Interlude: The Tale of Jastira: Part 16 – The End of Queen Jastira’s Reign

A few more days had passed and Enzorhan still had not returned. Gaviunus grew more and more irritable. Which made him more and more abusive towards Jastira. Jastira did her best to keep Gaviunus pleased. To give him all the pleasure she could. She had grown desperate. She thought maybe if she could convince him she could be the perfect slave that he might decide to spare her. But Gaviunus never showed even the slightest amount of warmth to her. And he grew angrier each day that Enzorhan failed to return.

On the sixth day after Enzorhan had departed, Gaviunus grew even more fed up. He was in the throne room, making Jastira polish his boots by humping them with her wet pussy, which she was enthusiastically doing, still desperately trying to convince Gaviunus she was a slave worthy of being kept alive. Gaviunus angrily called for his advisor, Chalinus, to be summoned and a guard went to fetch him.

Chalinus entered the throne room a few minutes later. “Yes, your highness, you seek me?” the old man said as he entered.

“Still no word from Enzorhan?” Gaviunus asked.

“No, your highness, nothing,” Chalinus replied.

“Damn that man,” Gaviunus growled. “Go find me the most senior priest or priestess that remains in the Oasis.”

“Right away, your highness,” Chalinus said and he hurried out.

Gaviunus glared down at Jastira who was still frantically humping one of his boots. “No more,” he snapped and he kicked her, sending her tumbling to the floor. Crying softly, Jastira knelt there on the floor at his feet. Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt panic overwhelming her as she awaited Chalinus’s return

Chalinus showed up a few minutes later. With him was another old man, dressed in robes. “This is Pesha, one of Enzorhan’s deputies,” Chalinus announced. Pesha gave a respectful bow to the king.

“Priest, do you know all of your cult’s rituals?” Gaviunus asked. “Including how to open portals. To the elf world specifically. Enzorhan was supposed to perform the ritual when he returned but it has been almost a week now.”

“I know the ritual and I think I can perform it in Enzorhan’s absence, your highness” Pesha replied. “But I should review the scrolls. I have never done that ritual, of course. Other than our late former High Priestess, the only one of us who has attempted it is Enzorhan.”

“How long do you need?” Gaviunus asked.

“Just the rest of the day,” Pesha replied.

“Then we shall commence the ritual first thing tomorrow morning,” Gaviunus said.

“I will begin reviewing the scrolls right away, your highness,” Pesha said and he exited the throne room.

Jastira began to cry as it sunk in that she had less than a day to live, but Gaviunus and Chalinus ignored her sobs. Chalinus pointed towards Jastira. “My King, I was hoping I might have a final… or I mean I was hoping I could use the Queen,”

“Have at her,” Gaviunus replied, waving his hand at Jastira dismissively.

“Thank you, your highness,” Chalinus said excitedly. He hurried over to Jastira and clipped a leash onto her collar. Yanking the leash, he forced her to her feet. Chalinus began to lead the sobbing elf maiden from the room.

Chalinus took Jastira from the palace and through the city. He had a small home a few blocks from the palace and he took her inside. For Jastira, it was a blur as she was taken away. All she was focused on was her imminent fate. She realized that, absent a miracle, she would suffer a horrible, painful death the next morning.

Chalinus took Jastira to his bedroom. “Sit,” he commanded and pointed to the bed. Jastira moved to the bed and sat on it, and Chalinus sat beside her. “The moment I saw you, I knew I wanted to suck on those luscious tits, but I have always been so busy. Finally, I get a chance,” he said. He leaned in and lowered his head to her breasts. Chalinus took Jastira’s left nipple into his mouth and he began to noisily suck on it. Jastira knew the man was just eager to sample her tits because she was about to be burnt to death and this was his last chance to do so.

But Jastira barely noticed as her nipple was sucked. All she could think about was what the next morning would bring. But as Chalinus’s hand slid up her thigh, she suddenly grew determined. Determined that she would live. Or at least fight to live. As his hand began to rub her slit, Jastira moaned loudly and parted her thighs wider. As Chalinus continued sucking on her now stiffened nipple, his fingers slowly began to rub her sit. He grunted, pleased that her pussy was wet and warm. Taking his index and middle finger, he slowly pushed them inside her wetness, causing Jastira to moan and her hips to buck. With his fingers fully engulfed in Jastira’s pussy, Chalinus used his thumb to rub small circles over her quickly swelling clit. He removed his mouth from her left nipple and buried his face in her other breast, taking that nipple into his mouth. Jastira started panting and she writhed around, pressing herself against Chalinus’s mouth as his tongue flicked at her nipple.

