck!”

Strawn cringed at the thought of touching the severed head on the dead princely brother, scooting around the object and moved ahead towards the co-pilot seat with a smile. “That’s only superstition.”

He continued to rotate the hands over the glass console as the engine roared into power. He frowned. “It’s a fact. Taking a whole dead corpse or the body part of a dead corpse inside your own airship is very bad luck. Remember? When that squire was killed inside that airship accident, he took the dead body of his fellow squire inside his personal airship and tried to fly over the swamp waters and out towards the desert for a weird ass funeral thingy. Then, he and his airship and that dead squire crashed down into the swamp waters instead, where a gator ate him alive and the dead squire body to death. I don’t wanna ride with the brotherly dead body parts. Get it outta of here, now, Strawn!”

Strawn continued to stroll towards the co-pilot seat with a grin. “This ain’t your personal airship.”

Cumberrun looked down with a smile at the glowing airship number on the side of console panel. “Yeah, you’re right, Strawnelle. This is your personal Pamburg airship with the number one right here glowing on the side of glass console. Each airship is numbered to prevent a fight among the princely brothers of fourteen. So, I guess you will die next, prince” laughing.

Strawn stopped beside the co-pilot chair with a stern face and stared down at the side of the glass console, where a big bright number one glowed. He gasped with alarm and swiftly spun around, dashing back towards the severed head. He lifted a foot into the air and gently kicked the body part towards the open hatchway. The severed head flew in the air and slowly curved downward, landing on top of the extended ramp with a soft thud. He spun around with a sour frown and dashed ahead, sliding down into the co-pilot seat in silence of annoyance and worry.

The hatchway door did not close. Cumberrun lifted the ship up from the ground into the air. The extended hatchway broke off in three separate pieces from the entrance of the ship, landing back down over the flowers with a set of separate booms.

Strawn turned to the side and frowned at the curved walls and finally at the nose profile of Cumberrun. “Why are we flying up from the ground?”

He continued to fly and rotate both hands over the glass console with a laugh. “I’m a great pilot of airships.”

Strawn exhaled. “I meant to question further. Why didn’t the two dumb shit royals escape from us inside the airship also? Then, they would be alive, not dead.”

“You can’t fly an airship with the ramp intact. The extended walking ramp must be sucked back into the slot or removed off from the lip of the hatchway door. While we were spying on the two dumb shit royals, I cut the cable wiring on the ramp mechanism underneath the panel while making the sound of innocent rat paddles. When the engine started, the ramp controls read a malfunction and then disconnected the ramp metal. When I lifted the ship up from the ground, the long extended ramp metal broke off from the entrance way for safety. However, the exterior lip of the broken ramp presents a jagged and sharp row of torn metal strands back there. So, don’t cut your foot on the sharp metal. I ain’t toting your ass around the kingdom, Strawnelle.”

Strawn looked back over a collar bone with a confused brow. “The hatchway door is half-way open.”

“The ship can fly with a half-way door open, in case, we need to jump out for some damn reason.” The airship lifted off the grass and soared ahead towards the mountain castle.

 

 

Mountain castle

Lake setting of Confederation royals

 

 

Fallacious slowly pumped his hard dick with a grin down in the wet vagina of Zorachina. She bent her knees in a doggie style pose as he softly moaned and groaned. She smiled with a giggle at the good fucking sex act.

Zitgestum moved ahead and posed his nakedness behind the ass of Jennessee, pushing her knees apart with both of his hands, spreading her hips for a doggie style fucking. He firmly entered the tip of his penis gently surging forward for his penetration. She squealed with delight as he chuckled with pleasure. He pushed harder, deeper, and longer and as his dick took over the thrusting, banging, and pounding with manly force and full strength in and out of her vagina. Jennessee screamed out loud, “Fuck me!” He chuckled, forcing his dick in and out in a faster rhyme. She hit her climax, feeling the heated explosions and nasty sensations cover her body as she shivered with lust and love. He quaked, keeping his dick fucking her in and out, until she screamed again. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” She yelled and hit a second climax. He thrust in and out without stopping. She panted, snipping the air for oxygen.

He tensed with exhaustion, “Gosh.” His dick slowly deflated crinkling and as Zitgestum removed out his treasure, turning and lying on his sweaty back muscles. She covered him with her sweaty body. He smiled in her face, wiping the sweat from her cheekbones. And they sweated on each other, giggling.

She whispered with a grin. “Good.”

 

 

8th hour (mid-evening)

 

 

Kingdom of the Sand

Home of Imperator Kung, his wife Imperatoress Haildrameme

and first royal Princess Pelf and second royal Princess Nixie

 

Social Tower outdoor location

Tan beach sand with streaks of yellow dancing lightning bolts

Hot sizzling temperatures with parted clouds of dull sun

 

 

On top of the sands, Pio stood in place with a growl and racked the shaft across the chest of the dark skinned male with a sneer. The male tumbled forward towards her feet in a screaming death. She back stepped with a growl from the falling body while watching the super tall and super muscular male. The male had spun around to leave the fight with the Confederation for some reason. She whispered for her eardrums only. “You and I will meet again. I know it. I feel it. I will win it too.”

One of the female metalists stopped and stood next to the nose profile of Pio. “Pio, some of the other dark skinned males are running away from our swinging shafts. Some of the other dark skinned males are permanently dead. The Confederation kingdom has taken a big hit here on top of the sands. Numerous natives are dead or dying. All the airships are burning or destroyed or damaged coming from mid-air launch. The war is over. What do we do next?”

Pio narrowed the eyelashes and stared at the back spine of each dark skin male, who was running away from the battle. “Move all the wounded natives away from the burning sands and the burning metal. Place each one inside every room within the Social tower. Then, go and gather up each metalist to come here and clean up all the metal pieces and all the dead bodies on top of the sands. I don’t want Imperator Kung to see this mess before the rest of the royal adults come back from the battle with the Pamburg Kingdom. And gather up and move away all the smelly body parts of each dead slave girls out from the Assembly Hall and then dump the bloody body parts down into the scrub forest like always. Beware, thou! The pack of dark skinned males ran back in that direction to hide. Take a team of talented metalists and kill these bastards and the rest of their dark skinned males inside the barren scrub forest. Then, come back and get all the Sand servants to clean up everything, including the interior of the Social Tower, the outdoor sands, and the burning and destroyed metal from all the airships. Take all the abused and burn and good metal pieces back to the Kingdom of the Fire later tonight. We can use the parts and pieces to finish building our set of new airships.”

She turned with a puzzled brow and stared at the grove of burnt tree tops within the Kingdom of the Wind. “I wanted to ask, Pio. What has happened within the Kingdom of the Wind? It appears that each tall and strong Wind tree is burning in the skyline in streams of black smoke and high plumes of colorful fire. Do we need to go there and assist the natives of the Wind too?”

Pio turned and frowned at the burnt trees also. “It is the cleaning time within the Kingdom of the Wind. Ovilla can explain it better than I. Have you seen that bitch Ovilla within the battle? Is her body among the dead also?”

She continued to stare at the plumes of black smoke and piles of fire inside the Kingdom of the Wind. “I have not seen Ovilla, alive or dead.”

Pio exhaled with a laugh and kicked the sand with a boot toe, “Figures! Ovilla has survived yet again. I can’t kill that bitch off for any reason.”

She turned with a gasp to see the nose profile of Pio. “Why do you want Ovilla dead?”

“It’s a personal joke,” Pio laughed. “Get going with your team of metalists and kill the remaining bastards that party inside the scrub forest!”

“Yes, Pio!” The metalist spun around and lifted an arm for each other metalist with the new order from Princess Pio. Her team of talented metalists saw the familiar signal and stood upright from the laborious work of lifting dead bodies and burn metals on top of dirty sand, racing ahead towards their leader. The lead metalist swung around with a laugh and raced ahead with a grin towards the scrub forest for a new set of killings which she enjoyed doing for fun.

 

 

Outdoor location

Scrub bush forest and ocean shoreline setting

Hot sizzling temperatures with parted clouds of dull sunlight

 

 

Numerous semi-crooked and broken rows of lost fathers continued to advance ahead towards each decayed body part of a dead whole female, plucked a skin sample, and then identified the lost daughter of the Freelands. The identification procedure was slow on foot and painful to the heart.

At the line of tall palm trees, where a group of scattered tall and gleaming sand castles stood, a line of lost fathers crouched down behind the row of thick and low scrub plants and observed the active mini-battle with a heavy heart. The loss of friends was heavy. The retrieve of the injured and worried army of Lost Fathers accidental brought back some of the wild and screaming Confederation natives, who were quickly sliced and diced up by a talent shaft within the lost father army.

The lead of the hidden line of lost fathers reached up and slapped the face patch with a gasp while whispering to the short and young lost father in charge of the identification mission. “Sir, there is an approaching team of metalists tha come from the Kingdom of the Fire. Each female appears with a bald skull and a long dark cloak which is not like a regular native and she can wand a shaft with great speed and talent into the air.”

He paused and listened to the voice on the other end of the face patch.

“Yes sir! A surprise attack will do a nice job on our new enemy. I will report back once the team of metalists is dead.”

Pause.

“The rest of the Confederation natives are cleaning up the nasty mess of dead bodies and burnt metal pieces. I do not expect a rumble with them for a way, maybe until tomorrow morning.”

Pause.

“Yes sir! My team and I will eliminate the team of metalists. Then we will switch places with the tired and overworked identification team members.”

Pause.

“Sir, the sun is getting low. I suggest that half of the identification team member prepare for sleep and rest. The other half can watch the active sands by moonlight during the late evening hours. We do not want to be tired, if we are attacked tomorrow morning.”

Pause.

“Thank you, sir! Good night!” The leader of the hidden line of lost fathers continued to crouch with a stern face behind the tall grove of palm trees and the low scrub plants while waiting for the upcoming surprise attack on the small team of metalists.

 

Kingdom of the Sun

Home of Princelet Zitgestum and his wife Princeletess Glay

and second royal prince Qcraft

with dead first royal prince Vantrey and third royal prince Zeebac

 

Dry and heated orange tinted shoreline location

Hot sizzling temperatures with dull sunlight

 

 

A small fleet of rusty and smoky stolen airships from the Kingdom of the Land with more bloodshed of each native slowly darted over the grove of burning treetops within the burnt Kingdom of the Winds. Some of the individual airships literally stalled whilest in the air and then swiftly dropped down, crash landing down on top of the dry and hard orange tinted dirt. Some of the descending airships burst into a ball of fiery flames whilest killing the entire group of lost fathers from the Freelands inside each cockpit and then smashed down onto the hard soil in a fireball.

The rest of hovering fleet of rusty airships slowly dropped down and roughly landed on top of the dirt. Each door parted half-way open. Each ramp did not extend down into the dir.

The super tall and super muscular leader of the lost father army coming from the Freelands wiggled out into the air waves with a loud shout coming from the partially open hatchway and stooped down on both kneecaps into the hard sand with a loud huff. He slowly stood upright from the opening and stumbled away from the ship, stopping a few feet, turning to see the low sunset. He ordered into the face patch to the rest of the army of lost fathers with a whisper of sweat. “We have arrived at the shoreline within the Kingdom of the Sun. We will stay and camp out here for the rest of the evening and hot sizzling night. Tomorrow, we will hunt down a River Rat speed boat and kill the sailor to gain transport over the Delta waters into the Pamburg Kingdom. Every male, find a hot spot on the hard sands and then go to sleep. I do not expect an attack from the natives here tonight. All the Sun natives both male and female are currently still fighting and killing off each Pamburg native.” His large body tumbled down over the hard sand with a soft thud in complete exhaustion of both mind and body staring down at the orange tinted soil and waves of blue colored water with a heavy heart and an active mind. He had to invade the Confederation lands. He had to find his lost daughter. He had led an army of other lost fathers who had greatly desired to locate their lost daughter also.

So the search and rescue mission had been an anonymous decision with him as the leader.

However, he had not been able to locate his lost daughter who had been stolen three years ago within the Kingdom of the Wind, so he ordered the beautiful tall trees burned down to the ground. He was not surprised either after learning over the years about the kingdom. The set of talented dancers and the creative artists within the Kingdom of the Wind found not time with a group of slave girls but only a set of slave work for the other natives. Most of the natives danced to music or performed to plays while traveling around the Confederation lands, entertaining the kingdoms.

But within the Kingdom of the Land, each grand plantation house had captured and held one or two lost daughters. Then each lost daughter had been reunited with her lost father and each family unit had died by his shaft or another shaft of an angry lost father. Now, the daughter and father pair had returned home to the Freelands starting a new family life of love and freedom, since the table of nasty Freelands administrators were all dead and their individual family members were the new crop of slaves within his homeland.

Within the Kingdom of the Sand, a stark and horrible discovery had been uncovered. Thousands and thousands of individual and severed body parts of young females had been tossed and rested upon the heated sands to decay and rot underneath the hot sunlight.

His young friend, the young and shorter lost father had found his precious daughter among all the dead females, who had been taken a year ago. His suffering had ended and his mounting would begin. His young friend kindly volunteered to work and identify the rest of the thousands and thousands body parts inside the scrub bushes near the shoreline of the ocean. Some of the lost fathers had been too ill from work or too old from age to join the army of lost fathers. So, his young friend would identify their lost daughter and bring back the sad news while completing the cycle of life and death.

He sobbed with a set of tears for each dead young daughter, who screamed and cried during the taking procedure and didn’t want to leave their biological father. He sneered with vile hate at the group of Confederation royals for keeping up the trade agreement with the annual shipments of electronic parts in exchange for a group of thirteen-year-old slave girls. He didn’t know if his precious daughter was among the dead body parts on top of the scrub forest within the Kingdom of the Sand but he hoped not and vowed to continue the march into the Pamburg Kingdom, where he would personal slaughter each and every Confederation royal in cold blood.

His large and tired body rested uncomfortably over the hard warm soil and as his blurry eyeballs viewed the placid waves of the ocean water through the dull sunlight. None of the lost daughters of the Freelands had ever been heard through the numerous face patches inside the harsh terrain within the Kingdom of the Sun. The hard soil didn’t grow food, didn’t heal broken bones, and didn’t care about a single piece of human life. There were not any natives that resided inside the dry and hard terrain, only the pretty colored desert beetles that lived on blood and air.

His army of lost fathers counted at hundred men, who were not married but served as a man-servant for years to one wealth Freelands family unit. After the invasion of the Confederation lands, twenty lost fathers had been united with a lost daughter which was not a high percentage within mathematical statistics. Forty percent of the lost father had discovered a dead lost daughter, had willingly fought in the short and sweet mini-war with the Confederation natives and gladly had sacrificed a life for eternal peace within the after-light with the dead child.

Twenty percent of the lost fathers continued the hard task of identifying all the thousands and thousands of dead body parts within the Kingdom of the Sand.

The last twenty percent of the males followed the leader of the lost father army traveling towards the Pamburg Kingdom to torture and then massacre all the Confederation royals for one final blood-revenge for all the lost daughters over the past centuries, where no father expected to live to see the sunset tomorrow evening.

There are three more Confederation kingdoms that needed to be searched for one surviving lost daughter of the Freelands which included the Kingdom of the Fire. He doubted that a lost daughter would be living there based on the spying face patches. All the young and healthy male natives and married husbands died within a few weeks. All the females either died or survived to become a mine worker which was a long and hard job, where a pair of silver tinted hands mined out all the cold flame rock that formed a single electronic component. This was a necessary and useful job that kept the kingdom fed and clothed.

Within the Kingdom of the Lakes, there was the fleet of gently river barges that drudged up netting of fresh seafood which did not use a slave girl, only a tall and muscular body of a female or male fisher person.

Within the Kingdom of the Snow, the set of face patches had revealed numerous whispered rumors of a group of lost daughters that were hidden somewhere among the cold and freezing snow banks. That was his next and last destination was into the Kingdom of the Snow to hopefully to find and locate his own lost daughter, the most difficult task of all.

He closed a set of wet eyelids of worry for his lost daughter into the dull and fading pink and yellow sunshine for a long slumber of rest and energy with the upcoming bloody fight tomorrow.

Each lost father tumbled out the airship with a heavy heart and a worried mind, stumbling forward with a pair of wet eyeballs also within the heated late afternoon and finally plopped down on top of the hard soil without food or a blanket to rest for the upcoming bloody fight tomorrow with all the Confederation royal adults. Each lost father had given up hope of finally their lost daughter within the Confederation lands. The hunt had been very depressing and sad.

Tomorrow would be more depressing and sad morning, once all the Confederation royals were finally dead and gone from the planet and visiting the after-light.

 

 

 

Pamburg Kingdom

Home of dead King Conic and his wife dead Queen Shemerry

and thirteen dead princesses

and single live and breathing Princess Teath

 

Farm Village location

Airship sky trip of Strawn and Cumberrun

Warm temperatures with dull sunshine

 

 

Among the low hanging clouds of dull sunshine, inside the flying airship with a plume of black smoke behind the engine, pilot Cumberrun continued to slide both hands over the glass console with a worried brow in silence and as the airship wildly slipped side to side between the fluffy clouds.

Strawn continued to hold onto the edges of the co-pilot with a worried brow, staring through the windshield at the tumbling view of the landscape and as the airship slid to the side again. “Do I need to eat the floor metal?”

Within the middle row of the food crop, a solo Pamburg airship stood still and tilted on the side wall, Jarl stood beside the open hatchway cutting off a slice of the green tomato with blade tip of the shaft, slapping the raw vegetable onto the curved metal of the airship. The slice of green tomato stuck and then sizzled into a fried delicious snack during the late afternoon blistering heated sunrays.

His brother third royal of the Kingdom of the Land Altus stood on the opposite side of the archway opening with a chuckle and continued to toss up a pair of two severed princely skulls going from hand to hand as the set of splattering of blood launched into air and then landed on top of each tomato plant.

Jarl ripped off the fried tomato snack from the heated ship with a growl. “Stop playing with those two bloody heads! You’re spraying blood particles all over me and the hatchway,” he consumed the food with an open mouth, chewing with a loud grunt.

He continued to twirl the two severed skull and all the blood proteins in the air with a smile. “What’s wrong with the ship?”

Jarl swallowed the food and sliced off another piece of raw tomato, slapping it against the heated metal of the ship. “It’s hot.”

He continued to swirl the two severed skulls into the air with a grin. “What’s wrong with the ship?”

Jarl stared into the rows of food crops with a sour frown. “It’s heated. Each airship absorbed and accumulated a series of heat waves coming from the rolling hot fire. Now, each grounded airship is too hot to sit and fly inside the cockpit unless you wanna really nice dark colored tan during your death flight into the afterlife, bro,” he reached down and plucked up the fried tomato off the heated metal of the airship, eating and chewing with an open mouth.

“So we’re stuck here until when…” Altus looked up with a gasp into the bright sunlight with a distorted face and pointed at the flying airship with a smile. “Look up into the sky! There’s a sailing airship. It’s one of our royals coming to the rescue, royal,” he dropped the two severed head down into the food crops and slowly dashed around the stalks with a laugh.

Inside the flying airship, pilot Cumberrun flew the damaged vessel with a worried brow, “Naw. I got it this time. We’re landing onto the soft rows of food plants, but it’s going to be a rough ride for us. Hold your breath and your dick, if you want to every produce a child ever!” The airship swiftly descended and slammed down into the numerous rows of fresh food crops while slowing the skid procedure, rocking the ship side to side over the rough stalks of food plants and finally halting with a jolt of metal pain. Cumberrun slid off the seat with a shout out. “Get out! Get out now!” He reached over and slapped the button, killing the engine, before one of the engines ignited the crops and the ship into a fireball. He exhaled with a deep sigh of gratitude and worry and fear for his person and all his princely brothers. He pressed the second button. The hatchway door slid open.

Strawn slid off the seat and spun around with a gasp to Cumberrun. “What are you doing? I saw a pair of royals next to the grounded airship.”

“The pair of royals are coming to take this newly crash-landed ship for a swift ride into the skyline, so we betta get ready for a fighting rumble,” Cumberrun raced ahead and jumped down from the lip of the open hatchway, dashing around the opposite side of the ship out of view of the two royals.

Strawn dashed ahead with a gasp and followed behind Cumberrun, racing around the opposite side of the ship, slapping the face of his brother with a hiss. Cumberrun hugged Strawn and quickly side stepped, continuing to move, and help around the opposite side of the ship while spying on the two Confederation royals in silence.

Within the middle of the rows of food crops, Altus dropped down the two heads inside the rows of crops with a laugh and slowly turned to face the new airship and dashed ahead between the thick rows of crops, following behind the back spine of his brother Jarl in silence.

Cumberrun continued to scoot around his airship with Strawn while stalking the other ground airship, surveying the landscape. It contains numerous rows of growing tomato plants with a pair of Confederation royals running forward towards the newly grounded ship. They slipped inside with a set of laughs and smiles.

Strawn raced ahead and moved away from Cumberrun and stopped, staring at the ship. The outside of the airship looked scorched with fire which might have damaged the engine cells. He reached out and touched the metal on the second grounded ship, pulling back with a hiss and a whisper. “It’s hot.” He cupped the burning hand into a chest with a sneer.

Beside the first airship, Cumberrun continued to slowly follow the heated curve of his airship. “We wait until they are…” He didn’t feel the sour breath of his brother on the neck spine and stopped, spinning around to face the other airship with a gasp to see the back spine of Strawn. “What the…” He dashed ahead with concern in silence.

Strawn scanned the landscape with a gasp and then dashed ahead towards a black and blue colored object that rested on top of the red dirt, stopping. He slowly back pedaled from the burnt body while holding both nostrils with a distorted face, staring down at another headless princely brother. But his particular princely brother had been tossed into a fire and then dragged out by the boot heels, smashing some of the healthy and non-burning rows of tall stalk corns. Strawn back stepped from the first burnt and dead prince and dashed again towards the second burned body, stopping, and stared down with a sneer a second princely brother, who had received and succumbed to the same fate with a bonfire roasting and a beheading also.

Cumberrun slid to a stop and then quickly back stepped with Strawn, holding both nose holes with a sneer at the two burnt bodies also. “I can’t identify either one of the bodies without a skull, but I know that it is two more of our princely brothers.”

He exhaled with a sad face down at the two burnt bodies. “I agree. We have found six dead bodies, so far. There are six princely brothers left while hopefully alive and breathing. We can’t do anything else here. The fire blaze is out. It must’ve been caused by landing airship that was on fire from one of the numerous f-bombs. However, the two murdering royals are inside our airship. That was a brilliant plan, brother!”

Cumberrun softly whispered with a pained heart and an angry mind. “Thanks!”

They both spun around at the same time with a sneer and dashed ahead through the rows of crops towards the first grounded airship.

The entrance door of the grounded airship was completely open without a sloped walking ramp. Cumberrun stopped and crouched down on the ground with a pair of eyeballs looking inside the cockpit of the ship. The two Confederation royals were sitting at the pilot console trying to start the airship which was impossible, since the engine was cold and not running. Strawn stopped and crouched down on the ground on the other side of the lower lid of the hatchway in silence, seeing the two royals also.

Cumberrun slowly stood upright and climbed onto the open lid of the hatchway in silence, crouching down at the waistline, slowly moving ahead towards the rear skull of the royal teen. Jarl continued to rotate both hands over the cold and black tinted console panel that controlled the power and flight of the airship. Strawn followed behind Cumberrun through the open hatchway in silence, crouching down at the waistline, slowly advancing towards the rear skull of the second royal teen. Altus was tossing the severed skull back and forth into an open palm with a chuckle.

Cumberrun slowly moved closer towards the rear skull of Jarl and stopped, standing upright in full tallness within the blind spot of eyeball of Jarl, lifting the shaft with an angry face over the amber colored hair roots for the kill shot.

Strawn copied the movements of Cumberrun and stopped, standing upright in full tallness within the blind spot of the eyeball of Altus, lifting the shaft with an angry face over the hair roots for the other kill shot.

Jarl tossed both arms into the air with a sour frown, staring down at the cold and black tinted glass console. “It ain’t going to work, dude!” He swiftly stood upright and slide off the pilot seat, bending both kneecaps, whipping the shaft into the soaring rod of Cumberrun. The two rods collided with a set of red sparks and the sound of tiny tings. Jarl sneered. “Did you hear me, boy? Your plan ain’t working. I can smell a Pamburg prince two miles downwind during a hurricane, numb,” he back stepped with a growl and lifted the shaft over the hair roots, smashing the rod into the collar bone of Cumberrun, missing.

