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the darkness, blotting out any sunlight. Their bark was mottled and splotched,
                                                                                                                                         The forest was primordial. Centuries-old trees with sprawling limbs guarded
                                                          THE RING                                                               its surface diseased. Clumpy combs of  wet moss dangled from their rotten

                                                                                                                                 boughs. Underneath the moss, lethal larkspur peppered the mulchy floor.

                                                                LEE KE YIN                                                               None of that deterred Jose’s determination in seeking the heirloom. After

                                                                                                                                 lots of trekking, he finally found the tree where the heirloom was believed to have
                                         “Reclaim the throne, my heirs, for it is the only way for our family to                 been hidden.
                                  achieve glory…….”
                                                                                                                                         There was an ancient willow with a nymph guarding the tree. As she was
                                         Lucas Calvarho’s dying wishes were followed by a short brassy cough, then               awakened by the visitor, the nymph’s glistening emerald eyes glared at Jose, as her
                                  dead silence. With that, the Calvarho family lost the kingdom throne to the                    flamed-like hair flickered. She paused after elegantly gliding through Joe, inspect-
                                  Oliveiras, and was deported to a remote land where they settled  down                          ing him once more before taking out the heirloom, which was a diamond ring,
                                  and built their own kingdom. For centuries, the grudge between                                 and spoke to him:
                                  both families  burnt like raging  fire,  thus  the  goal  of  reclaiming  the
                                  throne from the Oliveira family ran through the Calvarho veins.                                        “This ring has powers, it can reveal anything.”

                                         Beating the Oliveiras seemed like an impossible quest for the Calvarhos.                        “Anything?”
                                  For four generations, they had tried but failed to take back the throne. It
                                  wasn’t until Jose Calvarho’s birth, that the family mission seemed to be reig-                         “Yes, master. The past, the future, anything your heart desires.”
                                  nited from the ashes of despair. Something about Jose set him apart from
                                  his siblings: his bicolor eyes. His honey-amber iris and smoky-amethyst                                Jose  held  the  ring,  examining  it  while  catching  its  radiance.  Fascinated
                                  pupil consolidated into one, were, according to folklore, related to myth-                     by the ring, he wondered what exactly happened back then. Why did
                                  ological creatures. He was like a blooming rose in a field of wildflowers.                     the Calvarhos fail to take the throne? The next thing he knew, a thick
                                                                                                                                 mist magically formed before him out of thin air. A strong wind whisked
                                         Jose’s ambition in reclaiming the throne grew steadily. There was not a                 him off to a seemingly familiar place, out of time. Appearing before him
                                  day that he did not stick his head in the heap of the Calvarho ancestral records.              in the mist was a figure of man and a woman embracing each other.
                                  The more he read, the more he found outabout his family’s past. Rage slithered
                                  through his veins like a venomous phython, blinding him and consuming him. His                         It was a tale of two lovers. Lucas Calvarho loved Margaret Oliveira,
                                  trusted advisor, Kruff, intervened when he saw this, and guided the young Calvarho             the only daughter of the Oliveiras. Both families had prominent mem-
                                  to tame his wrath and repurpose his anger into strategies for the upcoming war.                bers who were chancellors of the king, and both had a chance of succeeding
                                                                                                                                 the throne. Due to their shared position, they held grudges towards each
                                         Jose Calvarho was determined to take back the throne.                                   other.  When they discovered the relationship between the two young
                                                                                                                                 lovers, they were disgusted. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back as
                                         The  following  fall,  the  crisp  autumn  winds,  the  gloomy  colours  that           the Oliveiras blackmailed the Calvarhos into giving up the throne. Since Lucas
                                  clung  to the trees, and the deciduous nature of the melancholic season all                    promised to protect Margaret from harm, he convinced his family to flee.
                                  meant the same thing……War was here.
                                                                                                                                         To the Calvarhos, this was the secret that had to be brought to their
                                         Jose led his troops north for the Oliveira kingdom. Halfway, he                         graves, thus a distorted truth was passed down. It was this very ring which was
                                  ordered the troops to rest for a few nights in the bordering forest of Volkof.                 a token of forbidden love, carefully and artfully crafted as an eternal, abiding-
                                  The  forest  was  rumoured  to  house  a powerful  Calvarho family  heirloom,                  place for the two young lovers. But should love prove false, and faith be broken,
                                  guarded by a tree nymph. It is said that the secrets held within it would                      the ring will lose its virtue and be consumed by dark magic, rendering it useless.
                                  bestow the Calvarhos power grand enough to reclaim the throne. Only a
                                  Calvarho descendant would be able to find it. Undoubtedly, it would be Jose                            The mist lifted and upon knowing the truth of his family, Jose Calvarho

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