After Abdul Jalil's story ended as he leapt into the pit of the Great Mortus, followed by Kristina, her sacrifice of eternity—was it truly out of love? Or was it all part of Yazur Yaturk's plan, who refuses to lose another puppet? No one knows the real reason behind Yazur's betrayal, nor why Abdul Jalil and Kristina left. And thus, Marsha is left alone without a king—or rather, without a husband who loved her as Abdul Jalil did.
But don't worry, dear reader. A surprise awaits you... and awaits Marsha and the people of the Kingdom of Bujars. We will reach it soon, but I'll leave you a chance to imagine what the ending might be once the tale concludes.
"I gave permission to create this kingdom—and I will be the one to destroy it!"
Yazur Yaturk roars as panic spreads among the people.
A terrified woman cries out:
"Help! Where's the queen? Someone stop this madman!"
Yazur strides through the streets of the kingdom, unleashing unstoppable destruction. With a single motion of his hand, like wielding a magical brush, buildings and homes vanish from existence. Debris rains down as the structures crumble under his overwhelming power.
People scream and scatter through the streets. Some flee, others remain frozen in place, resigned to their grim fate.
"Dear God! How can one man cause such destruction?"
A trembling man exclaims.
In the distance, the royal palace stands tall amidst raging flames. Yazur Yaturk walks steadily toward it, eyes filled with merciless fury as he gazes at the sky.
"This ends now—once and for all!"
He speaks with unwavering power, holding a glowing sphere of magic as he heads for the palace gates, ready to deliver the final blow. The kingdom marches toward annihilation under Yazur Yaturk's hand, and the queen's end begins in ruin.
As Yazur nears the sparkling royal palace, holding the magical orb that gleams brightly, each step brings devastation—towers collapse, walls fall. He laughs maniacally as he watches the destruction unfold.
Yazur Yaturk:
"This is the end of all power and glory! You no longer belong within these palace walls!"
Suddenly, just as Yazur admires the chaos he caused, Cyrus appears through a magical portal, holding Suleiman and Marsha, both in shock at what they've witnessed.
Cyrus:
"So, Yazur... you think you've accomplished something grand?"
He speaks with a shaky voice, catching his breath.
Yazur Yaturk, glaring in disbelief:
"How did you get here? You're not supposed to be here!"
Cyrus, with a mysterious smile:
"Magic has its ways, old friend. And I never lack anything when I have what I want."
Yazur lets out a wicked laugh, slowly approaching them, toying with their minds in silence—his magical presence causing them pain.
Then, suddenly, he stops. His expression changes. Tears of joy fill his eyes.
Yazur Yaturk:
"Ali... I missed you."
Ali's voice:
"Me too. What are you doing, Yazur? This isn't who we were. We had principles."
Yazur:
"They tarnished our names—mine and yours. I must correct that."
Ali's voice:
"Then don't kill them. You know where to send them. He needs help. He can't remain alone in that place."
Yazur:
"Fine. I'll send them in three."
Ali's voice:
"No—only the Algerian."
Yazur:
"But... I don't want to kill Cyrus."
Cyrus, alarmed:
"Who is he talking to? Is he going to kill me?"
Suleiman:
"I don't know. Let me try to use my powers."
He looks behind with glowing red eyes and sees an invisible magical portal. Whispering:
Suleiman:
"It's Ali Pasha—Abdul Jalil's great-grandfather."
Marsha:
"Where is he? Can you tell us? Maybe we can use that!"
Suleiman:
"I can't say. I see his lover, Katharina—the mermaid who came between Yazur and Ali—sitting beside him. She never left. She'll kill us if she sees us."
Cyrus:
"Let's stay quiet... maybe he'll spare us. We can't defeat him."
Marsha and Suleiman:
"We know."
Ali's voice:
"Use the queen to provoke the Algerian. You'll be surprised what happens."
Yazur:
"How?"
Ali's voice:
"Katharina says there's a secret lover... a heart that's been hiding love all this time. She's sending Morrow to silence them before they hear me."
Yazur:
"Once I'm done, I'll visit you... I miss you."
Ali's voice:
"You are welcome, came to see your old friend, I'm still trapped in this cursed place."
Suddenly, Yazur wipes away his tears, his face turns stern. He lifts Marsha into the air without touching her—using only his magical force.
Yazur:
"I suppose I'll kill you first... unless someone sacrifices themselves for you."
Marsha, struggling:
"I order you not to interfere. I am your queen, and that's a royal command!"
Cyrus:
"I'm bound by Yazur's old treaty—I cannot interfere."
Yazur:
"What about you, Arab?"
Suleiman, proudly stepping forward, head held high, smiling as if seeing the gates of paradise open before him:
Suleiman:
"I will."
Marsha:
"No, Suleiman, don't do this!"
Suleiman:
"Mimi... you've always been the star I could never reach."
Marsha, weakly:
"What? Only one person calls me that..."
He smirks as if revealing the truth. He lets her go and watches silently, his right hand behind his back—ready.
Marsha:
"Sasa... is that you?"
Suleiman, with a tender, hidden love:
"Yes. I truly loved you. But you never saw it—especially after you called me nothing but your servant."
Marsha:
"You were my servant... and my bodyguard. I didn't know you loved me."
Suleiman:
"Oh, you knew. Maybe I wore a mask all those years, but your father threatened to throw me into the black pit if I confessed my love. So I just sent you your favourite birthday gifts. You loved breakfast in bed—I delivered it. You loved jasmine flowers—I planted you a whole garden. I admired your cursed beauty even without your true love... but I was never enough for you. Didn't you once say—"
Tears stream down his face as he speaks without turning back, walking toward Yazur with open arms, ready for his end.
Suleiman:
"I can't love someone like you. You're cruel. I need someone soft and romantic. Maybe my work made me hard—but you never gave me a chance to show my heart."
Yazur interrupts, stabbing him with a translucent white sword. Black blood gushes from Suleiman's mouth as he's flung into a sudden portal that snaps shut behind him.
Yazur:
"Enough love for one day. Take care of Abdul Jalil in the Great Mortus chamber."
Marsha falls to her knees, crying loudly.
Marsha:
"You're heartless... but so am I. Perhaps the curse suited me—everyone I love gets hurt."
Yazur laughs wickedly, extends his hand, and releases a black aura toward her.
Yazur:
"Your wish is granted. You are cursed again."
Marsha looks at her hands and body, now darkened—the curse has returned. She screams:
Marsha:
"Abdul Jalil, where are you? Suleiman, where are you... when I need you the most?"
Yazur walks away, laughing:
Yazur:
*"They're in the Great Mortus chamber. The curse won't lift until you marry one of them—true love only. So... pray that one of them escapes the vault."
Who will fall in love with the cursed one?
He steps into a magical portal which closes behind him.
Cyrus and Marsha gaze at each other in silent sorrow. Then, giant stone hands rise from the earth, grab the piece of land they're standing on, and the ground swallows the entire kingdom.
To Be Continued…