Altus swiftly slid out from the co-pilot seat and quickly spun around away from the console, dropping the severed skull down onto the floor. The skull rolled a few inches and halted. He whipped the shaft from the side of the belt into the air, sailing the rod at the cheekbone of Strawn. Strawn back stepped with a gasp from the flying shaft of Altus.

Cumberrun side stepped with ease and flipped the shaft over the hair roots and captured inside the other hand, sliding the rod down to the cupped hand, lifting and swung the rod at the cheekbone of Altus, hitting the face with a loud smash. Altus swiftly shuffled to the opposite side with a loud scream of pain and halted, bending down at the waistline. Strawn scooted sideways and held the handle with a pair of cupped hands, pressing the button. A set of tiny blades exposed along the smooth rod. He lifted the rod and racked the row of blades up and through the face of Altus. The royal swiftly stood upright with a blinded eyeball and tumbled to the side, landing on top of the floor. Strawn slapped down the rod sideways over and over into the cheekbone of Altus and beat the face into a bloody mess. Altus continued to yell on top of the floor without standing upright from the pain and then slumped down over the floor, stilling in silence of death.

The rod of tiny blades flew into the bicep of Cumberrun, racking the arm, cutting into the exterior skin. Cumberrun side stepped with a sneer and then back stepped on a leg, swiftly twirling in a complete circle, slapping the rod into the bicep of Jarl. Jarl tumbled backwards into the console panel with a sneer, standing upright, racing back towards Cumberrun with a growl, holding the shaft over the top of the hair roots.

Strawn turned with a smile to see Cumberrun. “Don’t bleed the bastard all over the control panel, Cumberrat, because I ain’t steering the dirty bloody glass console with flight. And hurry up, bro! I finished my task. We have to use this ship to find the rest of our other princely brothers,” laughing.

“Shut it, Strawnella!” Cumberrun reared back a fist and slapped the face of Jarl with a sneer. Jarl tumbled backwards with a gasp of shock exposing a naked chest as each arm waved side to side with a yell. Cumberrun dashed ahead with a snarl towards Jarl and twirled the shaft side to side, over the arm up and down, flipping into the opposite hand and stopped, releasing the rod. The rod twirled through the air waves and slapped into the naked chest of Jarl. Jarl hit and tumbled backwards over the console glass again, landing on top of the naked chest. The rod of tiny blades embedded into the exterior skin and sliced into the heart organ. Jarl wiggled side to side on top of the floor rand then stopped moving in death. Cumberrun dashed ahead and leaped into the air, landing on top of the back spine of jarl with a loud crack of bones.

Strawn groaned with a distorted face at the dead body, “Really? Was that move really necessary, Cumberlynn?”

He jumped up and down on top of the dead body with a growl. “Yes, it was,” he stopped with an angry huff and stepped backwards onto the bloody floor, leaning down, grabbing the arm, and dragged the dead body of Jarl towards the open archway with a loud grunt. “We still don’t know the two unknown faces of our dead brothers.”

Strawn leaned down and grabbed the arm, dragging the dead body of Altus towards the open hatchway with a sneer. “We’ll figure it out later, after we return back and bury our dead kinfolks.”

Cumberrun tossed the body out the opening as it landed down into the row of crops with a heavy grunt. He reached up and wiped off the bloody face with a sneer. “We’re running out of kinfolks, brother,” he spun around from the open archway and the dead body dashing ahead towards the pilot seat with a sour frown, “Let’s get this ship airborne then! We gotta find the rest of our brothers or the royals.” He reached over and pressed the button. The hatchway shut with a soft thud. Then, the overhead artificial lights illuminated on top of the hair roots.

Strawn tossed the dead body of Altus into the air. It landed on top of the row of crops with a loud thud. At the console, Cumberrun reached over and pressed the button. The opening lifted and shut half-way up with a sour slurp. Then, the overhead artificial lights illuminated on top of the hair roots. Strawn spun around with a confused brow and slid down into the co-pilot seat. “The airship isn’t powered.”

Cumberrun reached out and rotated both hands, smearing the heavy splatters of wet red tinted blood over the glass with a smile. The engines burst into heat and power. “Yeah, it is. An airship does not lift into the skyline with the hatch doorway fully open, only half-way opened. I pressed the button and then activated the engine power. Now, the airship will fly but not very high. We now sail through the air waves towards the raising puffs of black, brown, and white smoke. That looks like it is located within one of the closest Artist Villages. So, we’ll meet and greet the next set of nasty royals and then kill them with our pleasure and our lust and our Pamburg proud and finally our happiness.” The airship roared with power.

Strawn nodded with a wicked grin at the plumes of smoke through the viewing windshield, “Yeah!” The ship slowly launched up from the rows of plants and swiftly sailed through the air waves.

 

 

 

Kingdom of the Sand

Home of Imperator Kung, his wife Imperatoress Haildrameme

with first royal Princess Pelf and second royal Princess Nixie

 

Social Tower outdoor location

Tan beach setting with streaks of yellow dancing lightning bolts

Hot sizzling temperatures with dull sunshine

 

 

Pio reached down with a soft grunt and lifted the piece of metal, reaching out, placing it inside the hovering trash receptacle along with the other abused and good metal parts. “Where were you?”

Nixie slowly scooted around a dead body, a piece of airship part, and another dead body with a smile, coming from the archway of the Social Tower, stopping, and stood in front of Pio, but Nixie was safely behind the hovering metal trash bin, in case, bitch princess Pio wanted to use her deadly shaft with an accurate the kill shot at the pretty skull of Nixie. “I was watching.”

Near the middle of the sands, Kamela swiftly dashed ahead and lifted, slamming her personal shaft down into skull of another injured native with a sneer. She had participated in the short but sweet battle with a set of dark skinned males, a few Sand servants, and numerous natives, who dared to pissed off her ass. The deadly impact with the single blade killed and ended the suffering of the foolish native that lost the fight with the strangers of dark skinned natives. She quickly moved ahead and wiped the fresh blood off her shaft with a sneer, stopping and stood beside Nixie with a growl at the hidden body of Pio.

Pio reached down and touched another piece of metal with a sneer. “Where were you?”

Kamela continued to stand next to Pio and wipe the blood from her shaft with a soft growl at the back spine of Pio. “I was fighting.”

“Where were you?” Pio stood upright and held the piece of metal with a sneer at Ovilla.

Ovilla danced around each dead body with a gasp and held the dress hem of the gown, stopping, and stood beside the nose profile of Nixie with a smile to Pio. “I was hiding.”

Kamela laughed out loud with a nod at the princess. “Princess Ovilla always tells the truth unlike bitch Nixie.”

Nixie stood on the opposite side of the trash receptacle bin and safe from bitch princess Kamela too, turning with a sneer to see Kamela. “I tell the truth.”

“Only when the truth works to your advantage,” Kamela laughed with Pio and Ovilla.

“What a fucking ass mess? Who was that race of dark skinned people? I don’t remember seeing them before at the populous of the people events.” Ovilla turned and scanned the dead bodies with a frown.

Pio reached over and dropped a twisted piece of airship metal down into the large waste bin with a loud crash. “I don’t know. I don’t care. They’re all dead now. I sent in one of my loyal teams of metalists to take care of them. They were hiding out inside the scrub forest for some reason. They are all now dead for my reason. Now, every female body and their associated parts get to work right now within the sands. We gotta clean up this mess over the sands, before our parents arrive home from the battle.”

The Educator scooted around each dead body with a smile while cleaning off the bloody shaft. He had participated in the short and sweet battle against the Confederation natives. He wasn’t bad with a shaft either. He offered to assist that single lost father of the Freelands in finding the rest of the group of lost daughters. But now, each lost father from the Freelands was dead and rested in silence peace on top of the tan colored sands and the remaining group of lost fathers turned tail and ran away from the gang of fighting Confederation native, heading back towards the Freelands. He guessed. The Educator stopped and stood beside the nose profile of Pio and Kamela with a fake smile at the two other teen royals. “All of the teen royals have survived the mini-battle. I see and smell,” laughing.

“Where were you located at during the mini-battle, Educator?” Kamela turned and sneered into the nose profile of Educator. She had killed several Sand servants, who had decided to meet her shaft and attack her royal body for some shit and giggles.

He faked a smile at Ovilla. “I was afraid and stayed inside my sand castle bedroom during the mini-war like a true chicken shit, Princess Kamela. However, Imperator Kung has summoned me. I am to fly out to see him on top of the mountain castle within the Pamburg Kingdom.”

Nixie tossed both arms into the air with a smile. “Hurrah! We win the battle out there. We own the lands of the Pamburg Kingdom. I’m going to become the new Pamburg queen. So everyone, kneel down and kiss my yellow tinted toes.”

“A set of ten yellow tinted toes is a sign of a deadly infection within your royal body, non-queen Nixie. Too bad, girl! So sad, honey! Good ridden, bitch! You are going to die, before you will never be selected as the new Pamburg queen,” Kamela laughed with Pio and Ovilla.

The Educator exhaled with a fake smile. “It would seem so.”

Nixie growled at the Educator. “What did you say, Educator?” The Educator continued to fake a smile.

“He agrees with me,” Kamela slapped a chest with a giggle at Nixie.

Nixie frowned. “It is the colored selection of my nail polish of yellow on my ten painted toes of nails, bitch.”

The Educator exhaled with a fake smile. “It would seem so that the Confederation royals have defeated the Pamburg princes in the game of war. Imperator Kung also gave a second order for the rest of the teen royals here within the Kingdom of the Sand. The Time of Recognition will be held tomorrow morning at ten o’clock. Each teen royal is to report inside the Assembly Hall at nine o’clock for his vocal instructions through each pink tinted face patch. Then, you will leave the Assembly Hall and dress in your costume for the Nab, the Numb play. After the play, the populous of the people will pick out the winner of the event. Then, the winner…”

“What populous of the people? They’re all dead and gone here on top of the red bloody and tan colored sand. So, I’m the winner by default,” Nixie tossed both arms into the air with a smile and then dropped down the arms, slapping the dirty gown with a nod.

Ovilla turned and sneered at the nose profile of Nixie. “The populous of the people is all alive and well, Nixie. You are not the winner of anything, but the best whore within the Kingdom of the Sand or the entire Confederation, Nixie.”

The Educator nodded with a smile at Nixie. “Ovilla is correct.”

Nixie growled at the Educator again. “What did you say, Educator?” The Educator continued to fake a smile at Nixie.

“He agrees with me,” Kamela slapped a chest with a giggle at Nixie. “I am the best whore within the Confederation kingdoms. I possess the most bottles of live baby fetuses. It does not matter who the winner of the populous of the people is, since I’m going to be the next new Imperatoress.”

Nixie tossed both arms into the air with a laugh. “Take it! Keep it! I am going to be the new Pamburg queen who is the bigger and the better and…”

“…the bitchiest of them all. Shut it up, Nixie!” Pio exhaled with a huff of annoyance. “What did Kung say for each royal teen, Educator?” Nixie continued to smile in silence, since she was going to marry Modoc and become the new queen of the Confederation.

The Educator faked a smile at each royal teen. “Now, each teen royal will retire for the evening. You need to practice your role lines or skills or whatever. You need to eat your supper, brush your teeth, and go to bed. The hour of nine tomorrow morning will arrive very soon. Shoo! Get moving!”

Pio turned to see the sands and frowned down at the array of broken parts of airships and the set of dead bodies. “What about all this mess of metal and dead bodies on top of the sands?”

The Educator continued to fake a smile. “The Sand servants will clean up the mess on top of the sands and decorate the Assembly Hall for the Nab, the Numb play props for tomorrow morning. Get going back to your individual sand castle, now, teens!” He back stepped from Pio and scooted around the teens, moving towards the opposite side of the Social Tower with a frown.

Ovilla spun around with a puzzled brow and watched the back spine of the servant. “Why is he walking towards the ocean side of the Social Tower building? There’s nothing there but the cold ocean waters and lots of tan colored sand.”

Nixie continued to stand with a smile and held the dress hem up without staining the fabric coming from the blood-tinted grains of sand. “He just told you, nab princess. He’s going to service my royal queen mother with foods and drinks within the Pamburg Kingdom, over there. I wish I could go and see my mother.”

Pio turned and stared at the back spine of the moving servant. “A functioning and hidden airship is located on the ocean side over there which Kung does not use but possesses for some reason.”

“Kung uses it to call for a Sand servant. I’m leaving from here too. I’m going back home to my kingdom on the snowy mountain and wait for my parents,” Kamela back stepped away from the trash receptacle and scooted around the metal bin with a sour frown, moving ahead towards the Social Tower also without the comfort of her two brothers. They were still fighting against the Pamburg princes. She wished that they would hurry up and come back home to the Confederation. She scooted around each dead body and burnt piece of metal, taking the same footpath as the Sand servant.

Ovilla spun around with a puzzled brow and watched the back spine of Kamela. “Where is she going? What is she doing?”

Nixie danced side to side with happiness behind the metal trash receptacle and away from the long arms of Pio. “Kamela is heading towards the other side of the Social Tower.”

Ovilla continued to frown at the back spine of Kamela. “There’s nothing there but the cold ocean waters and lots of tan colored sand. The Educator has taken the only airship and now flies through the air.”

Pio squatted down, and reached out, lifting upward a burnt piece of metal in the air. “Her transport is located over there,” she stood upright with a stern face and dumped the piece of nasty garage down into the bin which sounded with a loud thump.

Ovilla continued to stare with a confused brow at the back spine of Kamela. “O. What transport?”

Pio dropped back down and collected body parts of dead natives. “Her personal transport is located over there.”

Ovilla continued to stare with a confused brow at the Social Tower. Kamela had turned the corner and disappeared from eyesight. “What personal transport? I don’t have a personal transport. I fly with my brother Exmore or my parents or my…”

“Stop yakking! Get to work and clean up this mess, princesses!” Pio stood upright from the dirty sands with a loud sneer to see Ovilla and then Nixie, reaching out, dumping the garage into the trash bin.

Nixie back stepped with a giggle from the nasty trash receptacle and scooted away from Pio and the metal object, dashing towards her personal sand castle. “I agree with Pio. Yes, I am getting to work. I need to practice wearing my new dress for my role as queen of the play.”

Ovilla spun around with a giggle and scooted around a sneering Pio and the nasty trash receptacle also, racing ahead, pulling up with a smile beside the nose profile of Nixie, “Me, too! I must walk around my private bedroom without tripping over the long length of my dress for the play too. The dress train is two feet long.”

Nixie moved ahead with Ovilla with a laugh. “My dress train is three feet longer.”

Ovilla laughed out loud. “O. My dress train is four feet longer than yours.”

“O. My dress train is five feet longer than yours.”

Ovilla shouted out loud in the far distance towards the rows of sand castles. “My dress train is…”

Beside the trash receptacle, the voice of metalist shouted out loud, “Pio!” The metalist appeared and stood behind the back spine of Pio.

“Yeah!” Pio stared at the back spine of Nixie and then Ovilla as each princess separated and then entered back into a personal sand castle.

She exhaled. “It’s getting darker, since the sunset is blazing. The moonlight is slowly coming out. When are we all going back to our cave holes to rest and eat the evening meal?”

“We work until the work is done. Eat and work!” Pio dropped down to the sands with a sneer and reached out, picking up another piece of dead body part.

She stared with a puzzled brow at the scrub forest. “When is the scout team of metalist coming back from scrub forest? There are numerous sets of wavering faint lights out there. Are they playing and having some fun inside the sands, the scrubs, and the ocean waters?”

Pio stood upright from the sands with a sneer and stared at the scrub forest, seeing a series of faint light. The team of metalists had killed the enemy and was having fun in the water. “The scout team did a good job killing the vile enemy. They deserve some fun. Get back to work and eat your meal!” She wanted to play in the ocean waters too. The metalist slowly back stepped with a sour frown from the back spine of Pio in furious silence and spun around, moving back to work with disappointment.

The Educator stopped and stood in front of the archway of the Social Tower with a smile at Modoc, who did not fight in the battle. “The mini-battle is over. You’re safe, Prince Modoc. You must retire to the sand castle. Tomorrow is the Time of Recognition. I might assume that you and Pelf would be marry by early afternoon tomorrow and settled as the new imperator and imperatoress of the Confederation. I am leaving now and flying to see Kung. He has new orders for me.”

Modoc nodded with a smile. “Thanks for the shared information, Educator. I will do that.” The Educator moved ahead with a frown and swiftly entered the non-damaged airship that stood on top of the shallow water and non-bloody sand grains, flying the ship away from the Kingdom of the Sand. Modoc turned around and scanned the ground that showed group of scattered dead bodies and piles of burnt metal parts coming from all the destroyed airships, slowly moving ahead to find his girl Pelf.

The sand castle entrance door slid open. Pelf ran outside and stopped in front of the first dead body of a male with a gasp, reaching down, snatching up the shaft of the dead male into the crook of her folded arm with a stern face and a whisper for her eardrums only. “I need sixty shafts for sixty Tetragons to fight within the next battle with the princes. The princes looked like a set of pretty good fighters, but they will be no problem for a talented warrior, like me. I’ll teach each Tetragon to fight and then lead them into the final war battle. Then, my father cannot deny their duty of fighting and their freedom of life here within the Kingdom of the Sand,” she slowly moved ahead and continued to steal and gather the next shaft from the dead person with a smile.

Modoc raced around each dead body with fear looking for Pelf, seeing a folded body near her sand castle and dashed ahead with a worried brow. He slammed into the side of her face. She dropped down all the gathered shafts with a gasp. He leaned down and grabbed her body, standing upright, cuddling her into his worried brow. “I was worried about you. Did you see the mini-battle with the…the others?”

“I’m okay,” She struggled from his hug and squatted down, reaching out for one of the grounded bloody shaft.

He squatted down with a confused brow next to her face. “What are you doing?”

She gently touched the bloody shaft with a smile. “I…I am helping to clean up…up the grounds. It is a mess. My father will be most unpleased.”

“Let the servants do that!” Modoc reached out and shoved the bloody shaft out of her hand, reaching back, helping her to stand upright again with a smile into her cheekbone. “Kung has given out a new order which has been brought by the Educator. Tomorrow is the Time of Recognition. We participate in that stupid play and then you and I will get married at noon time. How does that sound?”

She faked a smile and stared down at the bloody shaft. “I have a new rule too.”

“That sounds lovely,” he chuckled. “Then, we become the new imperator and imperatoress of the Confederation and take over the kingdom. Then, we can become one. How does that sound?”

“I want to…”

He smiled. “That sounds lovely too. I need to go back and study my lines for the Nab, the Numb play. You should go back into your sand castle and do the same thing.”

“I…”

He grinned with a nod at her. “That sounds lovely also. I will see you tomorrow at nine o’clock inside the Assembly Hall. One more day, then we’ll be married as husband and wife. Your father has to tell the populous of the people about the play.”

She looked down with a puzzled brow to see all scattered groups of numerous dead bodies. “It looks like the populous of the people is dead.”

He leaned over and hugged her, pulling back with a smile, “Naw! There are more populous of people within the kingdoms.”

“Where did the…?”

“It’s time for all of us to retire back into our individual sand castle. I wanna a bath and a plate of food. I’ll see you tomorrow inside the Assembly Hall at nine o’clock for the Time of Recognition play,” he slowly strolled ahead with Pelf towards her sand castle and stopped in front of the closed door with a grin without kissing or hugging his girl with respect of princely love and admiration. “I love you, Pelf. Tomorrow will be fun for all!” He back stepped with a fake smile to Pelf and spun around with a deep sigh, swiftly dashing towards his personal sand castle, ending a long day of success, failure, sadness, and happiness of life.

Pelf stood in front of the closed door with a stern face and turned to face the trashy sands, watching the back spine of moving Modoc with a whisper for her eardrums only, “Yeah!” She returned with a sour frown to face the closed door and slapped the metal door with a dirty finger. The entrance door slid open in silence. She slowly entered the building while pondering her future with a worried brow.

Near the trash receptacle, a second metalist dashed ahead with panic and stopped, standing behind the back spine of Pio with a worried brow, “Pio!”

“Yeah!” Pio continued to stare at set of faint lights and wished for some fun now. There will be no more fun, since her boyfriend royal Vantrey was dead and buried in the traditional royal funeral this afternoon. She would become an old maiden spinster with love and life.

The metalist thumbed back over a collar bone with a worried brow. “There is single River Rat speed boat which is docked at the shoreline. The sailor wants to see a royal.”

“Yeah!” Pio spun around with a gasp and scooted around the female metalist, dashing towards the speed boat with a worried brow, stopping and stood in the shallow water.

The sailer of the speed boat stood upright inside the boat and extended a white colored bag with a laugh. “I gotta a sweet gift for you, your highness!” He continued to laugh.

She reached out and grabbed the bag with a hiss, staring down at the wet and bloody contents of the human with a sneer. “Did you do this to second royal prince Exmore from the Kingdom of the Wind?”

The sailor laughed, “Naw! I wrestled it from the gator that was eating the skinny little body. Do I get a reward, honey?”

She pulled the bag near a chest with a sneer, “Yeah sir! Stay right there! I’ll go and fetch a piece of rotten cheesecake with my personal set of mouth vomit on top for your reward, River Rat scum.”

“No thanks, royal!” He laughed out loud as the captain of the speed boat pulled away from the shoreline and then disappeared into the darkness of the night.

Pio shouted out with a sneer, “You’re welcome!” She back stepped from the shallow water with a sigh of sadness and spun around with the small bag that contained body parts of Exmore, slowly moving ahead towards the Social Tower. There would be a second royal funeral on this long heated day. Second royal prince Exmore was dead too for some reason beside a gator bit of imprinted fangs. She reached the platform and slowly climbed up each step with a sour frown while working with the staff of Sand servants inside the Assembly Hall, completing the royal funeral without assistance from any other royal. Each royal was rehearsing their individual lines for the public presentation play. His royal princess sister Ovilla didn’t really care and was busy walking around in her puffy dress inside her private sand castle, preparing for the Time of Recognition event tomorrow morning.

 

 

Pamburg Kingdom

Home of dead King Conic and his wife dead Queen Shemerry

and thirteen dead princesses

and single live and breathing Princess Teath

 

Mountain castle location

Ground level setting

Warm temperatures with parted clouds of dull sunlight

 

 

On top of the mountain soil, a single airship smooth landed down onto the ground soil without incident. The hatchway door opened. The walking ramp released and then slid down onto the soft soil. The Educator reached over and pressed the buttons with a deep sigh, killing the engine. He slid out from the pilot seat in silence and spun around, slowly moving out the ship and over the yellow soil of the Pamburg Kingdom. He did not bother to survey the land, the sky, the swamp waters, since he was the personal Sand servant that had accompanied three different imperators into the Pamburg Kingdom on the second day of their eighteen-year-old royal reign.

He swiftly moved ahead and climbed the familiar rock covered staircase while smelling first and then noticing with the eyeballs second an array of numerous chopped up bloody bodies on top of the second level floor within the throne room of the Pamburg princesses. He was both shocked and numb. The chicken shit gang of wild ass confederation teen males had actually killed all the fourteen princesses and the fourteen princes.

He continued to climb the exterior staircase and stomped onto the third level hard surface of rock which provided an exterior balcony, where each Pamburg princess lived inside a princess dome. He also had toured the mountain castle with each Pamburg king and the new Confederation Imperator. He slowly strolled down the outside balcony while spying inside each princess dome feeling sadness for every young princess. Each precious life had been sniffed out by a vicious and vile confederation royal male.

The Educator could understand the sorrow, since his life was one of permanent imprisonment and brutal slavery to the Confederation royal snobbery, especially Imperator Kung.

He reached the end of the outside balcony and turned the mountain rocky corner, slowly descending down a second exterior rock-covered staircase again, carefully entering an open cavern mouth. He slowly moved inside the new space with a gasp and halted with a puzzled brow. Around the curved solid rock wall, there was series of an individual dug out rough looking holes, where each older Pamburg Lady lived and stayed, who had cared for each young Pamburg teen princess. So, each Pamburg Lady was dead also and rested inside the princess throne room by the hand of wild and crazy Confederation teen male.