Chalinus’s fingers worked faster, thrusting into her quick and hard. He could hear the wet noises as his fingers plunged in and out of her slick cunt. He could feel the muscles of her pussy clenching against his fingers as her moans grew louder. He closed his eyes, in bliss as he fingered the queen and sucked on her nipple.

Chalinus continued sucking and flicking Jastira’s nipples with his tongue, going back and forth between them. Jastira was moaning and gasping, her hips bucking as Chalinus’s fingers plunged in and out of her so that she was humping his hand. Her own hand slid down to Chalinus’s manhood and she began rubbing him over his pants before she slipped a hand inside his pants and began stroking his cock slowly.

This excited Chalinus even more and he plunged his fingers in and out of her even faster. He could feel Jastira’s cunt twitching and clenching around his thrusting fingers and then suddenly she cried out loudly. Her legs began to shake and then her whole shook as she orgasmed, releasing a burst of liquid from her spasming pussy and soaking Chalinus’s hand. She fell limp against Chalinus as he continued assaulting her nipples with his mouth and tongue.

“Please Master, I beg to ride your cock,” Jastira whimpered as she continued stroking his now rock-hard cock.

“Permission granted, slut,” Chalinus said and he lay back on his bed. Jastira grabbed his pants and pulled them down his hips and legs. Then she climbed up on top of him, straddling his hips.

 

Jastira reached down and grabbed his cock, rubbing it along her wet slit before she slowly lowered herself, letting his cock push inside her. Chalinus groaned with pleasure as Jastira’s pussy engulfed his cock.

Jastira looked down lustfully at Chalinus as she slowly raised her hips up, letting his sock slide out from her pussy. Then she sank back down, letting his cock impale her again. Chalinus let out another groan of pleasure as Jastira leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest as she continued raising and lowering her hips, riding him slowly.

Jastira started to pick up her tempo, and the room was filled with the sound of her ass and thighs slapping into Chalinus below. She could feel him beginning to thrust his hips up as she rode him, his mouth hanging open in pleasure as her pussy squeezed his cock and slid up and down it. Chalinus reached up and grabbed her hips and he began pumping into her harder. The sound of slapping flesh grew louder, as did Chalinus’s groans and moans of pleasure.

Jastira started riding him harder. She reached down, placing her hands over Chalinus’s hands and pulling them from his hips. She guided his hands to her bouncing tits and his hands latched onto them, roughly squeezing and groping them as Jastira continued bouncing up and down on his cock. She rode the man hard, raising up her hips and then driving back down, her tight pussy milking the man’s cock. Chalinus’s groans grew loader and soon Jastira was moaning and gasping along with him.

Suddenly, Chalinus’s head lurched up and he bellowed loudly. His body began to tremble and Jastira could feel his cock erupting inside her. He groaned again and then fell limp on the bed, breathing hard. Jastira slowed her pace but continued riding him, sliding up and down his now softening cock. Chalinus’s eyes were closed and Jastira’s eyes darted around the darkened room. Her gaze rested on a metal bowl that was lying on Chalinus’s nightstand. Jastira glanced down at the man, whose eyes were still closed as he recovered from the ride Jastira had just given him. Jastira’s eyes went back to the metal bowl. It looked heavy. It would have to do. Jastira quickly leaned forward, her body lying across Chalinus’s, and she grabbed the bowl with one hand. It was indeed heavy and she struggled to pick it up with only hand but managed to do so. Jastira sat back up and took the bowl in both her hands looking down at Chalinus as she straddled him. His eyes were still closed; it appeared he was half asleep. Jastira raised the bowl high above her head. And then she brought it down fast, swinging it as hard as she could, and smashing it into Chalinus’s head. He let out a sharp cry and his eyes flew open. The Jastira raised the bowl and brought it down again. Then again. She smashed the bowl into his head again and again. Chalinus tried to scream but he made only soft guttural noises and then fell silent. Jastira cried out in a rage as she continued smashing the heavy bowl into his skull.

