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Old life. Gone. New life. How? What? Where? Wandering. Aimlessly. Flowers. Embodiment of life. Which life? Old world. King Fernando. Old life. King no more. Who to serve? And how? For what? Back to my early 20s. The secret ceremony. Marja Henrietta Fontonajo, secret agent. Royal agent. Eslandola. The crown. Service until death. Noone left to serve. Not dead. Not yet. Now what? Order your thoughts, Marja. Calm down. Those flowers are beautiful. Corrington chose wisely. Island of Flowers. Good choice. Was it Montoya? Sure it was. Montoya knows to manipulate his people, the queen even. Clever guy. Or maybe even honest? See, Marja, that's the thing. You cannot even tell a liar from an honest man anymore. So what are you? Focus. The king is gone. No more service for him. Who will it be? Eslandola! Sure Eslandola! But? What is Eslandola? Warmongers! Idiots. Stupid fools. Mardier?! Swallow your pride, dumbasses. But that's loyalty, Marja. Even if they are dumb, you stay with them. Protect them. Until you die. So against Mardier. Oh yes! But where? Isla de whatever? Oh Román, you should never have gone there. Too late. But no, that's not where we decide this war. The center, sure. Isla de... Victoria? Really? No! Doom. That would have been good. Again, not where we decide it. But then where? Here, Island of Flowers? No, not... Terraversa! Break them from within. Resistance. Usurpation. Inner unrest. Mardier, here I come! But for me? Will that be my peace? Haha, peace. Settling down. Living. House on the beach. Children. Me? Guess not. Old world, you are gone. Colonies, islands. That's all there is now! My place? Where is it? No clue. Not yet. Am I running away? Again? All I can do. Ever could. Román, where are you. When I need you. Once in my life! Information. Protect it. Secrecy. Old life. New world. Who am I, but a flower. Torn apart between wind and waves. Sounding like a mad poet already? Holy crap. Time to act. Where is the next ship? Terraversa. King's Port. Sail. Back towards where the old world meets the new world the most. Am I getting insane already? Couldn't be any worse. So who am I? Island #: 5 Claimed by Corrington Nickname: Island of Flowers Geographical Features: This Island gradually slopes out from the ocean to form a hilly ridge at its highest elevation. All along the slopes are vibrant, colorful wildflowers. The Island is sparsely populated by trees, allowing a great diversity of sun-loving underbrush flowers and grasses. Nestled between two hills is a fresh-water lake deposited there by rain. Many butterflies and insects found on this island appear nowhere else in the Prio Seas. Rumors: There are large beetles on this island that appear to be made of solid gemstones. Whether this is true or not is dubious, but naturalists are clamoring to catalog the diversity of entomological specimens.
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Marja Henrietta Fontonajo stood on the veranda of the de la Montague ranch, a few miles northeast of King's Port on Terraversa. She knew the ranchero Hugo Gonzalo de la Montague from former... missions. Hugo Gonzalo had always been a true Terraversan, opposing the Mardierian throne. Marja had held up the relationship between Terraversan revolutionists and the Eslandolan crown for many years. But this time it was different. There was no more king Fernando. There was no more master. At least so she thought, until Hugo Gonzalo de la Montague started talking: "My son might be about to do something stupid, mistress Fontonajo." "Then you should tell him not to?" "Which father's words might stop a son's heart, young lady?" "My father did. Until he died, that was." "See?" "I guess you might be right", Marja frowned. "But what do you think he will do?" "Regarding that", Hugo replied, "I must admit I am not quite certain yet." "So what do you assume?" "At the current moment in time I assume it might be love." "Love?" "Sure, love. A heated heart leaves place for no cool mind, they say." "Why are you telling me?" "I am quite certain you know why, mistress Fontonajo?" "I won't help you. I cannot babysit your son!" "What other business hinders you, mylady? That of a broken king? Or your brother's? Highest political ambitions, they say. King of the Colonies he might want to become, or at least there are rumors? Is it this?" "No. But your son has to care for himself." "Does he really have to?" "I said no", Marja replied. "And I mean it." Hugo Gonzalo de la Montague hesitated for a while, before he replied. "Then, mylady, I am afraid I have to remind you that you owe me. Most certainly you know what I am talking about? And I guess your personal honour is still intact?" Marja's face hardened, and with a stern look she replied: "So who am I looking for?" "Ricardo Alphonso, my glorious son, a good looking..." - "Not him. Her.", Marja interrupted. "I fear I have no clue who she is." "No clue at all, Senor de la Montague? None at all?" "There might be one... thing... A housemaid had told me that she had heard him murmur a name in his sleep. Angelica, she had said." "Where can I find this housemaid?" The look in Hugo's face - when he had talked about his housemaid - both ashamed and enthusiastic at the same time, had told Marja all she needed to know. Now she had something against Hugo de la Montague. Whenever she would need it. But he had made her curious. And he was right in that she owed him. And now she wanted to find out more about this story. Time to find a girl named "Angelica" in King's Port. She had solved harder tasks before. For the first time since the fall of King Fernando she felt vivid again. Marja Fontonajo was back. ... to be continued ...