He slowly turned to see each wall and found a rough hole within the side wall with a gasp of shock, slowly moving inside the hole that had to been curved out by one of the wild teen males also. He truly could not believe the set of might and fight of each Confederation teen male. In the future, the Educator would be kinder with a word and softer with a sneer at each back spine of each royal teen. He continued to climb the winding rock covered staircase and stomped onto a smooth surface with a gasp.

The king dome was an open structure without a wall or a window, displaying for the eyeballs miles and miles of the colorful landscape including the green colored swamps, some of the white colored gators, the yellow tinted islands, the pink tinted mountains, the blue tinted ocean waters.

Inside the king dome, Kung continued to sit inside the oversized throne chair and tossed back a skull with a loud grunt and as a hand continued to massage the naked penis. His penis was elongated and wet from the excitement of the masturbation sex action during the water trip. He exhaled with a huff of air and a loud grunt.

The Educator heard the familiar royal grunt and spun around to see Kung with a gasp.

A puddle of hot sperm sprayed out from the elongated penis flooding the hand, both naked legs and the throne seat and as Kung smiled with delightful pleasure of his personal orgasm.

The Educator exhaled with a huff of annoyance and slowly advanced to stoop down and then suck the exploded dick of his king like always.

A hand lifted into the air and as Kung continued to caress his penis with a set of closed eyelashes while extracting the rest of hot sperm into the air and over his hand, hoping to find and locate the bed chamber of the king on the second floor of the mountain castle for a short catnap.

The Educator stopped with a gasp in place and turned with a puzzled brow to see the fucking action around the lake. Each husband-king was fucking a different wife-queen. He gasped in alarm at the decadence of lust and the self-indulgence of incest. Some of the royals are brothers and sisters.

On top of the throne seat, Kung performed an ugly yawn of sleep with a goofy smile of satisfaction, slowly whispering into the white tinted earring stub fact patch. “Educator, use the airship and go collecting up our group of brave and bold teen male royals. They have killed all the Pamburg princes. However, each Confederation teen royal had to run across the openness of the landmass. Bring back each royal and the severed head of each dead Pamburg prince. My wife Haildrameme wants to display each severed Pamburg prince head around my new throne room right here. Please hurry before the sun collides down into the nighttime. And take each Confederation royal back to the Kingdom of the Sand. Each royal teen will perform in the Nab, the Numb play tomorrow morning. Then, the Pamburg Kingdom will have a new Pamburg prince and princess couple which will be my daughter Pelf and some young male teen. I should remain as the king of the entire continent until my death, of course. Dismissed! Away with you now! Get going!”

The Educator did not view Kung but heard the whispered words of Kung through the face patch with a soft chuckle at the naked gang of fucking royals. He spun around with a smile and swiftly moved back down the rock covered staircase with a set of springy steps to find and locate each Confederation teen royal for a trip back home within the Kingdom of the Sand.

 

 

Artist Village location

Airship trip of Strawn and his princely brother Cumberrun

Warm temperatures with dull sunshine

 

 

The Pamburg airship soared with a long tail of rich black tinted smoke over the running herd of colored horses and as pilot Cumberrun steered the aircraft towards a scene of short and tall plumes of colored smoke. Within the Artist Village, each tall and elegant structure had burned down to the ground creating a scene of ugly destruction of the once lovely Pamburg village. Cumberrun spun the ship around and flew backwards through the air waves with a sneer. “Don’t start with me, Strawn! The engines are damaged. I had to fly it backwards and then land on top of the dirt. Or we’ll land inside one of the burning fires and then burn up and then die.” The airship swiftly dropped down onto the hard soil as a set of gray ashes flew up into the air waves. He reached over and pressed the button. The hatchway door did not move but continued to stand half-way open. “It’s broken. Get out, Strawn!” He reached over and pressed a second button. The engines died in plumes of black tinted smoke and red colored heat.

Strawn scooted off the co-pilot seat and spun around with a stern face, advancing towards the open archway, sliding down underneath the half-way door. He landed on top of the warm pink soil and dashed around the side of the curved ship, skidding with a halt and a huff of angry at the total destruction of the Artist Village within his precious homeland. “What has happened here? Who did this awful thing?” A swish of a flying shaft sailed through the air waves and hit, slicing into the neck of the running horse. The injured horse tumbled sideways and then dropped down, falling on top of the warm pink soil while kicking all four legs into the air with suffering pain.

Cumberrun slid down through the half-way opening to see the injury horse and raced ahead towards the fallen horse, stopping, and stood in front of the mammal skull. He lifted and then dropped down, smashing his personal shaft of exposed blade points down into the healthy skull of the mammal. He killed the horse dead to prevent more suffering of an innocent mammal with a sneer.

Strawn raced ahead and halted beside Cumberrun with a gasp at the dead horse. “What did that awful thing too?”

“I did.” A deep voice echoed out loud and stood in place between the two grounded airships airship. Qcraft slowly advanced ahead with a sneer towards see two alive and breathing prince skull trophies that will add to his growing collection which will be displayed over a long wooden shelf above his bed mattress inside his new princely room inside the purple castle mountain.

Cumberrun and Strawn both spun around from the dead horse with a gasp to see Qcraft. Strawn slowly side stepped with a grin at Qcraft, “Hmm! Another piece of Confederation trash, it smells awful to my nostrils, brother. And he is equal to your height and your weight, Cumberrun. Go and get him, prince!” He continued to side step from Cumberrun and the Confederation prince with a grin.

Cumberrun turned with a frown to see Strawn, who continued to scoot away from the upcoming bloody fight. He exhaled with a grin and a nod to Strawn, “Yeah! Another stinky piece of garage that has escaped from the Confederation trash can! Well, it will be an even fight with me, of course. Okay!” He turned with a smile and a shout out to see Qcraft. “Hey, buddy! Me and you are going to dance the death of the swirling shafts. I love all those dangerous dance moves which end up with your ugly skull inside the palm of my hand,” he lifted up the arm even with the ground and wiggled the fingers with a laugh.

Qcraft advanced over the pink soil with a growl whipping the shaft above the hair roots.

Strawn stopped and stood next to rows of broken and busted parts and pieces of life-sized granite statues, pointing with a laugh at the naked chest on Qcraft. “Hey! He’s shirtless too. What? Does the Confederation administration lack a room of sewing machines and a row of sewing seamstresses for making one fucking ass shirt? Take off your battle vest, Cumberrat! Then, you, two will be equal in height, weight, and muscle,” laughing.

“Take off your trousers, too, rat prince! Then, I can cut off your dick after I cut off your skull.” Qcraft growled.

Strawn laughed. “Man, that piece of Confederation trash is brave and bold. Go and get him, prince!”

Cumberrun lifted and placed the middle of the rod inside the mouth, holding it in place with the tongue and the front row of teeth, reaching down and removed the battle vest with a sneer, dropping it on top of the soil with a growl. He spat out the shaft and caught it in one hand, lifting the shaft, spinning it near a smile. “Hey! Where did you get that second shaft that spins around your ugly skull?” He spun around with a gasp and a nod, swinging around with a sneer to Qcraft. “You stole that shaft from my brother.”

Qcraft swiftly dashed ahead with a roaring laugh and dropped down the shaft, twirling it on each side of the body with a laugh. “Well, if this is your property, then come and get it from me, prince.”

Cumberrun ran ahead and twirled the shaft in one hand with a sneer at Qcraft. “It will be my great pleasure to beat the smelly shit outta of your asshole and retrieve the shaft of my princely brother in one single swift death kill.”

Qcraft swung the shaft down in front of the kneecaps at the legs of Cumberrun. Cumberrun anticipated the move and stopped, swiftly dashing backwards as the shaft struck only air molecules. Cumberrun whipped the shaft around the back spine and slid a cupped hand down to the bigger tip while pressing the flush button. He lifted into the air and dropped down, slamming the smaller tip with an exposed sharp blade into the exposed forehead of Qcraft.

Strawn continued to stand next to the rows of busted statutes with a laugh. “Great wound, Cumberrat! Hit him again in the dick this time!” Cumberrun stood in place with a smile and flipped the shaft side to side of his body while pressing another flush buttons that exposed an array of vertical blades along the neck of rod with a laugh.

Qcraft tumbled backwards from Cumberrun in a painful growl and stopped, reaching up with a sour frown, touching the wet blood and open wound with a snarl. “I’m coming for you next, princely cheerleader!”

Strawn stood upright and slapped the chest, “Big words coming from a little smelly boy! You gotta get passed my bigger pissed off princely brother to kill me, second.” He laughed with Cumberrun.

Cumberrun nodded with a laugh and slapped the chest with a sneer, “Yeah! Come and try to kill me, first, little boy!” Qcraft advanced ahead towards Cumberrun with a sneer and spun the shaft towards the cheekbone of Cumberrun. The two shafts crashed with a set of tiny red colored sparks from the heated metal. “Yeah, I learned that move, too, my ugly new non-friend!” Cumberrun leaned into the rod and held the shaft steady with a laugh.

“You are strong, my new cutie pie non-friend.”

“I am the bigger, the stronger, the braver…” Cumberrun leaned into the rod of the shaft with a sneer at the opponent.

Qcraft back stepped with a growl and quickly broke the standoff, dropping the metal bigger tip of the shaft down the naked chest of Cumberrun without an exposed blade. He didn’t know where the flush button was on the strange shaft. Cumberrun back pedaled with a giggle from the tickling sensation of the smooth metal and reached up, rubbing the hard muscle without injury, twirling the shaft with the other hand with a laugh. He advanced ahead and twirling the shaft over the hair roots, swinging at the bicep of Qcraft with a direct hit as the blood proteins of Qcraft flew in the air waves.

Qcraft slid sideways with a snarl and reared back, dropping the shaft down on the naked collar bone of Cumberrun creating a big ugly bruise that will display tomorrow morning.

Cumberrun slide sideways in pain and tossing the shaft into the other hand, slapping the bigger tip into the naked chest of Qcraft while leaving a new blade tip imprint in red blood proteins. Cumberrun jerked back the left hand with the blade with a laugh.

Qcraft back pedaled with a gasp and then advanced ahead with a sneer, twirling the shaft in front of the naked chest around and around for protection and drama.

The other shaft hit the spinning rotation and ricocheted back into the air without a hit. Cumberrun spin around and duck down into a completed circle with a snarl and lifted a leg, slapping it forward into the exposed nose bridge of Qcraft, landing down on top of the warm dry soil.

Qcraft tumbled backwards with a snarl and bend down, sneezing out tons of fresh blood, standing upright, tossing a head backwards and held the nose to stop the bleeding.

Strawn continued to stand near the rows of busted pieces of granite statues and bounced up and down with a smile of victory while watching the fight. “Great kick! Do it again! Hit the nose again, Cumberrat! Get up from the ground, prince!” Cumberrun slowly stood upright and wiped off the blood from the lips and the cheekbone with a huff of exhaustion from the teenly fight, turning with a sneer to see happy and unharmed Strawn.

Qcraft tossed down a chin and ran full speed ahead at Cumberrun with a dripping trail of blood coming down from each nostril over the wounded naked chest, lifting the shaft over the hair roots. Cumberrun lifted the shaft and ran full speed ahead at Qcraft with a growl. Then, the two shafts smashed in the air near the forehead of each teen, dropping down towards the soil and then collided at the kneecap of each teen. Then, the two shafts broke apart and slapped in the air at the chest as each teen growled in angry. The two bodies twirled around in a circle as each shaft broke apart and slammed in the air with a shower of tiny red tinted sparks that marked a set of tiny pink burns on each naked chest.

Near the burning village, Strawn twisted to each side and bent the kneecaps, lifting, punching both fists into the air with a smile. “Hit him on the left side now! He’s blinded on the left side, Cumberrat! Good slice! The little boy is bleeding really good now,” he twisted to the other side and tripped over the busted piece of granite with a gasp, looking down with a sneer to see the piece of trash. He gasped in alarm and squatted down with a puzzled brow, reaching out and touched the piece of flesh of a human arm. The human arm was colored in pale tint and petrified like a rock. “Wow! Cumberrat, come over here and look at my new discovery!”

“I am busy right now, Strawnella!” Cumberrun ducked down towards the soil at the last second and scooted around the swinging shaft of Qcraft with a grunt of worry, standing upright behind the back spine of Qcraft, rearing back and slammed the rod of exposed blades with a loud grunt into the thick naked skin of Confederation royal.

Qcraft cried out loud in pain and dashed away from the prince with a sneer. Cumberrun pulled back and jerked the rod of blades out from the bloody skin, tearing and ripping the back spine tissue of Qcraft. Qcraft spun around with a growl and lifted the shaft with both fists into the air, dropping down the shaft onto the amber colored hair roots of Cumberrun.

Cumberrun back stepped with a gasp and lifted the shaft near a nose bridge, catching the arching blow from Qcraft that would have killed the skull with a snarl.

Strawn continued to squat down on top of the pink soil and withdrew a hand, reaching out with a gasp, touching the soft white tinted fur on a fossilized skull of a dead animal. “This is a dead animal, maybe a family pet. Come over here and look at this frozen furry thing, Cumberrat! Each piece of busted granite is really a piece of human body part or a piece of an animal.”

“I can’t come over and play with you right now, Strawn!” Cumberrun danced to the side but not fast enough as the flying bigger tip punched into the guts of Cumberrun. He dropped down on one knee while gasping for air. Qcraft advanced and lifted the shaft over the hair roots with a laugh when a second shaft twirled sideways through the air and slammed into the eyeball of Qcraft.

Qcraft swiftly back stepped in fear from the blinded eyeball while mouthing drooling in blood over the lips, dropping down the shaft on top of the soil, reaching up, covering the bloody face in horror and protection.

Cumberrun slowly stood upright with a smile and jogged ahead, swinging the shaft sideways through the air, slamming the rod of blades into the exposed rib cage on Qcraft, racking the weapon straight across the naked chest of the confederation prince. The rod of blades broke the rib cage bones and ripped off all the layers of dark skin, exposing the pumping heart on Qcraft. Qcraft continued to stand in place and cry out in terrible screams of pain. Cumberrun twirled the shaft over the amber colored hair roots and sliding a hand down to the button and pressed the button. The rod of blades disappeared back down into the smooth metal. He pressed a new button. A nasty long blade extended out from the bigger tip into the air wave. He reared back an arm and pitched forward, shoving the blade tip into the beating heart of Qcraft.

Qcraft roared in agony and reached down, grabbing the smooth shaft of Cumberrun. Cumberrun jerked the shaft backwards and carried out the stopped heart of Qcraft. Qcraft stood in place with a goofy grin and then collapsed down onto both kneecaps, falling forward on a face in death.

Cumberrun spun around with a sour frown and held up the bloody heart on the tip of the shaft with a sneer at Strawn. “Well, finally, I killed it! Why did it take you so long to join the fucking fight? I was losing the teen battle.”

Strawn continued to stand upright with a smile, after tossing away his shaft into the eyeball of Qcraft and then squatted back down, pointing down at each busted statues part with a grin, “Come over here and look at this, brother!”

Cumberrun moved ahead with a sigh and leaned down, dressing back into the battle vest, stopping, standing with a puzzled brow over the amber colored hair roots of Strawn, “Yeah! I see and confirm that it is a human hand of a dead female. So, what of a dead and severed limb, bro?”

“It is a fossilized hand of a female. Do you see the orange tinted fingernail polish on each fingernail? She died somehow here. She is dead right here. And she was buried upright and here inside a piece of granite.”

He looked up and turned with a sad face to see the burning village. “This is one of the Artist Villages, where all the artists used to live and thrive. Each artist had a talent like drawing a picture or painting on a piece of canvas or playing a musical instrument or dancing with feet. Here, each dead person is preserved in granite foreverly like that dead female. I guess that asshole Confederation prince slammed the airship down into all the upright rows of life-sized statutes that once stood in numerous rows in front of the village. I wished that he was alive, so I could kill his ass twice.”

Strawn stood upright with a puzzled brow and stared down at each busted piece of granite. “How did you know that about the granite statues with the preserved dead bodies?”

He turned and nodded to Strawn. “I visited here a few times. There was a pretty girl that played the flute. I liked her and her flute playing a lot. She was a very good musician. I wonder if she is dead too.”

Strawn side stepped from the rumble of broken granite and stopped with a deep sigh. “I have found the severed skull of Prince Lopeeco,” he looked up with a stern face and surveyed the destroyed village. “I think his headless body might be underneath al the big piles of granite stones.”

Cumberrun frowned, “Yeah. Dead is dead.”

Strawn nodded with a stern face. “Let’s go and continue to find out if a princely brother has survived another piece of Confederation trash!”

He exhaled with a huff of worry. “I doubt it. The more we travel around the kingdom, the more bodies of dead princely brothers we find.” Strawn moved ahead and slowly examined each piece of broken granite in silence.

Cumberrun slowly moved behind the back spine of Strawn while feeling depressed and sad, looking down, not seeing each fossilized human body part. The Confederation warriors were everywhere inside the Pamburg lands. He didn’t know how to rid the kingdom of the annoying pests. Maybe, he and Strawn should visit each village and form a quick army of foot soldiers. Then, the new army will fight and win the battle with the Confederation weasels.

Strawn halted and allowed Cumberrun to walk with him. “It wasn’t a fair fight with you against one dumb shit.”

Cumberrun laughed. “Well that single ass dumb shit was good, but I was greater. Let’s go and find our other kinfolk!” He wiped the blood from the face with a sour frown, moving ahead and entered the airship of Qcraft. He slid down and slapped both hands over the glass console with a stern face.

Strawn sat down inside the co-pilot seat and stared out the windshield. “Which direction are we heading out towards?”

“I think we should scout the land and go backward towards the Gate House. The rest of the kingdom leads into lots and lots of other Pamburg villages. If one of the Confederation dogs happened to land at another village, he and he is dead. The other villagers aren’t nice like the mellow and creative colony of artists.”

“Agreed!”

The airship lifted from the ground and soared over the landscape.

 

 

 

Kingdom of the Fire

Baron Vetepurr and three daughters first royal Princess Pio

and dead royal second princess Mio and third royal princess Nio

 

Royal underground metal pits

Cool temperatures with parted clouds of dull sunshine

Underground fire pit setting of Princess Teath of Pamburg Kingdom

 

 

The heavy steam inside one of the underground caves finally cleared and revealed the curled up body on top of the warm floor. Princess Teath from the Pamburg Kingdom was sound asleep from the exhaustion hand work after creating her own personal shaft. Teath had finished the long hours of work on her personal shaft creating the two balls, screwing each end into the long slender rob. The final and last process, Teath had placed the heated balls and the rod down into the stream of cold running water. The series of warm air molecules and the cold water had solidified the shaft together as a deadly weapon for the revenge and protection while creating a room of heavy steam molecules that made Teath very sleepy.

Each underground pit was very steamy and very heated. A live working body could not dress in too many fancy accessories, such like, a shirt or a tunic or a long ankle-length gown. The sizzling heat and steam would suffocate the human into instant death.

On the side wall in a circle of pink glow, the body outline of the dead mother of Teath smiled down at the sleeping face of her live daughter that showed a set of tiny pink tinted zigzags burns across the face, the chest, and the neck of the princess with a bald skull without the long amber locks.

Each mine worker wore a dark blue cloak that protected some of the skin coming from a series of the flaring sparks of hot metal. Each male metalist wore a naked chest which allowed the heat to sweat off a heated face and body. A pair of loose trousers caught the set of flying metal sparks and burnt the loose fabric, not the tender flesh of the male. A pair of short heavy walking boots protected the feet that allowed the metalist to continue to work or not to eat. Each male wore a set of long hair on the sides of the face and down the back spine. If a piece of flying metal hit the hair strand, then burned off the group of hair strands, not the delicate face tissue. Thus, the hairy skull was marred in a series of pink tinted vertical and horizontal parts like the comb contained a blade.

Each female wore a single band around the breasts for decency mostly. Some of the older female metalist went naked on the chest like the young males, since the chest and the breasts were deeply scarred beyond eyeball recognition, thus the long life of a metalist.

Each metalist worked with a pair of hands, not a mechanic ascension system of ropes or hooks that drops down a handful of softened rock particles down into a pit of burning cold flames of fire. If the metalist lived that long inside the underground pit without dying from metal poisoning or metal scar burns or metal shrapnel penetration.

Each female wore a set of loose trousers to catch the flying metal debris and save the legs which hang over pair of heavy walking boots for the care of the foot. Each female wore a set of long hair over the face and down the back spine which was additional protection for the human body from the tiny sparks of flying heated metals. However, each bone skull was burn-marred like each male with a series of vertical and horizontal pink tinted burnt skin that naturally parted the hair which covered the entire scalp.

If a metalist lost one foot or both feet due to the metal burns, the metalist was killed on sight. The metalist was put down to rest inside the after-light. The underground pits required working on a good pair of legs with a good set of feet. A limp metalist could not tote and carry a tube of heavy metal components or assist with a single vat of heavy metal liquid.

Baron Vetepurr was the owner of the all the underground pits as a head royal. He had one live daughter and two dead daughters in birthing order Pio, Mio, and Nio. Their metalist knowledge and skills required their full attention with a set of safety details for continuance of the metal component production which provided an assortment of metal parts for every mechanic item within the Confederation. Each royal princess daughter possessed an exposed and naked chest that was covered in a series of small to very large rusty colored skin burns.

Each female and male metalist worked with a naked chest which allowed the heat to sweat off a heated face and a sweaty body, if the metalist survived that long down inside one of the underground pits without dying from metal poisoning or a set of metal scar burns or the metal shrapnel penetration. If a metalist lost one naked foot or both feet due to the metal burns, the metalist was killed in death on sight. The metalist was put down to rest inside the after-light. The underground pits required that each metalist possessed a set working legs and a pair of good feet. A limp metalist could not tote and carry a tube of heavy metal components or assist with a single vat of heavy metal liquid.”

On the wall, the pink outline of the dead mother of Teath gasped in alarm and back stepped, disappearing from the solid wall of rock to investigate the loud noise. She was a spirit that could roam around the planet while hearing the faint sound of a single cricket song or the loud racket of each fighting Confederation native. She could appear on the front of any solid object, such like, metal, plaster, stone, and brick.

A few second later, the dead mother of Teath reappeared back onto the solid rock wall in a pink glowing circle and stared down with a worried brow and a whisper at her sleeping daughter. “You must continue to sleep until midnight, my live daughter. Then you must leave out from the Kingdom of the Fire. You might appear like a mine worker with a head of no more amber colored locks and a set of tiny pink tinted zigzags burns across the face, the chest, and the neck and a pair of half-painted silver tinted forearms to the elbow crooks, but you are not a metalist yet but still a Pamburg princess. And all the other seasoned metalists will notice that immediately and then kill you into death swiftly. So, you will seek a new home inside one of the sand castles within the Kingdom of the Sand and pretend to be a Confederation princess for a little while longer. The entire group of Confederation princes had been murdered for a good cause. However, something wonderful is about to happen to you, my live daughter. I love you, Teath!” The pink glow from the dead mother of Teath continued to monitor the sleeping princess and would awaken the teen to the danger and that it was time quickly move on.

 

 

 

Pamburg Kingdom

Home of dead King Conic and his wife dead Queen Shemerry

and thirteen dead princesses

and live and breathing Princess Teath

 

Mountain foot location

Snow landscape setting

Cold temperatures with dull sunshine

and three miles per hour winds

 

 

The nice flying Pamburg airship soared over each type of unique land terrain without spotting another princely airship or a princely brother or a nasty Confederation royal. Inside the cockpit, co-pilot Strawn continued to monitor the glass console for a body heat signature and as a pair of eyeballs scanned the terrain below for another dead or alive princely brother. Strawn pointed up at the windshield with a smile. “Land the ship! Land the ship! There’s our brother Octan near the mountain foot of snow. He’s alive and jumping up and down inside the snow. Land the ship now!”

“I’m landing the ship. We found another brother. I’m both sad and glad.” Cumberrun rotated both hands over the glass console with a smile. The airship slowed speed and halted, hovering in the air waves, slowly dropping down into the snow while burning the ice into puddles of steaming water. He reached out and pressed the series of buttons. The hatchway door opened. The ramp descended into the soft snow.

On the ground inside the snow, Octan moved ahead towards the parked airship and continued to jump up and down while waving both arms with a smile at the landing airship, “Yay! My brothers are here. I’m saved, saved, saved.”