When she finally stopped, Chalinus’s entire face was mangled and disfigured. His dead, unseeing eyes stared up at the ceiling. The pillow below his head was soaked in blood and more blood poured from his broken head.

Jastira climbed off of Chalinus’s body. She looked around the room for anything she could use. On the one wall was a chest of drawers. She rummaged through the drawers, looking for clothes she might slip on. She found a shirt which she pulled on her head. His pants were too big however. She looked at the bed and moved over to it. She pushed Chalinus’s body, rolling it to the side and pulled free one of the sheets. The sheet below him was soaked in blood but this one did not appear to have any blood. She wrapped it around her waist as a makeshift skirt.

Jastira removed her earrings. She adjusted her hair, doing as much as she could to cover her pointy ears. She still had the collar around her throat. Jastira rummaged around Chalinus’s chest of drawers again until she found a small shirt. She folded it up and then wrapped it around her neck as a scarf. It concealed her collar. She looked at herself in the mirror and hoped she might pass a free citizen of the Oasis.

Jastira exited the bedroom and looked around the main living area. She hoped she might find a weapon of some sort but there was none. Nor did Chalinus have any food or water. She sighed, knowing any of those things would have come in handy. Perhaps she would be able to find some outside. She stared at the door. She decided she would slip out and try to make her way to the outside of the city and wall. She did not dare go to any of the gates. Any guard would likely recognize her face. But maybe she could scale the wall and then lower herself on the other side into the desert, and then try and make a run for it. She would need rope. Rope and water and food. She hoped she might find all of that out in the city. But she had to get out of here quickly. Jastira pushed open the door and slipped outside. She planned to move quickly and head down an alley, try to get to a less populated area of the city.

But as soon as she stepped outside, a hand grabbed her shoulder. There were two guards posted outside the door. Two of the king’s guards. Jastira cried out in alarm and tried to pull away and run but the guard tightened his grip. He looked her up and down. “Why are you dressed like that?” he asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. The other guard slipped inside the house to investigate.

He storming outside a few seconds later. “This bitch killed Chalinus!” he shouted. The guard holding her turned and glared at her. “I was told if this bitch tried anything to take her to the dungeon,” he growled and he began to drag Jastira off.

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Jastira lay limp in her cell. Her back, ass, and back of her thighs were still bleeding. She had been whipped fiercely, for what felt like hours. Then left in her cell. There were no windows and she had no idea how much time for passed. She was crying softly. Not just from the pain. But because she knew what was soon going to happen to her.

Jastira heard footsteps and then the door to her cell opened. She turned and looked fearfully towards door. A pair of guards were standing there. Along with King Gaviunus and the cult priest, Pesha.

Gaviunus smirked as he looked down at Jastira. “When you started sobbing yesterday, I figured you knew your fate. And I knew Chalinus was an old, stupid fool. So had guards posted outside his house, in case you tried anything foolish. Well, my Queen, I guess you know our plans for you. If it is any consolation, the death you would have normally received as a slave for killing a citizen of the Oasis would have probably been more painful than the one you are about to receive. Consider your fiery death a mercy.”

The guards stepped into the cell and hauled Jastira to her feet.

“You cannot do this!” Jastira wailed. “Please do not kill me!”

The King ignored her. He was holding the crown she had been given and he placed it on her head. “May your sacrifice bring me enough elf cunt to forever keep my citizens happy and obedient,” he said. A guard snapped a leash on Jastira’s collar and began to drag her out.

She was taken out of the dungeon straight to the main city square. A large crowd of Oasis citizens were gathered there. Gaviunus stood in the center of the square. “Citizens!” he bellowed. “Our Queen has served us well. She has been an obedient little slut. But the time has come. Our priests can sacrifice her and her royal blood shall open up a portal to her world. And from that world we will be able to snatch up more slaves. Soon, we will have an ample supply of elf maiden slaves, eager and willing to serve all of the citizens!”

The crowd started to cheer, and then they began to chant Gaviunus’s name. Gaviunus turned to Pesha. “Let us take her through the portals It is time to begin the ritual,” he said. Pesha nodded to the guard and the guard began to drag Jastira off.

 

Jastira cried, knowing her death was imminent.

