Galaxy Wars: The Legacy of Light and Darkness

As a king without ascending the holy mountain, the old ancestors decided a way to retain some honor for the godfather king, he would go out for a trial mission. Honor was everything for kings, but some kings might prefer not to have this risk especially if their health wasn't good.

Unlike Islinda's late father, her uncle and her father's twin brother were in very good health. It was well known to everyone how many illnesses that stroke her late father nearly once monthly, so it was logical for her uncle to choose the honorable way.

"Can I have my flame of honor," Her uncle said towards the shaman without hesitation. The risk of going to a foreign trial was well known to everyone, even to Islinda, who hoped her beloved uncle wouldn't do that step.

She wanted to say something but her uncle glanced at her with his kind eyes which made her stop, that stubborn look she knew well as her late father always had it.

Islinda knew how important one's honor was here, but she missed her father very much, and now the exact copy of him was about to go out for a long time that might reach a year, and she wouldn't be able to see her father's face again.

She held herself from crying and prevented her tears from flowing while she watched the shaman giving a dark orange with some faint whiteness to her uncle.

"May the honorable ancestors be with you," The shaman said.

"May the honorable ancestors be with you."

"May the honorable ancestors be with you."

"May the honorable ancestors be with you."

The crowd down there repeated the shaman's words fanatically, Islinda didn't look at them as she was attracted by her uncle who said after taking a deep breath:

"I want to say goodbye first to my new king."

Islinda made great effort to prevent herself from crying, but she couldn't prevent her body to tremble faintly or this single tear to drop from her eyes. The love she felt from her uncle reminded her of her father's kind heart and love for her.

The shaman looked towards her asking silently for advice, as this wasn't part of the rituals. Islinda nodded her head with great difficulty, as at this moment she remembered her uncle's two daughters near her age who were like sisters to her.

The two of them would suffer like her from the absence of their father, so she decided to take care of them in his place till he returned safely. Gronadan walked after taking permission from the shaman with steady steps towards Islinda.

"My little child, I will have to go away from you for a while, but I want you to be firm and strong, make your father proud," he said when he stood against her with kind, full of love eyes.

Islinda couldn't hold herself as he was at this moment an exact copy of her late father, so she didn't hold herself back this time as she threw herself hugging him while crying, as she said with trembling voice:

"I will miss you my beloved uncle, don't worry about Reli and Fiora, I will always be with them."

Gronadan sighed as he patted on her back while saying with soft voice:

"I'm not worried about them, as I will take care of them myself."

Suddenly a fire engulfed Islinda as Gronadan stepped a few steps to the back. Islinda looked in disbelief and shock towards herself, towards this fire, and towards her uncle, whose face changed strangely to become like someone else, someone vicious, hideous, and ferocious.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you doing this?"

The fire had no effect on Islinda, as it was the fire of the trial that her uncle should have used. It was a portal flame that could tear space and take the person somewhere else, a random far place than here.

"Me? I'm your beloved uncle, don't you recognize me? Ah, I see, I played the role of your supportive kind-hearted uncle for so long and I seem to play it perfectly, hahahaha."

Islinda's body trembled, this time not from pain or loss, but from anger, extreme hatred and anger.

"As for why I'm doing this the answer is very simple and clear, it's for the throne idiotic girl," this distasteful treacherous uncle said with big smile and loud laughs.

"You will never get the throne," Islinda said with a deep tone while looking straight towards him.

"You are mistaken, everything is set in position, I'm now acting as the godfather king, and I just used my jurisdiction to choose what you call a dishonorable way by sending you, one who lies under my authority, to the trial instead of me," he said with happy tone like a victorious conqueror who just broke into the heart of his enemy.

"Don't you have any honor?" she said.

"Honor? Hahaha, no idiotic child, I'm not that stupid like you and your father. What use is this honor for? I don't have honor, but I have ambition and a great mind to plan for that ambition for years," he said sarcastically.

"You will never enjoy the throne, I will end the trial and come back to kill you and your entire family, I swear on my father's grave," Islinda said ferociously.

She was raised as untamed tiger by her late father, she wasn't the kind to run away from trouble when facing them, she preferred to crush these troubles head on and win them.

"You are very optimistic; do you believe I selected a random trial for you? It took me years to perfectly select one that you won't get out of it. Go to hell and enjoy your stay there with that hateful brother of mine," this time, he spoke seriously without a shred of mockery.

Before Islinda could say anymore, the fire burned with a sudden blaze to tear a hole in the space and push her through it.

Once she entered there, the tear was closed spontaneously leaving a stupefied, clueless audience behind her with that snake treacherous uncle that she wanted desperately to kill.