Inside the cockpit of the parked ship, Strawn slid off the seat and spun around, dashing ahead, leaping down the ramp and smashed into the short body of Octan. He stood in place and wrapped a pair of arms around the young teen with happiness. Cumberrun and he had killed all the other Confederation royals which had invaded the Pamburg Kingdom and then had murdered the other princely brothers and all the Pamburg squires inside the Prince House. Now, there were three princes who were alive and could finish the hunt for the missing princess of the kingdom also. Then, one of the lucky princes would marry the princess to become the new king and queen of the Pamburg Kingdom. Right now, Strawn didn’t mind if he was not chosen by the misplace princess for marriage. He was alive and happy to be back at his home and to find another princely brother alive also.

Octan pulled back with a smile and a nod, showing a few pink cuts and blue bruises over the short body frame that wore a battle gear. “I’m so glad to see you alive and well, Strawn. Who else is inside the airship? Where are the other princes? Where’s Tantum and Ashebull and Wesuckie and…?”

Strawn exhaled with a fake smile and slowly back stepped from Octan inside the snow, turning to survey the new cold landscape with a worried brow. “Is Prince Gaspers and Vinton with you inside that damaged airship, Octan?”

Octan moved ahead and closely followed the front of Strawn through the mounds of snow with a smile, bouncing back and forth into the tallness of Strawn with a giggle of slight fear and protection, “Naw! Each one or two of us escaped out from the Gate House inside an individual airship as the gang of Confederation royals was attacking us. The airship of Gaspers with Vinton safely launched off the landing platform at the Gate House but one of those soaring f-bombs from the River Rats speed boat got him in the air. Gaspers and Vinton didn’t make it. They are dead. Where is Neave and Zibo? Have you seen them yet?” Strawn stopped in place as Octan slammed into the body with a giggle.

Inside the cockpit of the airship, Cumberrun slapped the button and then killed the engine with a cheer of happiness, sliding out the pilot seat, spinning around and dashed through the open archway of the ship. He turned off the ramp and ran ahead towards the low valley with a frozen pond and a row of short plant bushes that was all covered in white snow, where Strawn and Octan were almost sexual mating with joy. On top of the flat hill above the valley that was covered in snow also, a line of upright bodies appeared and stood in place while sounding with a set of loud grunts as the low sunlight shown in the colors of pinks, blues and yellows exaggerating the height of each teen into monster-proportions.

Cumberrun continued to run away from the airship with a worried brow and stopped, standing behind the back spine of Strawn, pointing up at the hilltop of snow with a shout out. “Look behind your ass, Strawn! There’s a row of new invaders that have crawled out from underneath another row of Confederation trash cans, again. I thought that we killed all of them sons of bitches over the past few hours during the heated afternoon inside every different type of terrain possible within the Pamburg Kingdom.” Strawn spun around with a gasp to see a row of tall and muscular teenagers.

Octan swung around with a gasp and pointed up at the super tall images of each teenager on the hilltop who didn’t wear a shirt, only a waving a shaft in the air with a loud sneer at the three princes below in the valley. “There, they are! That is them! They are here! They are here to attack me and chase after me. They, they are here to fight and…and kill me…”

Strawn exhaled with a huff of frustration. “Impossible! We killed all these confederation dogs throughout the kingdom a few hours ago. I am quite positive. I didn’t see or hear an airship land on top of the snow,” he shouted at the row of teen males on the hilltop. “Who are you, sir?”

On top of the snowy hillside, the middle tall and bulky teenager within the long row without a shirt wore a tone of dark tinted skin, where the entire chest and both arms up the neck were covered in a set of colorful tattoos. He sneered with a smirk and held up a cloth bag that contained two severed skulls of the princely brothers. “We’re backup.”

“Backup?” Cumberrun parked both hands on the hips and stared with a confused brow at the line of teens.

“Backup!” Strawn reached out with a gasp and grabbed onto the arm of Cumberrun, slowly moving them backwards from the long row of teen males on top of the hilltop with a worried brow.

“Backup?” Cumberrun moved backwards with Strawn while sneering in confusion at the line of teens.

“Backup!” Strawn continued to move backwards through the soft snow and pull on the naked forearm of Cumberrun with a worried brow.

Beside the nose profile of Strawn, Octan slowly moved backwards and whipped out his personal shaft, bouncing up and down on top of the snow, jabbing the big tip of the shaft at each young Confederation teen male with a smile and a shout. “Kill them! Get them now! Go and get them right now.” On top of the hill, each Confederation shaft lifted upward and then rotated around a set of hair roots or a bald mound, releasing from a cupped hand, soaring through the air waves with a soft whistle.

“Backup?” Cumberrun continued to move backwards and sneer at the line of teens without whipping out his shaft.

“Backup!” Strawn continued to move backwards and held the forearm of Cumberrun with a worried brow, slowly shuffling them away from the hillside and the line of teens and as he jerked backwards on the forearm of Cumberrun, dropping them both down, falling backwards into the soft snowy ground. Cumberrun rested on the back spine with a gasp of shock.

Each twirling shaft swirled sideways through the air waves with a soft whistle when one of the shafts hit and sliced through the naked throat muscle of an upright Octan, cutting off the skull at the neck bone. The severed head of Octan flew in the air and then landed down near the edge of the semi-frozen pond water. The upright body of dead Octan slowly tumbled forward and then landed down into the prettily white snowflakes while painting in red hues of death.

On top of the snowy hill, the middle teenager with the heavy body tattoos tossed both arms into the air with a laugh. “I did that. Me! I got it. It’s dead. Thank you very much! It was my great talent. Now, someone get down there and grab that severed head before it rolls over into the frozen water. I don’t like water.”

Cumberrun continued to rest down on a back spine in the snow with a soft sneer next to Strawn. “Another brother is down.”

“Another brother is dead.” Strawn released the forearm of Cumberrun and reached over, covering an exposed body with numerous snowflakes with a sneer, hiding inside the snow for protection. The row of Confederation teen males with a set of different skin tones, hair roots, and clothing slowly moved down the hillside towards Strawn and Cumberrun. “Cover thyself with snow right now.”

Cumberrun reached over and started to cover his body with snow and a soft sneer. “I feel hate.”

“I feel sad.”

Cumberrun growled, “Fight!”

“Run!”

Cumberrun snarled. “We fight!”

He exhaled with worry and slowly slid backwards with a white tinted body over the snowflakes towards the frozen pond. “We die. We crawl backwards and then slide sideways over the snow towards the edge of the mountain foot. Then we climb up and hide a body throughout the grove of tall trees that is also covered in snow too. They will not follow us. They don’t wear a shirt.”

Cumberrun slowly followed next to Strawn with a sneer. “We don’t wear furs.”

He smiled. “We will survive better than them. Move backwards over the snow and keep covered like a snow mouse! Get away from them! We live and fight for another day.” Strawn continued to crawl backwards with worry.

Cumberrun swiftly crawled backwards with a growl towards the pond water while watching the row of strangers. Each one tumbled down the hill slope. He swung around a body around and faced the pond with a whsiper to Strawn. “Turn around and kick a set of snowflakes towards the pond water.”

Strawn continued to crawl backwards over the snow with a puzzled brow. “Why? What for?”

Cumberrun halted and kicked out a foot covering the top of the semi-frozen pond with a set of scattered snowflakes with a smile. “Because, we were the stupid pair of princes that had stumbled, tumbled, and then fell down inside the pond of cold water and drowned to death while escaping from the array of flying shafts.”

“O! That’s good,” he quickly spun around inside the snow and crawled head while tossing a set of loose handful of snowballs and a several hard pieces of rock down into the pond. The top of the semi-frozen pond water displayed an array of loose white snowflakes and a set of ripping waves like something had dropped down into the water.

They slowly scooted sideways and quickly flipped a body upright over now, crawling ahead on both hands and kneecaps underneath the series of low tree branches and away from the frozen pond and the line of moving teen royals while hiding inside the thick forest of green and white in silence.

Before the pond water, the row of soldiers moved ahead and kicked at each mound of snow with a set of laughs and chuckles. Each Confederation teen stopped and stood at the edge of the frozen pond. The tallest teen squatted down and grabbed the severed head of Octan, standing upright, holding the severed skull above a bald mound with a laugh. “I got it. This is my prize.”

One of the shortest teens frowned down at the pond and the snow. “Where are the other two dead bodies that represented the amber curls of each dead prince? There were three upright bodies. I am most certain.”

An average height teen male pointed down at the pond with a sour frown. “And I am most certain that the other two dead princes have tumbled down into the large opening of the pond water. Look at the scattered loose and floating pile of snowflakes! And the pond water still ripples with wavering movement like something dropped down into the musky pond water.”

The tallest male teen laughed. “Go and get them!”

One of the tall and lean teen males sneered down at the pond water, “Naw! It’s too cold now! I’m not wearing a shirt like the other stupid royals.”

The average height teen looked up with a sneer to see the landscape of snow and mountains. “What do we do now?”

Each blue tinted devil horn red face patch sounded out loud with the tiny voice from the Educator. “Attention to all please! Come back and board onto the Confederation airship behind the hilltop! Imperator Kung has instructed that each one of you are to go back home within the Kingdom of the Sand for bedtime right now. Get moving right now!”

On the edge of snowy pond bank, the tallest teen male pitched the severed head of Octan down to the short male and then mouth spat down into the pond water with a sneer. “Why do we listen to a lowly Sand servant with a set of verbal instructions?”

The shortest teen male reached up and captured the severed bloody skull of Octan with a smile, spinning away from the pond and the tall teen with a laugh, dashing ahead over the snow towards the hilltop and said into the pair of two blue tinted pair of devil horn face patch. “Tomorrow morning is the Time of Recognition. Each one of us attends without question. Then, one of us becomes the new king of the continent which includes all the Confederation lands and the Pamburg Kingdom. I’m warning all of you, now. It will be me,” he reached up and slapped a naked chest with a laugh.

The average height teen spun around with a smile and pulled up beside the short teen, bumping into the naked bicep of the short teen with a laugh. “It will be me.”

The slender teen male spun around with a sneer and pulled up beside the average height teen, shoving a hand into the average height teen with a growl. “It will be me.”

The rest of the male teens spun around with a laugh and dashed beside another teen while playfully shoving and bumping into each body, climbing back up the hilltop, seeing the ground airship on top of the snow. The Educator stood beside the extended ramp of the ground airship and motioned with a hand and a stern face without speaking into the blue tinted devil horn face patch again.

The tallest teen male slowly spun around last and slowly moved ahead, halting at the foot of the snowy hilltop, slowly turning with a sneer to see the thick forest of snow and trees while sniffing the air waves and smelled the foul stench of another live and breathing Pamburg prince. He kneeled into the soft snow without climbing up the hill, hiding a body from the airship, the other teens, and the Educator without going back home within the Kingdom of the Sand. He wanted to finish the killing of each prince, so he could claim the title of king of the Pamburg lands.

On top of the snowy hilltop, the first teen, a short male led the group of teens with a smile and dashed ahead towards the walking ramp of the airship, tossing the severed bloody skull of Octan in the air towards the face of the Educator with a laugh, “A bloody prize from me!”

The Educator stood next to the extended ramp of the ground airship and reached out, capturing the severed skull with a fake smile and a soft groan. “Thank you, fourth royal prince Throck. Go and set beside your two dead royal brother princes Jarl and Altus from the Kingdom of the Land. We are heading back home to the Kingdom of the Sand to perform a funeral rite.”

The next teen male moved up the ramp without acknowledging the Educator. However, the Educator had to acknowledge the royal prince. “Welcome aboard, fourth royal prince Zennox. Go and set between your two dead royal brothers princes Ferron and Gannon from the Kingdom of the Lakes. We are heading back home to the Kingdom of the Sand to perform a funeral rite.”

The third teen male moved up the ramp without acknowledging the Educator. The Educator faked a smile. “Welcome aboard, fifth royal prince Krim. Go and set beside your two dead royal brother princes Jarl and Altus and the one live brother Throck all from the Kingdom of the Land. We’re heading back home to the Kingdom of the Sand to perform a funeral rite.”

The fourth teen male moved up the ramp without acknowledging the Educator. The Educator faked a smile. “Welcome aboard, fifth royal prince Opopsu. Go and set beside your two dead royal brother princes Datto and Lorchess from the Kingdom of the Snow. We’re heading back home to the Kingdom of the Sand to perform a funeral rite.”

The fifth teen male moved up the ramp without acknowledging the Educator. The Educator faked a smile. “Welcome aboard, fourth royal prince Rikida. Go and set beside your two dead royal brother princes Datto and Lorchess and your live brother Opopsu all from the Kingdom of the Snow. We’re heading back home to the Kingdom of the Sand to perform a funeral rite.”

The sixth teen male moved up the ramp without acknowledging the Educator. The Educator faked a smile. “Welcome aboard, fifth royal prince Holfax. Go and set beside your one dead royal brother prince Qcraft from the Kingdom of the Sun. We’re heading back home to the Kingdom of the Sand to perform a funeral rite.”

The seventh teen male moved up the ramp without acknowledging the Educator. The Educator faked a smile. “Welcome aboard, fifth royal prince Eary. Go and set beside your two dead royal brother princes Ferron and Gannon and your live brother Zennox all from the Kingdom of the Lakes. We’re heading back home to the Kingdom of the Sand to perform a funeral rite.” The Educator continued to stand beside the ramp in the cold weather within the Pamburg Kingdom with a stern face and narrowed the eyelids while scouting the pretty white scenery. He did not see another moving upright body of another semi-naked royal prince.

The Educator had quickly launched from the flat yellow tinted soil of the mountain castle and easily flew in the air waves, and found the first damaged Pamburg airship, where two Pamburg princes had been murdered on top of the small plot of soil. He had collected the two severed Pamburg princely skulls and had left the small patch of land without locating a Confederation prince either. It had been obviously that the Confederation royal had been successful with the royal mission. So, the Educator had loaded back inside the cockpit of the ship and flew between the set of fluffy white clouds without the array of colorful f-bombs coming directly from f-gun on each annoying River Rats speed boat platform. The wobbling line of speed boats had left the crystal made fence at the Pamburg Kingdom to annoy another set of flying airships somewhere else on the Delta waters.

The Educator had found a second damaged airship and had landed on top of the green flat grass, discovering the dead bodies of second prince Datto and third prince Lorchess from the Kingdom of the Snow. He also had found two Pamburg princely severed skulls, collecting them inside a cloth bag for Imperator Kung to give to his whore wife Imperatoress Haildrameme. However, a bold and brave Pamburg prince had successful murdered the pair of wild ass Confederation royal teen males.

Thus, the total dead had included two Confederation royal teens and four Pamburg princes.

The Educator had loaded back into the aircraft and then had swiftly flew towards the villages within the Pamburg Kingdom and located a third damaged airship, landing inside a field of prettily colorful wildflowers, finding the two dead bodies of first prince Ferron and second prince Gannon from the Kingdom of the Lakes. He also had discovered two Pamburg princely severed skulls as well.

Thus, the total dead had included four Confederation royals and six Pamburg princes.

He had resumed the flying mission and headed deeper into the kingdom lands, spotting the plumes of white smoke and a set of two damaged airships inside a field of food crops and landed, collecting the two dead bodies of second prince Jarl and third prince Altus from the Kingdom of the Land and two more Pamburg severed skulls.

Thus, the new total dead had included six Confederation royals and eight Pamburg princes.

The Educator had continued the flight over the landscape and as the radar had picked up the smoke and flames from the ugly destruction of one of the lovely Pamburg villages. He had swiftly landed the ship onto the pink tinted dirt and had watched the action.

Another unknown Pamburg airship had launched up from the destroyed village and flew over the rooftop of the Educator in the opposite direction toward the Gate House.

The Educator had waited until the unknown airship had been out of radar range and then he had flown and landed down in front of the smoldering ruins of a village. He had found the second prince Qcraft from the Kingdom of the Sun and one severed Pamburg skull, collecting the dead body and the skulls.

Thus, the new total dead had included seven Confederation royals and nine Pamburg princes. However, the Educator knew that first prince Vantrey from the Kingdom of the Sun was dead also. First prince Modoc from the Kingdom of the Land was alive and afraid to fight and then die like his princely friend. And second royal prince Exmore from the Kingdom of the Wind had not been among the dead or the live royals which created a mystery. Thus, there had been two more original royals coming from the line of seventeen-year-old males that were still alive to fight for the glory of the Confederation.

So, the new total dead had included eight Confederation royals and nine Pamburg princes.

However, the Educator also knew that there had been birthed each eighteenth year a set of fourteen Pamburg princes. Now, the other five princes had been uncovered.

The Educator had launched up from the destroyed village and followed behind the unknown airship that had been sailing towards the foot of the mountain range on the northern side of the kingdom, where the last of the Pamburg princes had been hiding out for safety.

The Educator had also been stopping to land and to collect the next set of walking younger fifteen-year-old and fourteen-year-old Confederation princes over the vast landscape within the Pamburg Kingdom, toting the angry and furious gang inside the cockpit of the airship. The younger royal teen males had been fighting against the Pamburg squires until all the squires had been killed. Then, each fifteen years old Confederation royal male had been running through each village within the Pamburg Kingdom raping each female, torturing each child, and killing each male for some royal good time fun.

Presently, the Educator did not see any movement from the missing Confederation teen royal and the four Pamburg princes within the snow covered landscape near the foot of the tall mountain. He would report the Confederation teen royal was chasing after the other princes to Kung. Then Kung could send out the more Confederation natives to find the missing royal, since the Educator didn’t have time to babysit the young royals.

He exhaled with a huff of annoyance, spinning around, dashing back up the walking ramp and inside the smelly cockpit. He slid down into the pilot seat and pressed a series of buttons. The ramp sucked back into the floor base with a soft swish. The door shut with a large boom. On top of the bloody floor, each young fifteen-year-old royal male stared with a sad face at each dead brother in silence. Then airship launched from the snow ground and spun around within the air waves, swiftly flying back over the Delta waters towards the tan sands of the Kingdom of the Sand.

At the foot of the hilltop, Broan remained still down in the cold snow and as his eyeball saw the shaking snowflakes coming down from the low branches of the single tree. A Pamburg prince scurried up the mountain side hiding underneath the low tree branches. Broan slowly stood upright from the snow with a soft growl and turned to track the foot pathway of the solo prince, slowly advancing ahead over the thick snow, following the ass of the prince with a low sneer.

 

 

 

9th hour (late even)

 

 

Kingdom of the Snow

 

Home of Queen Ylangling and her husband King Amoywane

live first royal princess Kamela, dead second royal prince Datto,

dead third royal prince Lorchess, live fourth prince Rikida

and live fourth prince Opopsu

 

 

Foot path of Strawn and Cumberrun

Cold temperatures, bright moon light and stars

with ten miles per hour winds

 

 

The set of low tree branches wiggled side to side. Then all the loosen snowflakes tumbled down on top of each back spine of two moving objects that slowly climbed over the wet and cold snowy ground and up the side of the rough mountain by moonlight beams within the dark night, carefully moving up toward a level ground of ice and snow within the boundary limits of the Kingdom of the Snow.

Cumberrun continued to crawl over the snow and shook a butthole side to side removing part of the fallen set of cold snowflakes with a loud whisper. “Shit! It’s cold.”

“Shut up!” Strawn possessed a tall and slender body of muscles with a head of amber colored hair, a tone of amber skin tone, and a pair of amber colored eyeballs and crawled over beside his princely brother with a loud whisper, ramming a shoulder into his princely brother while keeping the grunts and groan sound in low tones.

“Shit! It’s damn cold,” Cumberrun was a head taller than his princely brother Strawn with a matching tone of amber skin, a pair of matching amber eyeballs, and continued to crawl with a sneer over the snow bank.

Broan, was the fourth royal prince from the Kingdom of the Sun and stood a head taller than the Confederation males with a tone of brown skin, and a pair of blue eyeballs, wearing a distorted face. He stayed in place within the snow and crouched down on both kneecaps while staring at the wiggling low tree branches. The steady movement didn’t come from an animal but a moving man. He continued to slowly trail behind the escaping two Pamburg princes, where both teens were moving up the side of the mountain and crossing into new enemy territory with the Kingdom of the Snow.

The hard snowy land underneath the pair of naked hands and the pair of covered kneecaps shook first and then thundered with a set of loud noises into both eardrums of Strawn and Cumberrun. They stopped the crawl and listened to the strange sound.

Strawn gasped with alarm within the darkness between an open field of snow and a row short plant bushes. “What is that?”

He whispered back with worry. “I don’t know.”

Strawn reached over and grabbed the forearm of Cumberrun and then jerked them both down into the thick layer of cold snowflakes with a set of loud grunt. Above the pair of amber colored locks, a series of hoofs echoed over the ground and then leaped into the air, over the row of short bushes, landing with a loud thud down into the deep snow. The short bushes bowed back and forth underneath each rear hoof of a jumping horse.

Each horse held a rider from the Kingdom of the Snow leaping over the short row of bushes, flying in the air and then scooted off, gliding down the side of the icy mountain side, and finally invading without an invitation the Pamburg Kingdom.

The row of short bushes gently swayed from the rapid movement of each leaping horse. Then Strawn carefully lifted a snow covered and bloody face from the snowflakes turning with a gasp to see flying dark shadows. “Did you see that?”

Cumberrun stood upright with deep sign and quickly wiped off the cold snow with a sour frown. “I don’t see that,” he scooted sideways and moved around the row of short bushes of cold snow.

He continued to point with a confused brow into the darkness. “It was a set of horses.”

“I figured that out after an array of wet falling down snowflakes from the belly of beast tumbled down over my hair and my back pine, getting me more wet and cold then before.”

He jabbed a finger into the sky of darkness with a puzzled brow. “No! The horse is colored in pink…”

Cumberrun continued to brush off the snow with a sour frown. “No, Prince Strawnella! A horse is not colored in pink hues, unless it is a toy horsey for a little kiddie Pamburg princess.”

He continued to jab a finer into the sky of darkness with a confused brow, without seeing the line of horses. “The horse is colored in pink hue…”

“The coat of hair on the horse is colored red tone when the moonlight hits the hair, the hair looks look a pink tone.” Cumberrun scooted sideways and away from Strawn with a stern face in silence.

He continued to jab a finger into the sky of darkness with a worried brow. “The horses, each one flies through the air waves like a flying airship like…like we fly. The mountain side is steep slope, not flat or…”

Cumberrun moved away from the short bushes and then back stepped with a growl, reaching over, grabbing the waving arm of Strawn, and jerked his friend over the top of the plants with brutal muscle strength and a loud sneer. “A horse leaps up into the air and then falls down, sliding down the sharp slope of this mountain side, bro. Let’s move on! I’m tired. I’m hunger. I’m cold,” he moved beside Strawn and scooted around each large boulder and fallen tree trunk with a sour frown.

Strawn looked ahead with a worried brow and scooted beside Cumberrun over each large object through the snow. “Who are they?”

Cumberrun exhaled. “They are our enemy.”

“Where is our enemy going?”

“I suspect toward the mountain palace, since the Pamburg princes are all defeated and dead but us, who stood and sneer right here,” he sneered at the three individuals.

Strawn frowned. “O great! The enemy will find all of their dead friends too.”

“I don’t give a shit about their dead friends. I worry about my live brothers.”

“I’m sorry to state this, but I’m your only live brother.”

“What happened to Octan?”

Strawn nodded with a snarl. “One of the evil teen sons of a royal cunt killed him with a flying shaft, right before I hit and hid down into the snow mound. His skull has been severed and is hanging somewhere on top of a pike like a grand trophy prize,” he exhaled. “Why are we being attacked by the entire nation of fucking ass people from the Confederation?”

Cumberrun scooted through the snow, in-between the boulders, and the fallen trunks while wiping off the blood from a face and both arms with a laugh. “I can’t answer that question, bro. But maybe, we should ask one of the assholes, before we kill him deader than a door knob. Then, we’ll know the answer.”

“I don’t like that idea.”

“Then, there were only two. We are the last two of the last Pamburg royal line of princes.”

Strawn stopped first with a worried brow and stared at the object ahead. “Actually, I do believe that our enemy does give a damn.”

Cumberrun stopped with a gasp and stared a stationary line of three Snow warriors. Each held a swinging shaft, wore a fur coat for warmth, and sneered for a rumble. Cumberrun reached up and whipped out the shaft with a smile, slicing through the cold air waves. “Good! I was feeling sad that I couldn’t kill something that loudly growled. Now, both I’m happy and I’m cold. But I do believe that I’ll be warming up my cold skin with your heated blood, assholes of three sons of three bitches. Come and lick me!”