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Jastira was in a panic and was desperately trying to resist as she was chained to the pole. A pair of soldiers wrenched her arms above her head and locked the cuffs from the chains to her wrists, securing her arms above her. “No! Do not do this!” she sobbed. Around her, men and women in robes were placing wood around her feet. Pesha was barking out instructions to the priests and guards. Gaviunus was standing nearby watching intently. Around them a circle of men and women formed, all of them Oasis soldiers or priests or priestesses of the Cult of Ug’dromon.

Jastira had been taken through the portal in the desert outside of the Oasis. They had walked less than an hour and then another portal was opened. After going through that portal, they had arrived at their destination. This is where they would be opening the portal to Elevosia. This is where Jastira was to be sacrificed.

“Please Master, please do not kill me! Am I not a pleasing slave! Please! I beg to continue serving you!” Jastira wailed.

Gaviunus rolled his eyes, annoyed by Jastira’s wailing. “Someone gag her; I am sick of her whining” he growled.

A priestess hurried from the circle and shoved some cloth into Jastira’s mouth and secured that with some rope. Jastira continued her desperate pleas but only muffled whimpers escaped the gag. As the priests and priestesses continued piling up the wood around her, another priest stepped forward. He held a dagger and he used that to make a small cut into her breast, then dipped his finger in the blood. He began drawing a series of symbols on her thighs. Jastira angrily tried to kick the man; determined to resist and fight. The priest stood up and angrily backhanded her hard across the cheek. A soldier stepped forward and grabbed her shin, holding her leg still so that the priest could finish his task. When the marks were drawn on her thigh, the priest and soldier stepped back.

“Your highness, we can begin whenever you are ready,” Pesha said to Gaviunus.

“Do not delay. Begin now,” Gaviunus said. Pesha turned to a priestess who was holding a torch and nodded. She stepped forward, torch in hand. As she approached Jastira started screaming in in her gag, thrashing wildly, and looking pleadingly at Gaviunus. She tugged desperately at the chains holding her wrists. The chains held firm and Gaviunus continued to ignore her. The priestess bent down and stuck the torch in the middle of the wood. As soon as she did, Pesha started chanting, reading from a scroll.

Jastira watched in horror was the wood quickly ignited. The fire spread slowly and soon she could feel its heat. Soon the flames were licking at her feet. Jastira began dancing around as the heat started to turn painful. She screamed into her gag. She knew this was it. She was being burnt alive.

Suddenly there was a flash of red light. For a second, Jastira thought it was the portal to her world being opened, but she remembered that portal was blue. Instead, this was the portal she had just been led through. As the portal appeared, Pesha stopped chanting and he looked towards the portal confused. Murmurs broke out among the cult members in the circle.

“What is going on…” Gaviunus said.,

Suddenly armored men on horseback came charging through the portal. Then men on foot brandishing swords and spears followed closely behind. Jastira watched but then the flames built up more and the pain in her feet and legs became unbearable. She started bucking wildly as she wailed in agony into her gag. She was oblivious to what was unfolding around her, but chaos had broken out. The soldiers that had poured through the portal were attacking the soldiers and cult members from the Oasis. Shouts and screams rang out as men and women were stabbed and chopped down.

Jastira was screaming harder now, thrashing wildly as the pain in her legs and feet grew even more unbearable. But suddenly a man in a full suit of armor, a knight by the look of it, charged towards the fire. He held an axe and he started smashing the inflamed wood around Jastira and kicking it away. He frantically bent down and started pushing the wood away from Jastira’s legs and feet, ignoring the searing pain in his hands as he did so. As the wood was scattered the flames around Jastira’s feet and legs was extinguished but smoke began billowing everywhere. Jastira started coughing from the smoke. Her eyes stung and watered from the smoke and he could barely see. The knight raised his axe and swung it above Jastira’s head. With a loud clang, the axe connected with the chains and the metal pole and the chains snapped. Jastira’s wrists were freed from the pole and she fell. The knight dropped his axe and caught her. He began to carry Jastira away from the smoke and smoldering flames. The knight set her gently on the ground and then quickly stood up, drawing his sword from his sheath as he prepared to engage any of the Oasis soldiers or cult members. But as he looked around, he saw that they were already routed. The soldiers that had poured through the portal were better trained and outnumbered the forces from the Oasis. Many of the men and women from the Oasis lie dead in the grass and many others had surrendered and were being rounded up or bound.

Seeing it was safe, the man bent down again and cradled Jastira’s head with one arm. He used his other to remove his helmet. Jastira was finally catching her breath now that she was removed from the smoke and when she saw the man remove his helmet, her eyes widened in disbelief. It was Berold. Jastira started sobbing and she sat up and thrust herself into Berold’s arms and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. He was crying too as he embraced her.

………….

Jastira watched as the captive soldiers and cult members from the Oasis were lined up and chained together. The scene looked similar to Jastira’s own arrival to the Oasis when she had been captured and brought there with the other new slaves. Except these captives had not been stripped naked. They were prisoners, not slaves. The militia was not as cruel and inhumane as the cult members and Oasis soldiers that they had just captured.

Berold had just finished telling Jastira how he came to find her. After he had stopped the cult members trying to open a portal, capturing one and killing the others, he had tried to find Jastira and when he could not find her, he realized she had been taken. He had looked for her for days and eventually found again the militia that was seeking the cult. They had never given up and Berold never gave up as they tried to find the cult and rescue Jastira and the other captives. Berold had managed to capture one cult member and they eventually captured others as well, but all of the captives had refused to talk.

Until they had captured Enzorhan, who was on his way to try to open more portals. Enzorhan had been interrogated and when the militia threatened to execute him, he had divulged everything. He divulged the chants necessary to open and close portals and he showed them on a map every portal that the cult had opened. He was eager to try to save himself.

Berold and the militia then gathered all their forces with a plan to invade the Oasis, which they had done this very day. The city was sparsely defended and the soldiers guarding it were not well trained. And the militia had quickly learned that many of the soldiers and cult members had departed to open up the portal to Elevosia. So Berold and a number of the militia soldiers had rushed through the portals to stop the ritual. Berold had not known Jastira was the slave being sacrificed until he saw her chained up in the middle of the flaming wood. If they had arrived a few minutes later, they would have been too late. But Jastira had been saved. Her legs were red and her feet were blistered in a few places from burns. But she knew she would heal quickly. It was a benefit of being an elf.

Jastira’s collar and cuffs had been removed and a cloak had been placed around her to cover her nudity. She was still clutching Berold. She did not want to ever let him go. A man approached and Jastira recognized him as Rolant, the soldier they had met in the village who had told them about the militia and its efforts to find and stop the cult. “Berold, we have finished chaining up the captives. We have a number of prisoners and are ready to take them back to the Oasis,” he said.

“Did you capture their King?” Berold asked.

Rolant shook his head. He pointed to a body on the ground. “I believe that is the King. He died in the fighting. We did not even realize he was their King until we saw a crown near his body.”

Jastira rose and moved over to the body and looked down at it. She nodded. “That was King Gaviunus,” she confirmed. She glared down at his body. She was glad he was dead.

“His reign is over,” Rolant said coldly.

Berold nodded. He gently took Jastira’s arm. “Let us return to their Oasis. We need to sort through the prisoners.” He turned to another soldier. “Open the portal,” he instructed. The soldier nodded and began to chant. There was a flash of red light and the portal opened. The soldiers began filing through the portal, leading the Oasis captives through it. Berold and Jastira waited until the end and then they too stepped through the portal.

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When Jastira entered through the city gate into the Oasis, Berold took her to the center of the city. There, soldiers from the militia were rounding up cult members, Oasis soldiers, and other leaders of the Oasis. There were hundreds of people lined up, all of them citizens of the Oasis. Jastira then saw her slave sisters. Their collars were removed and they were now dressed. They were with militia solders and the freed slaves were pointing out people from the line. The militia soldiers yanked those people out of the line and were putting them in chains.

“Anyone who is identified by a freed slave as a soldier, cult member, leader of the Oasis or as being particularly cruel to the captives are being taken away as prisoners,” Berold explained. “We are still deciding what to do with the rest of the people here.”

“Have they arrested the princess? Aelina?” Jastira asked.

“I do not know. Come, we will go see the prisoners,”” Berold said. They walked to a nearby square where the captives had been lined up. They were all in chains and being watched closely by militia soldiers. Jastira saw many cult members and soldiers that she recognized among the prisoners. She scanned the crowd looking for Aelina. Jastira did not see her. But then she saw Ghorza. Ghorza was separated from the other captives but was sitting on the ground, her arms and legs bound.