Each dark-haired, pale skinned, and tall Snow warrior dashed ahead with a loud grunt while conserving energy within the cold mountain air.

Cumberrun dashed ahead toward the middle of the moving line to kill two of the three Confederation warriors, slashing the rod over the hair roots.

The first female Snow warrior twirled her body in a circle over the snow and halted, facing Strawn, lifting the shaft in the air. Strawn slammed his shaft down on top of the warrior shaft with a loud grunt.

The second and third male Snow warriors ran ahead at the same with an individual sneer toward Cumberrun and split apart, twirling the shaft in front of chest that was covered in a fur coat.

Cumberrun twirled the shaft to the side with a laugh. “O! You are going to play that kind of game. Split apart and then one attacks me while I attack only one. Well, I like to play my own game,” he released the shaft from a cupped hand and as the shaft swirled sideways and then slapped into the face of the female Snow warrior with a soft slap into her open mouth. The row of blades stuck and then hung onto the jaw line of the Snow warrior. The female tumbled backward with a loud yell of pain exhibiting tons of bleeding red tinted blood proteins over her face and her fur coat.

Cumberrun dashed ahead to the lonely male Snow warrior with a grin, ducking to the side from the soaring shaft of the warrior. The warrior shuffled ahead from inertia and slid through the snow. Cumberrun ran ahead in a crouch pose and spun around, shoving a boot hell into the back spine of the male Snow warrior. The warrior tumbled ahead with a yell dropping the shaft. Cumberrun frowned down at the shaft of the warrior. “Don’t drop the weapon down on my foot, numb!” He dashed forward and leaned down, snatching up the shaft, twirling it over the amber colored hair roots, releasing the shaft. The shaft soared through the air as the Snow warrior caught his balance and then spun around with a sneer. His own shaft slammed into a pair of eyeballs and as the Snow warrior dropped down on both kneecaps in screaming pain.

Cumberrun spun around and raced ahead, leaning down, jerking his shaft from the mouth of the female Snow warrior that was crying and resting on top of the snow. He raised and dropped down the shaft into her bloody face, beating and bruising until she stopped breathing oxygen molecules as he sneered with fury. He spun around and raced ahead, slicing the rod of his shaft into the throat of the suffering and screaming male Snow warrior while releasing the tormented soul of the warrior into death.

Cumberrun stood upright from the snow with a set of snarls and found Strawn. Strawn was having a hard time killing the male Snow warrior. Cumberrun raced ahead and collided into the second male Snow warrior. The warrior fled around Strawn and hit the side of a tall tree, collapsing the snowflakes over the upright body. Cumberrun dashed ahead and aimed the bigger ball with a protruded blade into the right eyeball of the snow-covered warrior with a loud sneer, pending the body into the tree bark and then twisted the ball. The second Snow warrior screamed in pain. Cumberrun withdrew the blade with a loud grunt and stood in place. The second Snow warrior tumbled to the side in death also. Cumberrun wiped off the blood from a face, both arms, and the shaft with a chuckle. “Did you see how I dispatched each one of my warriors? How many warriors did you kill, Strawnelle?”

Strawn stood upright from the snow with a sneer. “All of them!”

He moved ahead toward the snow bank with a frown. “Naw! Did you see my footwork and my handwork with the shaft? I dispatched all three warriors. Do you like my new word, dispatch?

Strawn slowly moved and checked for bodily injuries with a sour frown. “No!”

He nodded with a smile, “Yeah, it’s a great word. I dispatched and dismembered each limb. I like killing.”

Strawn ran ahead toward the dead Snow warrior and wiped off more of his blood with a sneer. The three warriors finally rested on a back spine and stared up into bright stars with a pair of open eyelids in death. Strawn and Cumberrun squatted down and stole a fur coat from the dead body for their warmth within the cold air.

Cumberrun stood upright with a grin and slid the fur coat and the fur hat over a cold body with smile and a sigh. “Ah! This feels so nice to my cold bones! However, you could have grabbed a better fur coat without all the yucky and ugly red tinted blood stains. I don’t think wussie blood comes out of my pretty white colored animal fur,” he reached down and picked at the dried red tinted blood proteins on the bottom of the ankle-length coat.

Strawn stood upright with a laugh and slipped on the fur coat and the fur hat of black hue with a sour frown, moving ahead through the narrow pathway of snow for freedom. “I didn’t think about that while dodging the three blades.”

He tossed both furry arms into the air with a smile and a nod. “See? I’m the smartest of the royal princes. I think of everything.”

“Then, you think us a wise foot pathway outta of the range of tall and wide snowy mountains. I do believe that we have left our home lands of Pamburg. I am not familiar with this mountain peak.”

“I’m not familiar with the ritual of mounting a skull upon a pike.”

Cumberrun laughed. “I don’t think it is that scientifically hard to figure out, bro.”

She scooted away from the oversized tan-colored boulder that was covered in white snow, after eye witnessing the three deaths of her body guards and stood upright in the deep snow, wearing a fur coat of light hue with a smirk at each back spine of the two young male with a shout out. The tall female possessed a tone of peachy skin tint, a pair of green eyes, and a head of black hair and as she smiled at the back spines of Strawn and Cumberrun. “There, you are! I’ve been tracking your nose patch.”

Strawn swung around with a gasp to see a beautiful young female and lifted both furry arms near a smile. “Hey! Look behind your butthole, Cumberlynn!” Cumberrun stopped with gasp and spun around with a worried brow. Strawn leaned over with a whisper and a smirk into the cheekbone of his friend. “We are not wearing a face patch for her to monitor our progress. Thus, she is the newest enemy invading our butthole.”

“I know that.”

“She lies.”

“I believe that.”

“She is danger.”

“I see that,” Cumberrun reached down and pulled out, twirled his shaft on the opposite of Strawn with a smirk. “Another pretty cunt or bitch or whore, which one of those nasty nouns fit your personality best, darling? The snow peak seems to be filled with them. We killed three of your sisters or your boyfriends back over yonder. Do you bury your dead for preservation or burn your dead for firewood?”

She giggled with a smile. “I am Princess Kamela.”

Cumberrun winked with a smile at the pretty girl, who could not see his boyish flirt. “I really like that sweet girly name. And I really like that nasty manly weapon. What is that, a prince or princess-sized shaft?”

She jerked out each arm and twirled a pair of shafts with each cupped glove, whipping each shaft side to side of her tallness with a laugh. “It is my twin princess-sized shafts.”

Cumberrun laughed with a wink and reached over, shoving Strawn toward the princess. “Geez! She got two of them where she threatens two of them directly at two princes. Go and get her, bro!”

Kamela raised both arms and released the hands, tossing both shafts at the same into the air towards each prince with a laugh. Cumberrun dove to the side and landed in the snow while Strawn duplicated the same life-saving maneuver. Each shaft soared in the exact placement o reach prince and then hit, sticking into the thick dark brown bark of an individual tree. She whipped out two more shafts with an evil scream and pitched them at the same time at each grounded prince.

Cumberrun rolled further away from Strawn and the flying shaft towards a grove of thick trees, ducking a face and a chest down into the snow while the rotating tip of the bigger end sliced into the thick fur on top of the coat that protected the tender skin of his back spine. He hissed with shock but his body was unharmed. The rotating shaft hit and stuck into the thick bark of a different tree.

Strawn rolled onto the back spine with a gasp to face the skyline and kicked up a leg with a loud grunt, hitting the slender rod with a boot toe. The shaft soared faster through the air waves and slapped with a soft slurp, lodging into one of the numerous tree branches of a tall tree when a flock of white birds squawked with alarm while flying away from the foreign object towards a taller tree for safety from wicked princess Kamela.

Kamela hissed with disappointment and withdrew two more shafts from her back spine swirling them in the air with each hand, targeting the helpless two princes inside an open field of snowflakes.

A second unknown tall female slowly scooted around a snowy figure of tall snowwoman and carefully moved ahead toward the back spine of Kamela, lifting the heavy rock without a sound above the hat, slamming the rock down into the naked rear skull of the princess. Kamela gasped in shock and dropped the two twirling shafts, reaching back to touch the searing blood flow within her hair strands, slowly kneeling inside the snow with a dizzy headache. Then, her face fell forward and landed down into the thick snow, spilling the red tinted blood proteins over the white snow. The second female tossed the rock behind a collar bone and slowly scooted around ground Kamela, moving ahead with a giggle.

Strawn stood upright with a gasp and stumbled backwards while staring down at unconscious and bloody Kamela. “Did you kill the bitch?” Her blood spilled over the top of her blonde hair roots like she was dead.

The second tallest female swiftly shuffled ahead through the open snow with a smile and moved beside the nose profile of Strawn. “No.” She passed Cumberrun with a sweet smile without waving to the handsome prince.

Cumberrun stood upright with a sneer and raced ahead towards the unconscious body of Kamela with an angry brow. “Well, I can go forward and finish her off. That Pamburg phase means: to kill a body like in a permanently death.”

Strawn continued to stroll backwards with a sneer at the back spine of Cumberrun. “Turn around and move back towards me, Cumberrat!”

Cumberrun stopped with a sneer and then swiftly strolled backward while continuing to stare with a sour frown at Kamela. “Well, I get really pissed off when a princess tries to kill me. I really admire my body and my life.”

The second female moved ahead with a grin as Strawn strolled backwards beside her nose profile with a grin. “Who are you, miss?” Cumberrun jogged backwards and strolled on the other side of her nose profile with a gasp.

She continued to advance and smile. “I am a slave.”

Strawn continued to stroll backwards and reached out, waving a palm in front of her beautiful but funny looking blue swirling eyeballs. “You are blind.”

She continued to advance over the flat snow with a grin. “I cannot see the blinding sunlight, but I am more than capability of feeling the objects around my body. I have lived on the snow mountain for years.”

He spun around with a stern face and moved beside her nose profile. “Look! We’re really gratefulness for your swift rock-tossing assistant, girl. That princess-girl had a series of numerous deadly weapons and was going to kill us eventually. Why is everyone trying to kill us? I don’t really understand, but I’m really pissed off.”

She stopped with a huff and turned with a grin feeling the body heat of the shorter prince. “Have you not heard, royal prince Pamburg?”

Strawn exhaled with a huff of worry. “Apparently, we have not. We have been on the run for a few hours now.”

She frowned. “I am sorry to inform you first of the bad news. All the Pamburg princesses are all dead.”

Strawn smiled. “That is not true, slave girl. Do you have name, pretty thing?”

The slave gasped with a sour frown. “You are lying to me. And I helped save your desperate and dangerous lives.”

He nodded with a grin but she could not see his smile. “Thank you for saving our desperate lives for a second time. But I am telling you the true truth. There is a Pamburg princess running around the landscape here or there within the Confederation. Her name is Princess Teath coming from the Pamburg Kingdom. She is not dead, but very much alive.”

She continued to stare at his face without seeing his smile but feeling his body heat. “You continue to lie for some reason. I should leave you up here in the snowy mountain to die of starvation or become the mouth spit of the wild animals.”

“She really got that humorous wit with her array of snowy mountain jokes.” Cumberrun reached up and stroked the wet facial whiskers. “Who tell you that all of the Pamburg princesses are dead and not buried?”

She turned with a nod to feel the heat from the taller prince. “Kamela, she heard the sad information coming from her lover and her soon-to-be husband first royal prince Ferron from the Kingdom of the Lakes.”

Cumberrun raised a hand in the air with a laugh. “I don’t think so. Was that first guy about my height with a set of massive muscles and a cute smirk?”

“I…I cannot see your body movement. But Ferron is the first royal prince male of the Kingdom of the Lakes. He is pre-engaged to first royal princess Kamela of the Kingdom of the Snow.”

Cumberrun laughed out loud. “O! Too fucking bad for that unconscious, pretty, not dead cunt bitch Princess Kamela! He is dead now. I killed him.”

Strawn smiled at Cumberrun. “I killed him.”

“I killed him.” Cumberrun grinned at Strawn.

“I killed him.”

“I killed him.”

“Stop, please!” She lifted both palms into the air with a worried brow and turned to stare ahead into the snow banks that she could not see with a pair of eyeballs. “This is so terrible news! You admit to killing the first royal prince Ferron of the Kingdom of the Lakes.”

Strawn laughed out loud. “Does everyone announce their royal name with a set of multiple useless words that almost forms a complete improper sentence?”

Cumberrun shook a furry hat with a sour frown at his princely friend. “No, Strawn! I killed the bastard with the muscles and cute smirk. He tried to bong my skull with a long silver tinted shaft that was the length of my leg.”

“You should write teen love novels, instead of becoming a prince.” Strawn laughed.

The female exhaled. “It is written if a Pamburg royal coming from one of the lines of princesses or princes is killed, murdered or dead, then the Pamburg Kingdom can be claimed by any victor after killing off the entire royal line and then assume the post of the new king or the new queen of the lands.”

Strawn reached up and wiped off a dirty, bloody tired face with a nod and a sour frown. “Now, I understand the war with the rest of the confused Confederation peoples. They’re trying to kill off the entire line of royal princes.”

Cumberrun rubbed both hands together for warmth with a sour frown. “That is not written anywhere inside my paper or stone or electronic handbook, slave girl.” He dropped both hands and slapped the fur coat with a deep sigh. “And they have almost done a pretty good job of killing off every royal prince of Pamburg. Me and Strawn are what’s left of the royal line of sorry-ass Pamburg princes. I think in the future. Some squire should teach each royal prince to fight hand-to-hand, eyeball-to-eyeball, tooth to tooth…”

Strawn exhaled. “I can fight, too, Cumberrat. And I plan to fight and stay alive until the war or the battle or this thing ends.”

Cumberrun nodded, “Me, too!”

Strawn frowned at the slave girl. “So, why did you save us?”

She stared into the snow, where her damaged eyeballs could not see. “I can understand as a servant, not a free person.”

Strawn reached out with a smile and gently touched her arm that wore a fur coat of gray hue. “Look! You are welcome to come with us and live as a set of fugitive and eat berries and drink water from the land.”

Cumberrun buzzed the lips with a sour tone at the nose profile of the slave girl. “I don’t know about that, Prince Strawn. She’s blind. Someone has to tote her ass over the snow, through the woodlands, and down the side of the mountain for freedom, which ain’t going to be me, girly.”

She turned and smiled at Strawn. “That is a very generous offer, Prince Strawn,” then, she turned with a frown to see Cumberrun. “You are an unworthy prince, Cumberrat.”

Cumberrun frowned. “Thanks! I try to, too un-please with un-pleasure all my past, present, and future enemies. How do we leave this beautiful slave girl and this tall and pretty snow peak?” He turned and scanned the snow, the trees, and the mountains for any more attackers.

“This way please!” She returned to see the snow banks that her damaged eyeballs could not see and slowly moved ahead through the snow towards an object. “I will lead you down towards the snow castle from the other mountain side. Ahead of me is the very large and roomy snow sleigh of Princess Kamela. Beside the large sleigh, there is smaller sleigh which had been used by me.”

“We take the larger and bigger sleigh machine to somewhere else but here which will be used by me,” Cumberrun raced ahead with a chuckle and climbed into the land vehicle, walking around the interior of carriage with a smile. “This is so nice. It does have a metal or wooden or cloth rooftop but you can see the array of pretty white tinted clouds and the tall range of pretty snow covered mountain peaks. And smell that fresh air, it floods my nostrils and fills up my lungs, pumping clean molecules throughout my body,” he sniffed loudly and then chuckled aloud. “The entire sleigh is made of metal though. I thought that cold absorbs into metal making it stick to hand of human skin.”

She moved ahead and stopped beside the doorless archway with a smile. “Metal does stick to the human hand of skin. However, all the Snow natives wore a pair of gloves to avoid that stinging burn. The sleigh is made of metal material, because it is horseless carriage, where an electronic pulse guides the snow vehicle in safety back down towards the Snow castle,” she reached up and guided a glove near the railing. Strawn raced ahead and stood behind her back spine, reaching out and touched her waistline, lifting her up into the carriage floor with a smile. She hooted out loud with shock and then giggled from his heated body and large pair of hands on her cold body. He scooted her across the front section of the carriage and guided her down into the passenger seat, releasing her tiny waistline, leaping up into the driver’s seat with a chuckle of delight, sitting down, bouncing up and down in front of the smooth desk board without a steering wheel with the excitement of a new adventure.

Cumberrun slid over the front seat back rest and landed inside the rear compartment, bouncing side to side with delight and a loud chuckle with the fun adventure too.

Strawn reached out with a worried brow and slapped the smooth desk board in front of his chest that did not contain a steering wheel or a guiding stick to control movement of the snow vehicle. He tapped with both hands on the smooth metal with a worried brow. “Hey! There’s no steering wheel to go forwards or backwards. How do we start the thing into power? Sit down, Cumberrat! The thing might come to life right now. I don’t want you harmed or injured. I can’t tote you around my collar bone in battle, bro.” Cumberrun nodded in silence and halted in the middle of the nicely padded cushion with a smile, staring at the snow banks.

She reached down and pressed a big green colored round button with a giggle of fun with the two royal princes. “It is powered by a button. Green color is go. Red color is stop. I press the green button,” she pressed the button with a smile. The large sleigh roared into power and as each powerful engine sprayed heated air around the snow. Some of the snowflakes melted into water from the heated air. Some of the snowflakes fluttered up into the air and escaped with its life coming from the heated stream of air. The sleigh slowly lifted upward from the snow and then slowly spun around to face the opposite direction. The airborne snow vehicle slowly guided through the air and followed a few inches up from the rough terrain, steering down a steep slope towards the massive building in the far distance.

Strawn bounced up and down like Cumberrun with the exciting ride, turning with a grin to see her nose profile. “Why are you a slave here within the Kingdom of the Snow?”

She exhaled with a puff of depression and continued to stare into the snow banks, where her damaged eyeballs could not see. “I just am.”

Cumberrun slid side to side over the long padded rear cushion inside the moving sleigh with a smile. “Well, you ain’t a slave no more here, darling. We’re your liabilities.”

Strawn laughed with a smile. “We are your libertarians or a pair of independent freedom fighters. Right, Cumberrat?”

Cumberrun continued to slide side to side for fun over the cushion staring at the forward scenery with a chuckle. “Right, Strawnella!”

“I do not murder the body of Princess Kamela. She is only knocked out and in unconsciousness. She will greatly disapprove of my freedom and both of you as a pair of freedom fighters.”

Cumberrun stopped the slide motion and spun around to see the mountain peaks with a sneer. “I don’t care.”

Strawn leaned over with a smile into her nose profile as she giggled from his warm breath. “I don’t care either,” he sat back and stared at the scenery with a smile. “I see the royal castle that lives down in a deep valley of white snow and sparkling ice crystals. Do you receive a set of snow blizzards?”

“All the time! The mountains are cold and harsh, if you must live outside. Nothing lives outside but the pack of wild mammals.”

“Poor little wild animals, they have to fight for water and warmth and water, unlike me.”

Cumberrun spun around inside the rear cushion while viewing the different angles of the snow mountain with a chuckle.

Strawn narrowed the eyelids and examined the royal castle. “Is the royal structure really built between a set of two extremely tall and hard rock dark brown tinted boulders?”

Cumberrun returned to face the castle with a laugh. “She won’t know the answer to that stupid question, Strawnella, because she’s blind. She can’t see the royal castle, bro.”

She continued to stare at the castle. “The royal castle was constructed in-between an empty passage way down inside the deep valley between a pair of two extremely large mountain sides.”

Cumberrun leaned over the cushion back rest between the cheekbones of the slave girl and Strawn with a laugh. Do you know what the concept of the word tall means?” Strawn leaned back and shoved the face of Cumberrun away from the front seat with a soft sneer. Cumberrun sat back with a laugh and started sliding side to side over the long rear cushion with a smile.

She continued to stare with a smile into the snow without seeing the snow but feeling the heat of his body near her face. “I can feel something that is short and then something that is tall. Yes, I can use my imagination and image the object as tall.”

Strawn leaned over and sweet breathed onto her cheekbone. “Well, that mountain is really tall and high like it almost touches the skyline. Can you image a skyline?”

She stared with a giggle into the darkness from her blinded eyeballs. “Yes, it is something airy above my hair roots like the cold wind or the heat of the day that warms my face.”

Cumberrun started to slide side to side over the long cushion of the sleigh with a sour frown while watching the head bob and the body movements of Strawn. “The royal castle is built up high between each side of a mountain. The front view of made only of glass. I bet it gets cold during the nighttime and hot during the daytime. Can you see pretty glass on the front of the castle over there, Strawnella?”

Strawn scooted closer to the girl and reached out, touching her gloved hand with a smile. “Yes, I can see the prettiness here.”

Cumberrun couldn’t see any empty air space between the two bodies of the slave girl and Strawn, saying with a sour frown. “The shape of glass looks like a geometric triangle but made of solid glass. Can you see that cool shape over there, Strawnella?”

Strawn leaned over and cuddled into her side with a smile into her cheekbone. “Yeah, I feel the coolness in here too.”

“Yes, I feel the coldness in here, too,” Cumberrun scooted ahead towards the edge of the cushion with a sour frown and leaned forward, trying to squeeze between the young couple with a sneer and pointed between the couple. “Can you see thing that over there, sweetheart? In front of the tall glass wall on the castle, there’s a long building? What’s over there, girly?”

 

Back on top of the mountain side in the snow that was sprinkled with red blood proteins, the body of Princess Kamela continued to rest and slightly wiggle over the cold ground. The young royal male crawled underneath the low branches of the snow covered trees and through the thick bank of snowflakes with a hiss, swiftly standing upright from the ground with a gasp, racing ahead and tripped over the snow, sliding into the rib cage of Kamela with a worried face. “Are you okay? Are you dead? You’re bleeding blood coming from a head wound over the white snow.”

Kamela grunted from the body collision and slowly shifted side to side on the ground, reaching backward with a glove, tenderly touching the open cut wound on the rear of her naked skull with a loud hiss. “I am alive and angry.”

“I’ll help you to stand upright. Hold onto me!” He swiftly stood upright and then leaned down, grabbing her waistline, slowly lifting her body upward to face the second sleigh. She wobbled side to side with a loud grunt of pain while seeing each object with double vision of dizziness, standing upright and leaned into his naked chest. He breathed into her cheekbone with a worried brow. “I’m Broan.”

She blinked both eyelashes open and shut while focusing her neurons on each tall tree ahead. “Who?” Kamela didn’t know this young male and as she wobbled side to side inside his warm body.

He continued to cuddle her warm body into his chest with a smile. “I am the brother of Prince Vantrey, Prince Zeebac, and Prince Qcraft, whom you know.”

She exhaled with pain. “How are you, not your royal brothers here within my kingdom, Prince Broan?”

He cuddled her with a grin. “I am the fifth royal prince brother from the Kingdom of the Sun.”

“How are you here within my kingdom?”

He softly growled into her cheekbone with revenge for the deaths of his royal brothers “I was chasing down to kill the remaining two Pamburg princes inside the Pamburg kingdom. When they escaped from me and climbed up the side of the mountain into your kingdom, princess.”

She exhaled with a puff of annoyance. “I can see clearly now. My headache is almost disappeared also. You and I should work together and find the pair of runway Pamburg princes within my kingdom, holding them prisoners. Then we will wait for my boyfriend Ferron…”

“Ferron is dead.”

Kamela gasped in shock and produced a set of real tears of sadness and angry. “No! It is a lie.”

“Yes. It is the truth. I traveled with the other royal princes from the Confederation lands. Each one of us is the fifth and the sixth royal prince that came from our personal kingdoms. All the first, second, and third royal brothers including my brothers and your brothers and Ferron and his brother are dead by the hand of these two runaway Pamburg princes. But I will find and then kill them for you. Did one of the sneaky royal princes attack your skull from behind your fur coat?”

She gasped in shock and continued to wiggle inside his warm arms. “No. My surprise attack came from behind my skull by another person, since I was staring at the two Pamburg princes while twirling my twin shafts for the kill,” she growled in angry. “I believe it to be one of my slave girls that lives and serves me here at my own royal castle. The vicious hit was not damaging to my brain but dizzying to my eyeballs. My house of slaves does not like me.”

He leaned down and kissed the top of her blonde hair roots, pulling back with a smile and a whisper. “I like you.”

She smiled with happiness with her new boyfriend and protector from the runaway Pamburg princes. “I like you…”

“Broan.”

She laughed. “I like you, Broan.”

“I like you, too, Kamela. Can you walk ahead towards the sleigh? We should leave out from here and try to find the runaway princes, before they escape from your kingdom, where another queen will claim the kill.”

“Yes, I can walk, since I am a princess. That is not my big sleigh. It is a sleigh for one of the slave girls.” She shuffled away from his warm naked chest and slowly wobbled side to side, beginning to tumble down in the snow.

Broan smiled at her determination and reached out, grabbing her waistline, lifting her body up into his chest with a worried brow. “Allow me the honor of assisting you over the snow and into the safety of the sleigh,” he shuffled with her toward the transport and slid her body into the front seat, sliding inside the same bench seat with a smile, staring at the control panel. She leaned against the back rest and closed her eyelashes from the dull pain. He frowned down at the console. “How does the sleigh operate?”

Press the green button. The computer will guide and glide the snow machine down from the mountain side and land in front of the barn.”

He reached over with a nod and slammed the green button. The sleigh roared into power, slowly lifting off the ground, gliding down the side of the steep mountain side. He turned with a worried brow to see her nose profile. “Which slave girl damaged your skill up here and then assisted with the freedom of the two Pamburg princes? We might be outta of luck. The princes might have escaped from the kingdom of the Snow.”

She continued to rest with a set of closed eyelashes. “I don’t know. I can’t tell a slave girl from another. Each one is dark skinned and tall and ugly-looking to my eyeballs. I do not believe that the two Pamburg princes have escaped, since it is very dark and very cold here on my royal mountain. If they dared to escape during the night, then the pack of wild mammals will find and eat them. So, the two Pamburg princes are being hidden somewhere inside my royal castle by the same slave girl that damaged not seriously my skull.”

He laughed. “Then, may I assist you in that justice search, also, Kamela.”

“I welcome both your help and your dick to pleasure my needs,” she smiled without opening her eyelashes.

 

Down the mountain side of ice covered tree branches and snowy ledges, the first Snow sleigh swiftly jolted in backward motion from the pacing motion and then quickly reduced the traveling speed as Cumberrun slid backwards and then tumbled back down inside the soft cushion with a gasp of shock. The sleigh slowly balanced in the air and halted over the white snowy ground burning all the flakes into a great big puddle of heated water. Cumberrun slowly lifted a torso from the cushion with a growl. “Hey! What happened in here?”

“Nothing happened in here,” she cuddled with Strawn with a smile and felt his warm body near her body with a giggle. “The sleigh ride has completed its sloped course down from the mountainside. We have arrived in front of the royal castle.”

Cumberrun sat upright with a deep sigh and turned to survey the snowy scene for any additional deadly natives of the Kingdom of the Snow. “What do we do now?”

She did not move but continued to cuddle between the arms of Strawn with a grin and a giggle. “I will escort both of you toward one of the metal sleighs which is not like this one.”

Cumberrun reached over and slapped the back rest of eth front cushion with a smile. “We can use this one. It’s big and heated…”

“This one is owned by Princess Kamela,” she continued to cuddle with Strawn and stare with a smile into the darkness of the landscape, where her pair of blinded eyeballs could not see a lighted object. “She will be very displeased and very upset to learn that her personal snow sleigh has been misplaced.”

Strawn leaned over and almost touched her cheekbone with his lips. “Yes, we’ll take a different one.”

Cumberrun slowly stood upright and hovered over the hair roots of the young couple. “Alrighty, mighty, Strawnella! Move your ass off the bench seat! My ass is getting cold in here without the heated elements,” he scooted around and slid between the slots of the carriage sleigh, standing on top of the smooth snow, surveying the same quiet scenery of white tint.

The slave girl scooted ahead toward the side slot and halted standing upright beside the steaming sleigh. Strawn slid along the cushion with the girl, dropping down the snow, standing next to her with a smile. Cumberrun leaned over and shoved on the collar bone of Strawn with a sneer. “Let’s get outta of here!”

Strawn leaned over and cuddled with slave girl, slowly moving away from the parked sleigh with a smile and a whisper into her cheekbone, strolling through the entrance door of the barn building and a few feet moving into the dark hallway.

Cumberrun turned to face the barn with a smile. “That’s a barn of horses.”

The slave girl grinned. “Horses are native to the snowy mountains.”

Cumberrun moved ahead in the line with the slave girl and Strawn turning with a worried brow to scan the snow and the trees. “I don’t know what a horse, of course, is.”

Strawn turned with a smile to see each horse. “It is a hairy mammal with a set of four legs and a sloped back spine. A person rides on top of the back spine as transportation.”

Cumberrun laughed. “Whoa! I don’t think I can do that.”

The slave girl slowly moved through the open archway with a smile at the silly prince. “Of course, you can’t. There is also a set of land ships in the form of an open riding sleigh like this one that can travel swiftly down from the top of the snow for fun and for transport. You can steal one of the transport sleighs immediately.”

Strawn cuddled into her side and turned to smile at each horse. “Hey!”

She pulled Strawn closer into her rib cage and halted with a gasp, “Stop!” Cumberrun followed closely behind and continued to survey the new landscape of wooden solid walls and smelly horses, slamming into the back spine with a low growl of annoyance at Strawn.

She could not see with the eyeballs, but her other four senses made up the difference. She smelled each individual fresh hay bale for the horse food and the wet hay strands on the floor inside each barn stall. Each horse rustled inside side to side an individual barn stall while smelling a set of new visitors, seeing the new visitors also. A set of faint voices softly echoed on the other end narrow corridor in-between the individual horse stalls. A set of tall figures swayed with a set of faint voices that softly echoed coming from the narrow end of the long corridor within the moonlight. She leaned forward and away from Strawn like she was seeing the set of dark shadows, saying with a whisper. “That noise is not the horses either. They are here.”

Strawn narrowed his eyelids towards the end of the long corridor inside the barn with a soft whisper into her cheekbone. “Who are they?”

“The Kingdom of the Snow, bro!” Cumberrun narrowed his eyelids and stared towards the end of the long corridor inside the barn with a sneer.

She whispered. “Both of you must hide away from the natives.”

Cumberrun turned and frowned at the side walls, which only showed open shelving with horse supplies and equipment. “Inside the barn, we cannot hide out here.”

“I agree. All the horses are stored here inside the barn. Then, each servant must wipe down the snow and the dirt, water, and feed each smelly mammal which is a directly order from Princess Kamela. No! You must hide inside snow castle.”

Cumberrun turned and frowned at the castle building. “Ugh! Geez! The enemy is in there too.”

She whispered with a worried brow and stared down the corridor, where her eyeballs could into see. “The enemy is everywhere, if you are blind.”

Strawn cuddled the slave girl with a smile. “You can’t beat that perfect profound line, Cumberrat!”

She wiggled away from his hug and then slowly dropped down with Strawn onto the hay floor with a worried brow in silence, staring into the darkness, where her eyeballs could not see. Cumberrun swiftly dropped down below the back spine of his brother and as his excellent hearing heard a set of faint noises in the far distance and his excellent sight saw the movement at the other end.

The slave girl leaned over and whispered into the cheekbone of Strawn. “They sound like a set of horse riders, which are also in here with us for some reason. If the rider sees you,” she exhaled. “Move slowly backwards and out from the barn floor for now and then slide into the dark side inside the shadow towards the rear end of the royal castle,” she slowly shifted backwards into the body of Cumberrun.

Cumberrun slowly shifted backwards with a hiss and continued to stare the huddle of tall shadows on the other end of the long corridor. “We should attack.”

Strawn moved with the slave girl with a whisper and continued to shift backwards while forcing Cumberrun to scoot away from open archway. “We should run.”

The slave girl emerged back into the bright moonlight with a worried brow and scooted towards the shadow of the barn building. “We should hide. Then, I will come back and distract each horse rider. Each horse rider is here inside the barn for a mission, going out into the nighttime for a hunt.”

Cumberrun stood upright and turned with a stern face surveying the white snow mounds without natives. “What are they hunting?”

The slave girl stood upright with a worried brow inside the cold dark shadow, reaching out with one hand. The other hand cuddled the hand of Strawn. She touched the solid wooden building. “Then both of you can return here and leave out inside one of the metal sleighs. Each sleigh is posed at the end of the mountain slope for an adventure or a hunt or an escape,” she slowly scooted with Strawn and moved towards the royal building. “There is a slender and tall door of solid wood. Go through the door! There is a set of steps leading upward also. You don’t have to climb the steps. Stand behind the closed door in hiding! I’ll be back in a few minutes. I’m going to wait for the riders to leave out from the barn and then return for the both of you.”

“What are they hunting during the nighttime hours? It is very dark and very scary up here on the mountain.” Cumberrun slowly scooted sideways with a soft sneer over the snow towards the single door with a stern face, staring at the open archway on the barn while hoping to see the enemy. His shaft was heated and ready for action.

The slave girl halted and shook her hand free from Strawn, turning with a smile without seeing his smile. “Stay there!”

Strawn leaned over and smiled into her cheekbone. “Okay, princess!” He softly chuckled with a grin.

Cumberrun rolled the eyeballs first and then looked over to see the stone door, reaching out with a sour frown and a long arm, grabbing and jerking the bicep of Strawn toward the side door with a soft sneer. Strawn had never touched a female, so his first time was both special and precious. However, Cumberrun wanted his last royal brother Strawn to find a different female. The slave girl was pretty, but her blindness would risk exposure of Strawn within the Confederation, since the two Pamburg princes were labeled as a pair of fugitives and outlaws within the Confederation lands now. They both had to survive on their wits and their booted feet living for another day of life of play or hey or whatever.

Strawn swiftly shifted sideways with a gasp of shock away from the slave girl, turning with a low sneer to see the rear skull of Cumberrun.

The slave girl swiftly scooted sideways and stood inside the open archway, leaning over into the wall, reaching out and touched with all finger, grabbing a long-handled pail. She reached down and scooped up a small pail of food for a few of the horses to disguise her behavior inside the barn. She slowly moved head towards the noise on the other end of the corridor and carelessly tossed the food grains into each barn stall. The horse raced ahead to capture the flying food in the air and stopped at the open window stall while stomping all four hoofs with excitement of the food snack. Some of the horses captured the flying food. Some of the steeds did not. All the horses continued to stomp inside an individual barn stall for more sweet feed.

On the side building of the royal castle, Cumberrun reached out and opened the closed door, sliding inside the darkness with a sour frown and a soft whisper. “Phew! It’s hot inside here.”

Strawn slipped behind Cumberrun in silence and gently closed the door shut out from the coldness and the eyesight of the riders, spinning around to see the room.

 

 

Royal castle setting of Princess Kamela

Attic room location

 

 

The room was sloped at an angle on one side of dark brown stone which was really the naked side of the mountain that created the other three interior walls of the royal castle. The rest of the tiny room contained a set of sloped stone sculptured steps on a tall staircase that touched the dark brown rock covered ceiling. Strawn spun around and stared at eth stone door with a worried brow while waiting on the slave girl. He wanted to ask her name and maybe about living here inside the Kingdom of the Snow, since he was both homeless and penniless without a family but Cumberrun.

Cumberrun continued to move ahead with a smile and started climbing each step, pointing at the upper room with a nod. “We go up and get out of the way.”

He stared at the stone door with a smile. “We are to stay here and wait for her.”

“I wanna sit down on my ass and wait for her to find me,” he continued to climb the steps with a smile.

He continued to stare with a worried brow at the stone door. “Come back down here and wait with me, Cumberrun!”

Cumberrun reached the top level with a gasp and squatted down a smile, slowly crawling ahead toward the tall glass window, yelling. “Wow! Come up here, Strawn! Look at this!”

He exhaled with annoyance at the closed door. “Come back down here! She said to wait by the door.”

Cumberrun continued to yell with a smile at the new sight. “I can hear with my excellent eardrums that door part and open. It’s made of very heavy stone. She’ll be grunting and gasping in bad breath for her silly prince. Come up here and look at this, bro! You will not believe your eyeballs, Strawnella. I have never seen anything so grand like this in my life.”

“I am not surprised, Cumberrat. You and I are only sixteen years old. There is much more that you have not seen in your short term life. “Strawn spun around with a sigh and climbed up the rock-covered staircase with a sour frown of annoyance, arriving on the top level. He intended to mark a deep dark body bruise on the face of Cumberrun for insulting the slave girl. He moved ahead and squatted down with a gasp. He slowly crawled forward towards the glass window coming from the top rock-covered step with a smile, stopping at the smooth window while breathing on the glass. “What is this?”

The room formed a perfect triangle figure, where each side wall was composed of the naked brown tinted mountain sides which came from the mountain earth. The front of the room held a triangular shaped piece of solid glass that revealed the white moonlight rays, tons of bright stars, shadows of smaller mountain peaks, and a low valley of faint lights below that represented the tiny towns within the Kingdom of the Snow.

In front of the solid piece of glass, there stood a set of two equally built throne chairs in solid white tinted limestone with an individual foot stool, without a person. The room floor was made of dark brown stone also showing a setting of empty furniture pieces and a person presence. Each side wall of the room was empty without art work or a window also, since it was made of solid rock coming from the real mountain side. The peak of the triangle formed a long and narrow ceiling roof that was comprised of numerous crisscrossed wooden rafters which reinforced the ceiling inside the throne room without the structure dropping down on top of a few skulls.

Inside the attic-type room, Cumberrun continued to rest on top of his stomach and stared with a smile and a whisper through the scene of the glass pane also. “This is the grand throne room of the queenie or kingie of the Snow.”

“I believe it is the front of the royal castle. The mountain valley below the triangle window view is magnificent and grand.”

Cumberrun whispered with a smile. “See? I told ya. Your eyeballs would not believe this.”

“My neurons do not believe it either.”

“I bet it took years or decades to build a royal castle between two solid pieces of a different mountain side.”

Inside the throne room, a side door slid open in silence.

A few minutes ago, a group of horse riders had mounted onto a horse and left the barn. The second sleigh with Broan and Kamela had safely traversed down the side of the mountain and landed beside the first sleigh, without the presence of the vicious slave girl or the two Pamburg princes. Kamela had found the slave girl inside the barn where the girl was feeding and caring the horses.

 

Inside the throne room, Broan and Kamela entered through the open archway and crossed through the massive space. He slowly moved behind the princess and gasped in awe at the size of the throne room with a smile.

Kamela moved ahead and pulled off the bloody fur coat with a sour frown of annoyance onto the floor. She wanted to find the two runaway Pamburg princes and the vicious slave girl that had injured her skull and then kill each one, slowly and painfully. She stopped and spun around, wearing a long-sleeved, ankle-length yellow tinted velveteen gown trimmed in black tinted animal fur, sitting down inside one of the two throne chairs. Each chair represented the equally shared leadership of her two royal parents. However, her parents were located at the Pamburg castle having fun while Kamela was grieving over the loss of her biological brothers, her boyfriend and future husband Ferron, and all the other male royals that had been killed by the two Pamburg princes. She exhaled with a puff of more annoyance and watched the slave girl enter the room behind Broan.

Inside the interior of the throne room, the ceiling was cathedral high with a single glass window on the forward wall behind an elevated platform with a pair of two throne chairs in natural white wood. The triangular shaped glass window allowed light from the bombing the sunray to heat the room.

The slave girl coming from inside the horse barn slowly followed behind the back spine of Broan, looking down at the floor, where her eyeballs could not see. She had been inside the barn, feeding the horses when the second sleigh had landed on top of the melted snow.

Kamela had met and questioned the slave girl immediately and then didn’t hear the right sentence of words. So, she ordered the slave girl to follow Kamela into the throne room, where the slave girl would be questioned again by Princess Kamela of the Kingdom of the Snow.

Broan stopped a few feet from the triangular window enjoying the nice view of each tiny ice-covered house down behind inside each village with a smile Inside the throne chair, Kamela stared with a sour frown at the white-tinted hair roots of the slave girl. “Call the rest of the slaves to come into the throne room, right now!”

Each slave girl was a replicate of the first slave girl with a head of white-tinted hair, a tone of dark tinted skin, a body frame of slenderness from work, and a pair of weird blue and white swirling eyeballs, where each female was blind for some reason.

The first slave girl reached up and pressed the red tinted stud metal coated earring face patch, whispering in the air to the other slave girls, who wore the same red tinted earring face for communication and worked someplace else inside the gigantic royal castle. “Come to the throne room, please!”

A few minutes later, a slave girl slowly scooted along the wall with a hand which was followed behind a row of other slave girls as each one was blind but knew the outline and the air temperature of each room wall inside the royal castle for years. Each one turned the archway corner and slowly scooted down the wall stopping by instinct beside the other heated body, standing in a semi-crooked line.

On top of the thickly padded and warm kingly throne seat, Kamela stared at each girl while her memory recalled the vile smash with the rock on her skull bone. She exhaled with a puff of furious. “Who attacked me with the rock in the snow on the top of the mountain side?” The row of slave girls shifted side to side with a stern face but did not speak a word. Kamela exhaled with a puff of angry. “Who hit me with the rock on top of the mountain side? Which one of you came with me up to the mountain peak? Answer me now!” The row of slave girls continued to slightly wiggle side to side with a stern face but did not speak a word.

Broan slid sideways with a stern face away from the throne room and stood in the middle of floor, staring at each slave girl with a keen eyeball while trying to figure out which one was the most nervous from the vile attack on Kamela. However, each girl wiggled side to side and did not gasp in shock or confess a word.

Kamela continued to stare at each slave girl with a frown. She didn’t know the personality of each servant either which could have aided in the discovery of her mysterious assailant. Kamela was a princess and resided in the sand castle within the Kingdom of the Snow during her teenage years. She exhaled in frustration without shaking the painful headache with a sour frown. “I don’t which slave girl hit and then attack me with that rock.”

Broan paced up and down the row of slave girls with a wicked grin. “Then, you and I should find out who is the single traitor of Confederation and where are the two princes of Pamburg,” he veered to the middle of the side wall and stopped, standing in place. A long and low wooden chest stood against the wall on top of the floor. He leaned down and opened the lid, pulling out the piece of long white tinted rope, standing upright with a grin and back stepped with a chuckle from the wall. He scooted sideways and then advanced ahead, reaching out, shoving the first slave girl further down the wall with a loud sneer. “You, slave girl, stand and stay right there, for now, until I come and move you. When I yell out, come, then you shove the next slave girl to me.”

The first slave girl stood still and reached out, placing a hand on the wall, feeling the smooth rock. Each interior wall had been hand curved by a pair of bloody hands coming from a deceased servant that original came from the Kingdom of the Sand, who performed all the physical hard work inside the Snow castle. She reached out and placed the other hand on top of the collar bone of the second slave girl with a stern face and a quiet tongue. She learned long ago not to question or talk back to the royalty. Or she would disappear from the royal castle to someplace else that was unknown.

Broan continued to stand in front of the throne chair and waved a hand with a smile. “Come to me, slave girl!” The first slave girl shoved the second girl towards the voice of Broan. The second girl slowly strolled ahead with the help of the wall with a stern face. He reached out and grabbed the moving forearm of the second slave girl, jerking her in front of him and Kamela. She stopped and stood in place with a stern face. The second slave girl was used to the brute commands and brutal abuse coming from all the royal family members. Broan bent down at the kneecaps and reached down with the arm, tossing up the single piece of rope into the air that soared and then settled over the wooden rafter near the ceiling.

The rope looped over the targeted wooden beam and then fell back down into his two hands. He twisted the rope and created a rounded circle with a sneer, staring at the pair of twirling eyeballs on the second slave girl. The eyeballs were both beautiful and eerie. Kamela sat back and lounged inside the throne chair with a smile and a clap of amusement while watching her new boyfriend Broan.

 

Inside the attic of the snow castle, Cumberrun gasped with shock at the behavior of Prince Broan. Strawn leaned over and slapped a hand over the lips of his friend, saying with a whisper of trouble. “No!”

Cumberrun pointed with an angry brow down at the floor of the throne room. “They are!”

“I know.”

“We should!”

“No.”

 

Inside the throne room near the throne chair of Kamela, the slave continued to stand feeling his heat and his angry through her sensitive ear hearing and body skin touch with confusion.

Broan leaned down with a sneer into the face with the blue and white swirling eyeballs on the second slave girl. “Did you harm Princess Kamela in the snow on top of the mountain side, tonight?”

She exhaled with a firm tone. “No.”

Broan exhaled with a huff of angry and annoyance. “I do not repeat my question, ever. I do not accept the word, no. I want an answer, yes. I want to know who harmed Princess Kamela, now. I want to know the location of the two Pamburg princes, now,” he reached out and grabbed her bicep with a rough hand. She gasped in shock and rocked side to side in confusion and worry.

Broan lifted upward in the air and then dropped down the looped rope over the top of her white tinted hair roots settling the loop down around her naked neck. He reached up and shoved the knot tighter around her naked throat. She gasped in horror and wobbled side to side over the wooden floor to escape the terror of the rope as she was blind without knowledge of the purpose of the royal prince. Broan reached down and held her arm in force with a grunt and a grin into her pretty face that possessed a pair of blinded eyeballs.

Broan released the rope as it loosely slapped down and then surrounded her neck muscles like a necklace. He back stepped from the slave girl and bent down both kneecaps, using his brute strength, pulling down on the piece of white tinted rope, where the other end was twirled around the highest wooden rafter in the ceiling. The slack rope slowly tensed and snapped around her neck like a fashionable pearl choker.

The slave girl gasped with fear and reached up, grabbing curved rough rope around her neck.

Broan slowly pulled the rope downward that looped around the center beam of the cathedral ceiling. Her naked feet slowed lifted upward off the floor and as she gasped and gagged in horror kicking out both legs underneath the thin and repaired white tinted dress into the air, slapping both hands on the hangman’s noose. Her throat muscles tightened around the rope as she continued slowly gag and gasp for more air molecules to breathe. Her lungs needed more air flow.

Broan continued pull the rope down towards the floor and as the slave girl continued to wobble side to side in the air, slowly moving upward to the targeted wooden rafter near the top of the ceiling. The hangman’s noose of rope slowly closed tightly around her throat muscles bruising the skin, crashing the delicate bone of the throat. Her breathing was rushed and shallow.

On top of the throne chair, Kamela looked down with a sour frown and continued to wipe off the melting snow flakes, her dried red tinted blood proteins, and her dirty body sweat from the princess clothing without watching the slave girl or hearing the slave girl, who was slowly suffocate with the rope neckline.

Near the ceiling, below the selected rafter beam, the second slave girl slowly flew up into the air by her neck from the brutal muscles of Broan kicking out both legs, flinging both arms and gagged and then coughed softly for partials of fresh air molecules. She didn’t make a loud sound as her face started to turn the color of light blue with a slight smile during the death hanging process.

When a person started to die, the body released heat. The heat made the dying body feel warm and cozy and as the face form a big grin of happiness. But the unconscious mind was confused.

Broan continued to use brute strength and heavy grunts, lifting the light weight slave girl up through the air waves while soaring her wiggling and alive body further upward towards one of the highest ceiling beams.

The other slave girls stood inside the semi-crooked line, slightly wobbling with nervousness without seeing or understanding what was happening inside the throne room. Kamela was not explaining the new work assignment inside the castle. However, each pair of eardrums heard a set of loud grunts from a tall male, who begin the mysterious slave girl new assignment.

The rope halted without movement.

The hair roots on the bone skull of the slave girl violently slammed up into the wooden beam with a soft whack. She gagged and coughed while breathing out a last breath of life. Her weakened and blue colored body slumped forward and as a set of red tinted blood proteins coming from a broken neck slowly dripped down from the broken skin with earth gravity, slamming down over the clean floor in silence.

One of the red tinted blood proteins hit down into the upright face on the cheekbone of Broan. He swiftly back stepped away from the dangling girl on top of the cathedral ceiling with a loud grunt and wiped off the blood, slamming a back spine into the side wall of rock, lifting and tied the end of the rope onto one of the individual poles that held a medium sized flag with the design of an ugly black upright creature with a set of white fangs that represented the royal family of the Kingdom of the Snow. The dead slave girl continued to sway and hang by her neck muscles underneath the white tinted wooden beam, slowly dripping down a set of tiny red tinted blood proteins over the white tinted wooden floor.