Jastira rushed over to her. “Untie her,” she cried. She crouched down and tried to pull the ropes free.

Berold hurried over. “We did not expect to find an orc here,” he said. “We assume she is dangerous.”

“She was kidnapped and enslaved just like me. She has done nothing wrong, and she is not dangerous! She is my friend!” Jastira said as she struggled to pull the ropes free. Berold looked at Jastira and then Ghorza. Then he crouched down, unsheathing his dagger and cutting away the ropes securing Ghorza’s limbs. As soon as Ghorza was free, Jastira embraced her, hugging her tightly. The two former slave sisters began weeping as they hugged each other.

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It was pitch black in the small windowless room. Aelina was huddled in the room with the guard, Henart. The room was a hideaway in the palace, entered from a hidden door in the throne room. When the men had attacked the Oasis, Henert had rushed to the palace to alert Aelina. She had quickly retreated to the hideaway, taking Henert with her. She wondered who the humans were but she assumed that whoever they were, they would not be happy that the Oasis had been abducting women and enslaving them. It would not be good if they found her.

She wondered if her father had returned from the ritual to open the portal to the elf world. Apart from her, only her father and a small number of his guards who had accompanied him to the ritual knew about this hideaway. But if they had been captured, any one of them might have divulged its location. Then they would find her. She wondered what was happening outside. All she could do was wait in the pitch black and pray that they did not find her in here.

………….

Jastira stood with Ghorza, Issarel, and Dhenzuba. They were in the same city square where they had once been forced to coalesce to offer service to the free citizens of the Oasis. Now a number of those citizens were lined up. They were individuals who had not been identified as leaders of the city or of the cult, or identified by any slave as being particularly cruel. So, they had been spared arrest and imprisonment.

Berold and the militia had debated what to do with all these people of the Oasis. There were thousands of people living here. Including many children. And many others who were relatively innocent of the crimes that had transpired here. Berold and the militia had decided that they would not arrest and imprison everyone. They didn’t have somewhere to hold thousands of prisoners even if they wanted to. Only the true villains were being imprisoned. Those individuals had already been led away in chains, through the same portals they had once used to steal away woman and remain here in hiding.

The rest were being allowed the option to stay in the Oasis. The citizens lined up in the square had been selected to receive this news, so that they could then disseminate that information to everyone else in the Oasis. Berold was addressing them now. He was informing them of what was being done and what had been decided. Any portals in the immediate vicinity around the Oasis were being closed and permanently sealed. Between the cult members they had captured and Dhenzuba, the militia knew how to seal the portals. They would soon be departing, along with all the former slaves they would be liberated. The portals would be sealed after they left. The only people from the Oasis who knew how to perform the rituals to open new portals were cult members who had already been imprisoned and taken away. No longer would anyone from the Oasis have access to a portal.

Those citizens from the Oasis that wanted to leave would have the chance to do so now, before the portals were sealed. After that, those that chose to stay would only be able to travel to and from the Oasis by travelling through the expansive desert. They would be on their own, forced to survive just as any other settlement of humans. They would not have magic portals and they would not have slaves.

Jastira had mixed feelings as she watched Berold addressing the selected Oasis citizens. Part of her wanted to see any citizen who had ever exploited or abused a slave to be taken away in chains. Part of her had wanted the entire city to be burned to the ground. But she understood that was simply not feasible and not everyone in the Oasis was guilty of crimes. They would just have to learn to survive like everyone else in Aegor. But Jastira still regretted hat they had not found Aelina. The militia had searched every corner of the city and not found her. It was assumed she had slipped from the city and escaped through a portal. But Gaviunus was dead. Enzorhan was rotting in a cell. His cult members would soon be joining him. The militia still had to decide what their ultimate fate would be. But that was a decision for another day.

Jastira was just eager to leave the Oasis. She never wanted to step foot in this place again. She did not know where she would end up. But this place only represented trauma, sadness, and humiliation for her. But for the first time in many weeks, she had hope. She was with Berold again. She was free again. She was once again in control of her own fate.

(End of Part 16, to be continued...)