Kamela continued to sit and frown inside the lounge chair with a puff of annoyance, gently patting the slight tiny bloody wound on the rear bone skull of her head with a hand in frustration, watching Broan.

Broan scooted sideways and reached down, jerking a second piece of white rope from the open chest with a grin, moving ahead and stopped, standing underneath the next highest rafter beam of white tint. He bent down on both kneecaps and tossed the rope over the next bean near the top of the cathedral ceiling. The end of the rope sailed over wooden rafter and then slapped down onto the floor. He fiddled with the rope and quickly created another loop, without facing the line of wiggling slave girls but sneered. “Send the next slave girl over to me now!”

The first slave girl gently pushed the third slave girl in the direction of his voice with a sweet smile on her face as her eyeballs could not see the vile action and her eardrums could not the soft suffocation coming from a hangman’s noose around the neck muscles.

The third slave girl wobbled side to side with a fake smile toward the male body for the new slave assignment like always.

 

Inside the attic space, Strawn and Cumberrun continued to rest top of the smooth rock coated attire floor that overlooked the interior throne room and stared with equal height at each slave dead with a sad face and in silence.

Cumberrun reached down with a sneer and touched the shaft with a growl, staring with a whisper at the first hanging dead slave girl. “It…”

“Silence!” Strawn leaned over with a set of gritted teeth and a whisper into the cheekbone of his friend.

“We should do something, bro.”

“We can’t do anything. They will kill us, too, brother.”

“She…she is going die for us.”

Strawn exhaled with fury. “She is going to die for us to hide and then to escape and then to live. Now, we must find our missing Princess Teath. We must avenge all the dead slave girls, after we find our lost kin. We must show the Confederation rats that there is a true line of royal within the Pamburg Kingdom which is you and me. This is the only way that they will leave our lands and our lives alone. During our trek to find Princess Teath, we will be free to avenge everyone that gets in our fucking way, brother. Or all of their innocent deaths will be worthless, Prince Cumberrun.”

Cumberrun exhaled with a huff of angry, “Fine! I get to kill the big bad boy Prince Broan in cold-blooded murder and you get to kill the pretty cunt Princess Kamela.”

“When the time comes, you go for it. I won’t stand in your way.”

Cumberrun slowly crawled backwards from the prettily triangular-shaped glass panel on the opposite end of the throne room watching the downstairs action with a sour frown. The third slave girl slapped her skull on the wooden beam, slowly swaying and hanging by the rope neckline in a pretty death near the ceiling. He softly sneered. “Let’s get outta of here!” His legs touched the next stone coated step and as he twirled around and stood upright with a deep sigh, swiftly moving down the staircase without looking back to see the horror show. He growled and mouth spat on the stone with furious angry. He would come back after Cumberrun found the misplaced Princess Teath, which would save his life, her prince-hood, and the Pamburg Kingdom. Then Cumberrun would come back and find and then kill Prince Broan. He whispered for his eardrums only. “I promise, slave girl.”

They dashed down the steps and retrieved the fur coats, donning the warm apparel. They opened the stone door and hung by open archway, spying into the night. The weather produced more snowflakes coming down from the cloudy sky. The air temperature was cold. The moonlight was high and bright on the white ground.

 

 

Barn entrance setting

 

 

Strawn led first from the door and crouched down at a fitted waistline, rapidly dashing away from the royal castle, over the snowy ground, turning into the entrance of the old barn. He rushed down the hay floor as each horse stall was empty without the noise of the beast, but the lingering stinky smell of the missing mammals. He slid to a halt and stared at the row of silver tinted doorless sleighs, without a posted guard, where the moonlight illuminated each escaped transport. Cumberrun followed behind Strawn and ran backwards surveying the rear flank of the barn entrance without seeing a guard also. He swung around and almost bumped into Strawn, scooting around, heading toward the third sleigh.

Strawn stood in place and tossed a palm in alarm. “No.”

Cumberrun leaned over and pressed the button. The third sleigh roared with power and slowly wiggled side to side in the snow mound, inching ahead through the melting flakes. Cumberrun jerked back with a chuckle and back stepped from the moving transport, rushing ahead, and stopped at the sixth sleigh. He slid inside and sat down in front of the control panel.

Strawn nodded with a chuckle and ran ahead, sliding down into the opposite seat on the front bench with Cumberrun on the front section. Cumberrun turned with a smile which was hard to see in the moonlight. “Are we ready, bro?”

Strawn bounced up and down in the furry and dried covered bloody coat, staring out into the snow which glistened on top of the ground in the moonlight. The night was dark with a few bright stars between waves of thick clouds. He grinned with a nod of amusement. “We are ready, brother. Hit it!”

Cumberrun reached down and slapped the green button for go. The medium sized silver tinted sleigh roared into power and shifted side to side wanting to leave the snow mound for a new adventure also. He bounced up and down with excitement while chuckling with glee in the furry and dried covered bloody coat also. The sleigh continued to wiggle side to side as the snowflakes melted around the heated engine and through the thick mound of snow. He turned and frowned down at the mounds of snow. “Hey! What’s going on here? Why are we not moving forward?”

“The sleigh is covered in snow piles, Cumberlynn.” Strawn reached over and shoved the snow from the side of the frame with a smile. “Give it some time! The engine is melting all the snowflakes around the entrapped ski gear. Then, we will move forward. Can you drive this thing down the slope of the mountain? It looks kinda steep from here,” he stood upright from the bench seat and leaned over the single windshield. The heated engine fumes were melting the snow from the hood. His eyeballs darted down into the darkness of a valley where the moonlight rays did not shine. Strawn sat down with a worried brow.

Cumberrun leaned over and started to press numerous buttons with a nod and a grin. “Well, hell, yeah! I’m the greatest pilot of the Pamburg kingdom,” he laughed with Strawn.

The sleigh violently shuffled side to side as Strawn and Cumberrun bounced up and down and then sideways into the middle, colliding into each other with a set of screams in panic. The sleigh tilted forward down towards the steep mountain side into the dark valley. Strawn and Cumberrun leaned and hugged each other with a set of more screams in panic. The sleigh viciously slid forward further down the sloped mountain side down toward the dark valley. They screamed in horror and both slammed each body into the dashboard, falling downward onto the floor with another set of yells of worry.

The snowflakes had melted around the engine and the ski gear loosening the equipment from the snow mounds. The sleigh tilted further downward and then rapidly slid downward, bouncing off the first protruded rock ledge, launching into the air. The princes hugged each other in terror and screamed in fear. The sleigh dropped down through the air and hit, bouncing off a second protruded rock ledge, launching into the air and landed back onto the snow bank. The sleigh continued the rough dive over the sloped side of the mountain, going down through the valley of darkness as Strawn and Cumberrun cuddled in protection and screamed with fear.

Cumberrun turned and bad breathed into the scared face of Strawn. “I love you, bro!”

 

Inside the throne room within the Kingdom of the Snow, each slave girl prettily hung in a beautiful arch like an array of pretty ornaments on each white tinted wooden beam near the ceiling inside the throne room of Princess Kamela, without answering the posed question of yes.

Broan looked up with a sour frown and looked down to mouth spat on the floor with frustration, moving ahead and stopped kneeling in front of Kamela with a sad pout. “I am sorry, Princess. I thought that I would find the traitorous tramp for you.”

Kamela exhaled with a nod and then looked up with a sour frown at the ceiling that showed rows and rows of dead slave girls. The floor was slowly covered in tiny wet puddles of dripping red blood proteins. “I don’t know why you bothered with a vocal interrogation. Each slave girl was blinded from birth, so I was told. She didn’t see your correction action for the one to confess to the crime. She didn’t hear the gasp of the last breath coming from each hanging slave girl. Not one girl could see your pretty arch of dead girls.” She looked down with a smile and reached out tickling his naked chest with a giggle. “I like it.”

He looked up with a grin. “I am pleased that you are pleased. A Sensitive can sense when something is bad. I had hoped that the traitorous tramp would have confessed or tattled to save the rest of her slave sisters. I guess not. The bitch was selfish.”

She flipped a hand into the air with a smile. “It doesn’t matter now. You have found and now punished the mysterious criminal. I am must assured,” she reached out and grabbed both his hands with a smile and a wink. “Now, it is time for your princely reward from your princess. I invite you into my bedroom for a nightly fun before we have to attend the boring, snoring play day at the great big sand castle.”

Broan stood upright with a chuckle and gently pulled her into his naked chest with a wink, slowly twirling around, carefully strolling around the tiny wet puddles of blood with a set of giggles and smiles.

They left the throne room as a set of individual moonlight rays twinkled on each swaying dead slave girl that hung from an individual ceiling rafter during the night.

 

 

10th hour (late even)

 

 

Kingdom of the Sand

Home of dead Imperator Kung, his wife dead Imperatoress Haildrameme

first royal Princess Pelf and second royal Princess Nixie

 

Tan beach sand with streaks of yellow dancing lightning bolts

Warm temperatures with bright moonlight and stars

 

 

On top of the sands, Pio wore a long dark blue cloak. The cloak was open, not clasped, revealing a tall and slender body of a female girl. Her body glowed in white tinted skin that was marked with a series of tiny to large rusty colored ugly scars which had healed over time. The dark blue cloak coated her collar bone and her back spine with a set of half sleeves. Protruding down out from the sleeves, a pair of arms from the elbows displayed only a tint of dull silver human skin. Her bone skull was covered in long light brown hair that exhibited multiple parts throughout the scalp which had healed over time also.

The father of Pio, Baron Vetepurr stood a little taller than his daughter with a tone of glowing white tinted skin from living years underneath the metal pits. Sunlight did not penetrate the landmass. He wore a dark blue cloak like his daughter without a shirt that protected some of the skin from the flaring sparks of the hot metal. The underground pits were very steamy and very heated. A body could not dress in too many fancy accessories, such like, a shirt or a tunic or a long ankle-length gown. The sizzling heat and steam would suffocate the human into instant death.

Thus, each male metalist wore a naked chest which allowed the heat to sweat off a heated face and body. A pair of loose trousers caught the set of flying metal sparks and burnt the loose fabric, not the tender flesh of the male. A pair of short heavy walking boots protected the feet that allowed the metalist to continue to work or not to eat. Each male wore a set of long hair on the sides of the face and down the back spine. If a piece of flying metal hit the hair strand, then burned off the group of hair strands, not the delicate face tissue. Thus, the hairy skull was marred in a series of pink tinted vertical and horizontal parts like the comb contained a blade.

Each female wore a single band around the breasts for decency mostly. Some of the older female metalist went naked on the chest like the young males, since the chest and the breasts were deeply scarred beyond eyeball recognition, thus the long life of a metalist.

If the metalist lived that long inside the underground pit without dying from metal poisoning or metal scar burns or metal shrapnel penetration.

Each female wore a set of loose trousers to catch the flying metal debris and save the legs which hang over pair of heavy walking boots for the care of the foot. Each female wore a set of long hair over the face and down the back spine which was additional protection for the human body from the tiny sparks of flying heated metals. However, each bone skull was burn-marred like each male with a series of vertical and horizontal pink tinted burnt skin that naturally parted the hair which covered the entire scalp.

If a metalist lost one foot or both feet due to the metal burns, the metalist was killed on sight. The metalist was put down to rest inside the after-light. The underground pits required working on a good pair of legs with a good set of feet. A limp metalist could not tote and carry a tube of heavy metal components or assist with a single vat of heavy metal liquid.

Her father, Baron Vetepurr was the royal owner of each underground pits. His knowledge and skills required full attention with safety details for continuance of the metal component production which provided an assortment of metal parts for every mechanic item within the Confederation. He exposed a naked chest that was covered in a series of small to very large rusty colored scars from years of working inside the pits. He also was the father of live first royal princess Pio, dead second royal princess Mio and dead third royal princess Nio/

Pio stood in place with a growl and turned to see the array of broken parts of airships and the set of dead bodies. “Are the fucking dead corpses breeding? It seems like more bodies than before. They are everywhere over the bloody sands. What a fucking mess?” She exhaled with annoyance at the biggest mess of metal and dead bodies on top of the sands.

In the close distance, the Educator led several semi-crooked lines of Sand servants as each had been pulled out of a warm bed to clean up the mess on top of the sands and then decorate the Assembly Hall for the Nab, the Numb play props for the tomorrow morning royal play with all the royal teens, which would determine the new ruler of the Confederation lands. The Educator and the servants entered the Social Tower for their working duty late at night.

Pio stared at the back spine within each row of shuffling servants with a deep sigh, reaching down, rubbing the aching bones and new blue tinted bruises on her princess body. She was not used to performing so much physical labor as the first royal princess from the Kingdom of the Fire. She looked up into the bright moonlight with a sneeze of snot dust coming from the broken metal pieces and then looked down at the dead body before her boot toes. She sighed and dropped down, reaching out, grabbing the collar bone of next dead body over the sands and scooted it towards one of the docked river barges.

One of the female metalists advanced, stopped and stood with a stern face next to the nose profile of Pio. “Pio, the wounded have been moved into numerous plantation houses inside the Kingdom of the Land, instead of inside the Social Tower. Social Tower rooms are messy and wrecked with sleepy drunken or stoned natives, broken furniture pieces and some dead smelly bodies. However, I don’t who will attend to the sick.”

Pio exhaled with annoyance of the nightly task, “All right! Someone there inside the Kingdom of the Land has a set of medical skills to aid the living. I think. The dying will die. I guess,” exhaling.

The metalist said “Three of river barges have been filled with dead bodies and tubs of metal pieces. They are leaving for our kingdom.”

Pio turned with a stern face and narrowed the eyelashes, staring at the three moving river barges. A row of wobbling four different river barges stood near the shoreline on the Kingdom of the Sand. Kung had released the fleet of river barges to assist with the clean-up on the sands. Each deck of the river barge was slowly loading with numerous steel tubs of burnt, used, and abused metal pieces which would be used to build and add to the growing fleet of airship that were hidden within the Kingdom of the Fire, where only Pio and her father possessed the secret information.

Immediately after the announcement of new rules from the royal play, if Pio was not selected by the populous of the people, then something wonderful was going to happen. The populous of the people vote was supposed to count towards the selection of the new young royal teen ruler, but it didn’t. Like the previous imperators, the royal teen from the Kingdom of the Sand always married the royal teen from the Kingdom of the Land for centuries.

Vetepurr was going to change that royal tradition. He would attack each sand castle and then capture the Confederation kingdom for his daughter. Pio was supposed to rule with her royal boyfriend Vantrey, but Vantrey had died in the Battle of Pamburg with honor.

So, Pio would rule with her father, who was a widower and represented the male side of the royal throne.

Pio nodded, “Excellent work!”

The metalist looked ahead with a worried brow to see the scrub forest. “A group of metalists had gathered up and then moved away all of the smelly body parts of each dead slave girls out from the Assembly Hall and then dumped the bloody body parts down into the scrub forest like always. However, the team has not returned. I am worried.”

Pio turned with a laugh to see the scrub forest. The forest was dark with tiny lights of flying bugs. “I am not.” The team of metalists was smarter than their leader Pio. They had toted out a bloody basket into the dark scrub forest and then dumped all the bloody body pieces onto the sand for the bugs and birds, washing their individual naked dirty body inside the warm ocean waves while playing in the sand among the moonlight rays, without the assigned manual labor. Later this morning, after receiving both sleep and food, Pio would track down and find that team of metalists giving them either a slap of a hand for fun or a slap of a shaft for disobeying

The metalist frowned. “The Educator came and collected all the Sand servants to clean up everything inside the interior rooms of the Social Tower. Should I go and retrieve the Sand servants with my voice or my shaft, Pio?

Pio laughed again. “Don’t worry about it! The Sand servants had to set up for the royal play tomorrow morning. Or we all will be facing the shaft of Kung.”

She sneered. “Kung is a sissy nab. When we are going to overrun him and the other…?”

“Sh!” Pio gasped with alarm and then smiled with a laugh. “I agree with your set of mental thoughts. Now, go and continue to pick up all the abused and burn and good metal pieces and place the tubs onto one of the empty river barges. Send each full deck towards the Kingdom of the Fire as soon as possible. We can use the parts and pieces to finish building our set of new airships before we overrun him and the others.”

She smiled, “Excellent, Pio.” The metalist spun around and dashed ahead towards a dead body for pick-up.

Pio continued to stand in place and then dropped down the dead body with exhaustion, standing upright, arching an arching back spine. A different team of metalists were loading each dead body and each tub onto the deck of each river barge. Once a river barge was filled, the boat would sail across the Delta waters towards the Kingdom of the Fire, where each dead body would be buried and each metal piece would be melted and then remolded into a new component.

Pio slowly stumbled ahead, squatted down, and reached out, lifting a burnt piece of metal in the air, standing upright with a stern face and dumped the piece of nasty garage down into the bin which sounded with a loud thump.

Beside the trash receptacle, the voice of metalist appeared and then shouted out loud, “Pio!” The metalist stopped and stood behind the back spine of Pio.

“Yeah!” Pio moved ahead with a sneer and squatted down, grabbing another burnt piece of metal that came from one of the exploding airship.

She followed behind Pio and exhaled with exhaustion. “It is getting more darker, since the moonlight is blazing more brighter rays. When are we all going back to our cave holes to rest and eat the evening meal?”

“We work until the work is done. Go and work first! Eat and rest later!” Pio dropped down onto the kneecaps and crawled over the sands with a sneer, reaching out and touched another piece of metal with a sour frown. “Tomorrow, it is the royal play with the court of royal teens that will be seen on each arm patch. Go and tell each metalist that there is no labor work for the rest of day and the night, tomorrow! You get a day of fun and sun,” laughing.

“Yes. I will. Thanks, Pio.” The metalist spun around with a smile and lifted both arms in silence celebration of no labor work, dashing to the first metalist and collided into her friend, whispering the new order with a chuckle coming from Princess Pio.

Pio stood upright with the broken metal piece and stared with a stern brow at the scrub forest. The grove of tall trees and each large tree leaf looked silver tinted within the bright moonlight. The rows of short scrub bushes appeared black and menacing at nighttime like each bush was advancing towards each sand castle. The scrub forest was rich black tint as the flock of birds and nest of beetles enjoyed a nightly meal and then had some fun within the sands, the scrubs, and the ocean waters.

Pio desired to play in the sands and warm ocean waters, too. She desired the lips and the hands of her dead royal boyfriend Vantrey also. She sneered at the placid scrub forest with envy and promised that she would become the new queen of the Confederation lands that included now the newly acquired Pamburg Kingdom, without her love and with her father and with blood and bone fragments, if needed. She looked down with a sour frown to see the broken piece of metal, tossing it up into the large receptacle trash bin with a deep sigh of more work and slowly back stepped with a sour frown from the trash bin in silence and spun around, moving back to work with disappointment.

 

 

Social Tower building

2nd floor level

Storage room setting of Pelf

 

 

Pelf raced around the storage room floor with a set of deep breaths from toting an individual body shield and an old fashioned sword that had been stored here inside the Social tower. Each old fashioned silver tinted hand-held chest shield had never been used by a cowardly and dead royal person centuries ago, since war had never come inside the Confederation lands as each smart and clever Imperator had ensured a peaceful Confederation kingdom with the neighbors in the north and the west. The war equipment lounged around the floor or on a side wall for ages while other pieces of junk furniture and storage boxes hid each war gear hanging beautifully on the tan colored smooth wall. Pelf didn’t have to slung around boxes to find the trophy piece eithers. The social party with the groups of partying drunk and stoned natives had invaded the storage room and then had broken or stolen the heavy boxes of useless stuff, but the walls of war gear.

Pelf pulled down each chest shield and a sword one at a time, swiftly raced down to the staircase, out the entrance archway, and around the dark side of the Social Tower. There was a second entrance down into the lower, lower dungeon space, where the Society of Tertogogs would come out and play during the moonlight evenings after cleaning up the rooms inside the Social Tower while all the human royals slept.

Pelf swiftly toted the war equipment down into the dungeon space and handed it to the leader of the Tertogogs. The Tertogogs were not going to war with the Confederation royals and natives.

The confederation lands were at peace and had conquered the Pamburg Kingdom. Now, there was plenty of landscape and opportunity for the entire Society of Tetrogogs to venture into and expand their individual families.

Pelf had decided that each tall and tiny Tetrogog would attend her upcoming royal wedding with Modoc. Then, her parents would see how nice, friendly, and useful that the Tertogogs could become. Then, they would live on top of the sands, instead of underneath the sands.

She had developed the brilliant plan without any feedback or opinion coming from her parents, her sister Nixie, and her boyfriend Modoc as each family member would object or worse, punish the Tetrogogs.

Pelf reached up with a smile and grabbed one of the smaller chest shield and a smaller sword that had been metaled for a small human princess child. Each young Tetrogog child would be dressed in a war outfit while looking brave and bold during her upcoming royal wedding and in front of her royal parents. She spun around away from the wall with a giggle and raced down the hallway toward the staircase. She would work all night until early morning as poor princes Pio and her army of metals were busy cleaning up the sands from the silly war with the spies of the Pamburg Kingdom, where all had died on top of the prettily tan colored sands. The ranks of the Sand servants were busy working with nighttime work painting and preparing each prop for the Nab, the Numb play which was schedule for tomorrow morning inside the Assembly Hall while the other adult and teen royals nicely slumbered.

Pelf could hear the vocal shouts coming from each working servant and then a piece of tool equipment buzzing throughout the air space while working on the props.

The Nab, the Numb was the silly royal play, where the populous of the people could see the teen royals for the first and the last time on an arm patch or listen with a face patch the words of the royal play. Then each teen royal would marry another teen royal after the royal play. Then the married teen royal couple began a new royal duty as a royal adult inside one of the Confederation kingdom.

Pelf was nervous but excited and confident now. She hoped to win the populous vote and then marry first royal prince Modoc becoming the new imperator of the Confederation which had been done for centuries. She knew that her sister Nixie loved Modoc. But Modoc loved Pelf in both spirit and mind. Then Pelf would marry and then carry out her mother’s royal work too.

 

 

 

Kingdom of the Fire

Baron Vetepurr and first royal princess Pio

and dead royal second princess Mio and third royal princess Nio

 

Underground metal pit number six

Cool temperatures with parted clouds of dull sunshine

Underground fire pit setting

 

 

The metal sleigh coming down from the Kingdom of the Snow swiftly slid side to side down the icy slope of the snowy mountain side within minutes which seemed like hours for the two scared princes and then stopped with a jolting hit, skidding to the side, slamming into the groves of upright trees. It rested in metal pain of tiny moans and groans.

Tucked down into each other and plastered into the wall of eth floor board, he whispered with a loud moan. “It stopped.” Strawn continued to rest over the wet floor inside the curved metal sleigh with a set of shallow breathes of horror from a dangerous ride down a high mountain.

“My heart stopped, also.” Cumberrun reached down and slapped a chest with a loud grunt. “Now, my heart has restarted,” he slowly crawled out from underneath the dashboard console and carefully stood upright, feeling the warm air, touching his face for any broken bones and the teeth for any missing tooth. He smiled. “I am whole and here, again,” he continued to wipe off the snow and the sweat from a distorted face, scooting over, climbing out from the cab of the damaged sleigh with a sneer. “That fucking sleigh ride was not fun. The next time I see that blind bitch, I’m going to slap her face silly.”

Strawn scooted over the bench seat with a growl. “Stop it! The slave girl, she saved our two sorry-ass lives. I wished that we could have done the same for her. She’s dead now. The vicious Confederation royal teen pair had hung her by the neck muscles for helping us to escape. She didn’t tattle that she had hidden us inside that smelly and dirty old attic that overlooked the throne room.”

He exhaled with a huff of mixed angry and sorrow. “I know that. But she couldn’t identify us, even if she had tattled on us. Yeah! That doesn’t make any sense. Okay!” He laughed with a smile. “Where do we go next, bro? Now, we don’t have a home anymore. And we don’t have a set of princely brothers anymore. And we don’t have a set of protective squires anymore. Or a warm body or a hot girl…”

“Shut it!” Strawn stood in place with a sneer and wiped out the sweat and the snow from a face and body, sliding down from the destroyed metal sleigh transport, landing on top of the flat ground surface. “I can’t think out loud while you yelp like a wet puppy into my right eardrum. Where are we located now?”

“I ain’t standing near your right eardrum. I ain’t a puppy either.” Cumberrun carefully picked a footpath over the new terrain with a stern face, slowly strolling ahead with a smile, scanning the new landscape through the moonlight rays with a chuckle. “The land is flat to my boot heels. The soil is dark colored. The tall trees are dark colored too. I hear the waves of water. I turn and face the north which is the Delta water that is very, very close to the shoreline. The moonlight light is white. The moon is sorta yellow colored and bright. So, I don’t fucking know where we are located at, Strawnella,” he extended both arms feeling for a protruded object through the moonlight rays and continued to slowly stroll ahead with a chuckle.

Strawn moved ahead and then stopped with a gasp. The moonlight rays were bright but not illuminated enough to clearly see the dirt ground. He slowly strolled ahead and extended the arms, as well, moving ahead through the darkness. “Well, we need to find a shade tree for slumber,” he yawned with an open mouth.

“We need to sleep in the open dirt ground for safety. A shade tree might contain deadly birdies or wormies or other things. In the openness of the soil, we can get up and run away swiftly. The air is nicely cooled for my body,” he yawned with an open mouth. “But I am both tired and hunger.”

Strawn slowly moved ahead with a stern face feeling the exhaustion and hunger too, when the edge of the boot slid down over the ground. “Damn! Watch out! The solid ground is not solid for a pair of princely feet. There are several holes down in the ground. What part of the Confederation kingdom has a set of deep holes burrowed down in the ground?” He slid sideways again and then tumbled sideways, standing upright, “Uh! I fell down and sideways down into a great big dark hole of something.” He spun around to see the dark hole, “Uh! There’s a great big hole down there. It looks like a cave.”

Cumberrun spun around with a chuckle and dropped down both arms, racing ahead and stopped at the nose profile of Strawn and stood on top of the ground and as his eyelids narrowed and focused on the dark hole. “Good!” He moved ahead and reached out, grabbing the arm of Strawn. “It’s a cave. We can sleep here for the night and be safe. Let’s move down and get out of the moonlight,” he released the arm of Strawn and climbed down each solid step with a smile, slapping both boot heels on top of the smooth rock floor with a chuckle, swiftly moving ahead with a hum.

Strawn stood on the second step with a confused brow and then slowly climbed down each stone coated step, standing on top of the new floor, seeing the moving back spine of Cumberrun without yelling out loud. He didn’t know if a beast or a beauty lived here underneath the ground.

Cumberrun swiftly moved down the rock coated floor and as his face darted side to side at each open side tunnel with a smile. “No. No. No.” This underground pit was empty of Confederation natives and noise of human or animal voices. The walls were rough tan colored rock without a piece of art work or a haunting ghost figure. Some of the ancient sites were haunted with he-ghosts and she-ghosts of ancient times. He ran down the enclosed cave passage and stopped with a smile seeing the familiar design with a nod, “Hey, Strawnella! Get your ass down here now!”

At the bottom of the rock coated staircase inside the cavern, Strawn gasped in alarm after hearing the loud distress yell coming from Cumberrun. He ran down the smooth rock floor without staring into the other side tunnels and stopped in the hallway, alone and worried. Cumberrun was gone. Strawn was too late. Something had taken and then eaten his princely brother.

Inside the interior of the side cave, Cumberrun strolled around the room with a smile and a nod of happiness. “In here, Strawnella! Come in here and look what I have found!”

Strawn turned with a smile to see Cumberrun and the new cave, moving inside, strolling around the room. The room was an oval shape of red tinted rock that glowed and illuminated the entire space. The walls were curved and enclosed like a cave. The forward wall opposite from the entrance door possessed a running stream of flowing clear water.

In the middle of the rock red tinted floor, there was an open pit without steam or heat. Numerous plumes of white thin-looking steam slowly drifted up from the open hole toward the ceiling and then evaporated inside the room making the enclosed space very warm.

The room was empty with a sitting or sleeping furniture piece or a working or resting native. Each side wall displayed a set of tall skinny poles of green long leaves of plants or short stacks of hanging individual pieces of palm-sized raw meat, vegetables, and fish.

Cumberrun slowly strolled around the enclosed room with a grin and extended both arms in the air with a nod. “This is an underground pit. The pit is known as a pit cave which is a natural underground cavern of several miles that is predominantly a horizontal cave passage. Each entrance point runs flush with the flat hard ground in the neutral color of tan with a set of rock coated steps in red tint. The pit cave is made of thick layers and layers of colored hard rocks. The rocks are mined or chipped out coming from the solid wall. a bucket of individual chunks of rock chips is soaked down into the running stream of water until all the rock particles soften up. Then the soft rock particles are hand-molded into a shape and then burned into another type of metal components for an airship to a cooking pot for all the natives of the Confederation,” he stopped at the opening on the floor with a smile and pointed down at the object. “And this is the cooking pit or an earth oven. A cooking pit is a simple and ancient cooking structure within the world of civilization. An earth oven is an open pit that resides down in the ground, where all the elements are trapped and then heated and then baked, smoked, or steamed at the food. An earth oven has been used in many places and numerous cultures as a key sign of a human settlement. An individual fire pit is naturally descended bed of hot and heated rock down in the ground that is not covered but exposed. The sheet of rock protects the fire from the underlying soil in case of land fire. The cooking pit of fire rocks is naturally made when the shuffling soil exposed the rock. The pit stays heated from the protective shelter of the cave roof from rain and sunshine elements and does not smoke within the enclosed cave wall and leave a heated pile of nasty burnt ashes.” He clapped with a smile and removed his battle vest, tossing the item down over the floor. “Now, we select our meal entrée from the available food tree which are the short stacks of poles,” he spun around with a chuckle and strolled toward the side wall, squatting down, examining each food items. Strawn moved ahead with a smile and a growling stomach for food and stopped, squatting down, reaching out for one of each food items. Cumberrun frowned at eh food pole and then looked back over a collar bone at the fire pit. Then he looked at the food pole and back to see the fire pit for a second time with a puzzled brow, “Something is wrong.”

Strawn gasped at the handful of food. “Is there something wrong with the food? Is it poisoned?”

He frowned. “No. Something is wrong with the food pit. There is no heat or stream.”

Strawn reached over and collected more food with a smile. “Steam comes from water that has evaporated into a gaseous form, Cumberlynn. Ah! You failed your princely science class,” laughing.

“Yes! Steam does come from water,” he scanned the room with a smile. “And there is a stream of low moving water against the forward wall,” he stood upright with a chuckle and spun around, moving ahead towards the stream. “You would’ve made a great king of Pamburg, Strawnelle.”

Strawn softly chuckled. “Thanks.”

On the forward wall, Cumberrun collected an empty cup from a different skinny pole and stopped, standing in front of the running stream with a chuckle, squatting down. He drowned the cup and filled the inners with water, standing upright and spun around with a smile moving ahead, leaving a visual trail of tiny water droplets over the floor towards the fire pit. He stopped and stood a few feet from the open fire pit, tossing the water into the air.

Strawn stood upright with a smile and two handfuls of food with parts on his forearm also, slowly spinning around to see the action. A spray of flying water traveled through the air and missed the fire pit. “What the fuck are you doing playing in the stream?”

“No! A cup of water must be tossed down into the fire pit which will burn up all the air molecules into a steaming smoulder. Then the food is placed on top of the earth oven and then covered to cook for us to eat. The cooking pit is naturally composed of numerous fire-heated rocks. You must place water over the rocks to create a plume of moisture with stream.”

I’ll do it!”

“No! I got it!” Cumberrun tossed more water from the cup into the air. The water soared through the air and landed on top of the open fire pit. Numerous plumes of white thin-looking steam slowly drifted up from the open hole toward the ceiling and then evaporated inside the room making the enclosed space very warm. The steam quickly filled the room with intense heat. Cumberrun reached up and touched his nose with a gasp. “Wow! If I had been too closer, it would have been off with my set of facial whiskers,” laughing. “Now, we’re ready to prepare our plates of food for cooking.”

Strawn stood in place in front of the food poles with a slight cough, blinking both eyelids open and closed with a sour frown, “Geez! The steamy room is blinding my eyeballs.”

“Close your eyelids like me! Then, your eyeballs will be safe and sound.” Cumberrun closed the eyelids from the wavering steam until the gas evaporated near the ceiling.

Strawn moved ahead with a chuckle and cupped both hands with a smile holding a set of raw food, hearing a growling stomach, and stopped. He slowly leaned a face and a torso over the pit of cold flames.

Cumberrun opened the eyelids with a smile and then gasped in fear, dashing ahead, reaching out and quickly grabbed both the biceps of Strawn, jerking his princely brother away from the pit of cold flames. Both he and Strawn tumbled backwards and landed down on top of the hard rock. Strawn released both of his hands and then dropped down the food items over the floor with a growl. “What? What happened? Why did you do that? I’m hunger, Cumberlynn.”

“I’m saving your cute amber curls, bro!” Cumberrun shoved Strawn off his legs and toward the side of the hard floor with a loud grunt, slowly standing upright, pointing down at the pit of cold flames with a worried brow. “No! No! Don’t lean over into the open fire pit, Strawn. The cold flames drift up from the below ground fire pit and are seem as invisible rays within your pair of naked eyeballs, but they will burn your skin off the hands and arms and your hair right off the skull bone. You’ll be bald for the rest of your young days, bro,” he spun around with a laugh and moved ahead, stopping and leaned over, gathering handful of food with a smile.

He slowly stood upright with a worried brow while staring down into the open pit. “How is that so?”

Cumberrun slowly spun around and headed back to the fire pit with a smile. “The cold flames don’t destroy matter. It just changes or morphs matter or you or me or animals into something else. We haven’t seen the native that live here. But my eyeballs can tell you that each Confederation native is bald headed without facial or body hairs as the cold flames swiftly burn off the exterior hair and any other pretty or ugly feature that you might wanna keep.”

Strawn spun around and gathered a handful of food again, spinning around, moving back to the fire pit too. “How do you know all of that?”

“That pretty girl, where I met at the Mine Village, she was both pretty and bald. And her exterior skin was scarred with a set of tiny pink diagonal and zigzag burn marks, where she worked with the cold flames.”

Strawn stopped and stared down with a frown at the pit. “That seems horrible.”

“It is only horrible, if you see horrible, bro! People are all different, Strawn. We have different thoughts, different looks, different feelings, and different duties while living and serving within the Pamburg Kingdom. That beautiful bald headed girl accepted her commoner duty as a miner and she was a very good worker for her person, her family, her village, and her kingdom. You shouldn’t judge people just because they lost their hair or their mind. Everyone has a place and a purpose here, except that bitch name Pio. When I run into her shaft, she will be dead,” he ate some of the raw vegetables and swallowed with a grin.

He looked up the food with a cupped hand with a smile. “Who’s judging now?”

Cumberrun slowly twirled around with a handful of food and marched back to Strawn and the fire pit with a sour frown. “That bitch Pio literally murdered rows of innocent people as each one was tied up on one of those vertical poles. Those people couldn’t defend their person against her shaft skills. That’s not a good work. That’s a great sin.”

Strawn exhaled with annoyance and continued to hold the raw food in both hands, staring down at the fire pit that didn’t show a fiery fire of color. “So, how do we cook the food?”

Cumberrun stopped with a sigh and then smiled, slowly spinning around, and dashed ahead towards the side wall, reaching down, kicking the new skinny pole. A couple of objects dropped down onto the floor. He kneeled beside the object and gently spread the food over the object. “Come over here and do what I do!” Strawn back stepped from the fire pit and spun around, moving ahead, and stopped, kneeling beside the second object, spreading the food like Cumberrun. Cumberrun smiled with a chuckle. “We use this big pretty plant leaf. See? It is very long and very strong like my fucking dick, when fully elongated. The cold flames do not affect the natural plant or trees or bushes, only the unnatural natives,” he stood upright with a chuckle and grabbed another handful of raw food items, returning back and spread the food over the heavy thick banana leaf on top of the floor. “Now, place the raw meat, fish fillets, and the vegetables on top of the single green colored banana leaf. Then, place a second leaf on top of the raw food. Now, we will place both each paired banana leaves thingy over the heated rock that will be used to cook the raw food into cooked food which will capture the moisture and trap the heat, cooking the raw food into edible food. Shove the long banana leaf ahead with tip of your shaft. The shaft was created from the underground wall of rocks with cold flames also,” he slowly shoved the set of stacked banana leaves over the floor with the tip of his shaft.

Strawn whipped out his shaft and leaned down over the floor, shoving the pair of banana leaves with the tip of the shaft toward the open pit with a smile. “How do you know how to work a fire pit with heated rocks?”

“I saw this method during one of my many visits throughout the villages of the kingdom.”

“You saw it during one of your many visits that were all illegal. This fire pit is like a great big indoor oven where all the food plates are prepared. Am I going to be cooked inside a great big oven room?”

“Naw,” Cumberrun halted the forward motion with a grunt and then gently shoved the stack of banana leaves over the smooth rocks inside the fire pit, leaning backward on both hands over the floor with a sigh, hearing the food cook.

He exhaled. “Good! I’m hunger and I’m worried. The natives of the Kingdom of the Fire will be coming back home today or tonight or midnight tomorrow night. Then, we’ll get into trouble.”

Cumberrun tilted a skull to hear the cavern floor. “I don’t know. This underground pit is empty. I don’t hear any faint sounds or loud voices. I don’t smell any other cooking food plates either. I don’t taste any metal particles.”

He slid his stack of banana leaves over the smooth rock as the white steam engulfed the green plant creating light green misty fog. Strawn could hear the sizzle of the meat juices and watched the food cook, making his stomach growl and his face smile. “What does that mean? You don’t taste a metal particle,” he sat down and watched the pit of cold flames and the new array of white smoke.

Cumberrun sat upright on an ass and removed his battle vest from the heated room, leaning down onto the floor while outstretching on both hands and long legs with a smile. “All the underground pits are heated with rocks that line each cave wall. These rocks are very special and melt down in heat into goo which creates all the metal components which are used to build a shaft. So, when the rock is melting, the air will sometimes contain a tiny set of drifting metal particles. Your tongue can taste the metal as ticks like a fire spark. Your nose holes burn with the fresh sensation.”

“How do you know about delicious metal particles and burning colorful fiery sparks inside a mouth and on a tongue and up your nostrils?”

“I visited one of the underground pits near the mouth of the snowy mountain. One of the villagers…”

“One of the prettiest female villagers taught you with her pink tinted tongue.”

Cumberrun laughed, “Right! The prettiest female villager taught me all kinds of stuff that night along with her pink tinted tongue. I didn’t know that I was such a virgin,” smiling.

“We eat and then we find a bed and sleep. I’m tired from fighting and losing.”

“Can we somehow live here for the rest of our lives?” Strawn turned and frowned at the red tinted cave.

“Hmm! I think that would be dangerous. This underground pit and cavern is not used now, but it might and could be used starting the next day or the next week or the next month. The pits are rotated every year so the rock can grow.

“Rock does not grow.”

Cumberrun pointed at the wall and then back to see fire pit with a laugh. “The rock actually growls and then grows. How do you think it produces a wall of baby rocks? Our food is done and ready to eat. I’m hunger.”

He turned and surveyed the wall with a puzzled brow. “Where will we live now?”

Cumberrun twisted around and kneeled back down on the floor, leaning down, shoved the bigger ball of his shaft into the stack of banana leaves. The stack slowly moved across the fire pit and settled onto the rock covered floor. He stood upright and wiped off the sweaty brow with a smile, moving ahead towards the leaf of steaming and hot food, sitting down on the floor. He scooted the banana leaves in front of his body, leaning down to eat with all fingers, swallowing the food with a grin. “Let us think about this logically! We can’t live and thrive there inside the Pamburg Kingdom. We are both a pair of fugitives with a throat slashing coming from the new king of somebody. We can’t live here within the Kingdom of the Snow. We’re thieves. We can’t live here within the Kingdom of the Fire. We don’t know shit about making a metal component,” he ate and chewed the food with an open mouth.

Strawn repeated the same maneuver as his princely brother and sat down next to Cumberrun, eating with all fingers, swallowing the good food with a smile. “How are we supposed to survive here within the Confederation lands?” He ate the food and chewed.

He swallowed with food particles between the teeth. “First, focus on controlling the blood loss. If your limb is hit by another wicked shafter with a shaft, allow pressure between the wound and the limb. Second, suture the wound with a set of safety pins or fish hooks. Third, improvise a tourniquet to stop squirting blood. Finally, if there is a chance of survival, hold off. But if not, sterilize the blade on the big ball of your shaft with fire or whiskey, reduce the effect of shock by deep breathes and finally severe your wounded bloody limb at the joint rather than midway at the bone…”

He spat out a set of used food particles into the air and over the floor with a smile and a laugh. “Not applying and surviving first aid in the field battle! What type of working skills can we possess as a pair of ex-princes?” He ate and chewed the food.

“A bloody fight and a bloody survival!”

Strawn swallowed the food with a smile. “O. These are two pretty skills for surviving.”

He chewed and swallowed the food with a smile. “We can’t live inside the Kingdom of the Lakes. I hate to eat seafood. So, we have eliminated one side of the entire continent. On the other side of the continent, there is the Kingdom of the Sun. It is very, very hot with lots and lots of orange dirt with a set of ugly transgender people. I don’t like sand inside my drawers or my boots. There is the Kingdom of the Wind, where someone had started a forest fire there and then burnt down all the pretty trees. Who would do that nasty thing?”

Strawn ate, chewed, and swallowed the food with a smile. “It was a couple of drunk and horny male dancers.”

He laughed and mouth spat used food particles into the air and down over the food, “Yeah! There’s the Kingdom of the Sand. Did I mention that I don’t like tiny sand grains?”

Strawn laughed, “Yeah, about four hundred and sixty-nine times.”

He hissed. “I have not mentioned that I do not like sand four hundred and sixty-nine fucking times, bro. You fib and you got food on your cheekbone.” Strawn wiped off the food stain from a face. Cumberrun chewed and swallowed the food with a grin. “Finally, there’s the Kingdom of the Land, where all the food comes from to eat. I vote that we travel there and bend down on the kneecaps and ask for an outdoor job to collect and eat mouthful food.”

Strawn chewed and swallowed the food with a grin. “That’s not a bad idea! I like that idea! We will have both food and shelter. So, how we do cross over the wide and deep Delta waters without getting eaten by a shark or blown up by a speed boat?”

Cumberrun burped out loud with a smile from the good food. “Let us get there third and then sleep here on the warm floor near the food second, and a glass of water first. Then, I’ll have a solution in the morning, bro!” He stood upright from the floor and wiped off the food from the face and the hands, moving towards the running stream of water with a smile of happiness and a belly of contentment.

 

 

Royal underground pit number one

Interior cave setting of Princess Teath of Pamburg Kingdom

 

 

The heavy steam inside one of the underground caves finally cleared and revealed the curled up body on top of the warm floor. Princess Teath from the Pamburg Kingdom was sound asleep from the exhaustion hand work after creating her own personal shaft. Teath had finished the long hours of work on her personal shaft creating the two balls, screwing each end into the long slender rob. The final and last process, Teath had placed the heated balls and the rod down into the stream of cold running water. The series of warm air molecules and the cold water had solidified the shaft together as a deadly weapon for the revenge and protection while creating a room of heavy steam molecules that made Teath very sleepy.

Each underground pit was very steamy and very heated. A live working body could not dress in too many fancy accessories, such like, a shirt or a tunic or a long ankle-length gown. The sizzling heat and steam would suffocate the human into instant death.

On the side wall in a circle of pink glow, the body outline of the dead mother of Teath smiled down at the sleeping face of her live daughter that showed a set of tiny pink tinted zigzags burns across the face, the chest, and the neck of the princess with a bald skull without the long amber locks.

Each mine worker wore a dark blue cloak that protected some of the skin coming from a series of the flaring sparks of hot metal. Each male metalist wore a naked chest which allowed the heat to sweat off a heated face and body. A pair of loose trousers caught the set of flying metal sparks and burnt the loose fabric, not the tender flesh of the male. A pair of short heavy walking boots protected the feet that allowed the metalist to continue to work or not to eat. Each male wore a set of long hair on the sides of the face and down the back spine. If a piece of flying metal hit the hair strand, then burned off the group of hair strands, not the delicate face tissue. Thus, the hairy skull was marred in a series of pink tinted vertical and horizontal parts like the comb contained a blade.

Each female wore a single band around the breasts for decency, mostly. Some of the older female metalist went naked on the chest like the young males, since the chest and the breasts were deeply scarred beyond eyeball recognition, thus the long life of a metalist.

Each metalist worked with a pair of hands, not a mechanic ascension system of ropes or hooks that dropped down a handful of softened rock particles down into a pit of burning cold flames of fire. If the metalist lived that long inside the underground pit without dying from metal poisoning or metal scar burns or metal shrapnel penetration.

Each female wore a set of loose trousers to catch the flying metal debris and save the legs which hang over pair of heavy walking boots for the care of the foot. Each female wore a set of long hair over the face and down the back spine which was additional protection for the human body from the tiny sparks of flying heated metals. However, each bone skull was burn-marred like each male with a series of vertical and horizontal pink tinted burnt skin that naturally parted the hair which covered the entire scalp.

If a metalist lost one foot or both feet due to the metal burns, the metalist was killed on sight. The metalist was put down to rest inside the after-light. The underground pits required working on a good pair of legs with a good set of feet. A limp metalist could not tote and carry a tube of heavy metal components or assist with a single vat of heavy metal liquid.

Baron Vetepurr was the owner of the all the underground pits as a head royal. He had one live daughter and two dead daughters in birthing order Pio, Mio, and Nio. Their metalist knowledge and skills required their full attention with a set of safety details for continuance of the metal component production which provided an assortment of metal parts for every mechanic item within the Confederation. Each royal princess daughter possessed an exposed and naked chest that was covered in a series of small to very large rusty colored skin burns.

Each female and male metalist worked with a naked chest which allowed the heat to sweat off a heated face and a sweaty body, if the metalist survived that long down inside one of the underground pits without dying from metal poisoning or a set of metal scar burns or the metal shrapnel penetration. If a metalist lost one naked foot or both feet due to the metal burns, the metalist was killed in death on sight. The metalist was put down to rest inside the after-light. The underground pits required that each metalist possessed a set working legs and a pair of good feet. A limp metalist could not tote and carry a tube of heavy metal components or assist with a single vat of heavy metal liquid.”

On the wall, the pink glow of the dead mother of Teath continued to admire the sleeping princess and then gasped in alarm, back stepping, disappearing from the solid wall of rock to investigate the loud noise. She was a spirit that could roam around the planet while hearing the faint sound of a single cricket song or the loud racket of each fighting Confederation native. She could appear on the front of any solid object, such like, metal, plaster, stone, and brick.

A few seconds later, the dead mother of Teath reappeared back onto the solid rock wall in a pink glowing circle and stared down with a smile brow and a whisper at her sleeping daughter. “Everything is well, my live daughter. Two of the fourteen Pamburg princes had escaped and survived hiding out inside one of the underground pits like you also. But you do not need to worry. Your Pamburg brother princes will never recognize your new appearance as a Fire mine worker with a head of no more amber colored locks and a set of tiny pink tinted zigzags burns across the face, the chest, and the neck and a pair of half-painted silver tinted forearms to the elbow crooks, but you are not a metalist yet, but still a Pamburg princess. So you continue to sleep until I awaken you, my live daughter.”

 

 

 

Continued…


Prince Wars

A royal tale of flight, fight, or fancy... Royal Wars is a new series of love and hate; princesses and princes, shafts and swords, power and submission; greed and gift; life and death. Between the two Great Oceans, there is a large continent which is unnamed and filled with numerous individual kingdoms that make up the Confederation. The Kingdom of the Sun The Kingdom of the Land The Kingdom of the Wind The Kingdom of the Sand The Kingdom of the Fire The Kingdom of the Snow The Kingdom of the Lakes However, there is a plot of fertile and rich land which is named the Pamburg Kingdom that is surrounded by a range of mountains, the Delta water, and a pair of crystal gates where no comes in and no one comes out. Within the Confederation lands, a gang of young seventeen-year-old royals are attending the last few weeks at the Royal Academy selecting a mate for life and starting a new career path as an adult royal of the inherited kingdom. Except, some teen and adult though processes are pondering a new adventure that might lead to a new leader, if the various plots are played out correctly.

  • ISBN: 9781370714322
  • Author: Ipam
  • Published: 2017-04-20 17:20:14
  • Words: 126217
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