Supernatural Prison in Nisiea: Supernatural Series, #1

By Kiesha Thomas

People sell their souls to avoid this prison. I sacrificed mine to go.

My name is Koyama Miho. Anyone in the galaxy would sell their soul not to be locked up in the deadliest supernatural prison in Nisiea. But not me. I deliberately committed a crime to be imprisoned there. The powerful mages, aliens, and monsters hidden behind those metal bars must die. The life of one does not outweigh the lives of many. If I fail this mission, my planet and my people will be annihilated. The goddess Qiaris has gifted me with the power to destroy worlds and cursed me with the burden of responsibility. She also created my one true soul mate, but I don't believe our paths were meant to cross now. I think she miscalculated.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kiesha Thomas
• Release date: Jul 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201467838

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KOYAMA MIHO

My soul was as restless as a canoe swept up in a tsunami. There were times like these when I wished I could see by sight and not by my senses. Tilting my head to the left, I felt the wind whip my hair around me. The silken strands tickled my lower back as the strands slid inside my panties. According to the second sun, it was my twenty-third birthday. This birthday terrified me and excited me at the same time. It was the day that father would explain my heritage. The gift and the curse of being a Kravonesh was the power that the Goddess of the Universe, Qiaris, gave me and the burden of wielding such power.

Heavy footsteps approached, and my shoulders slumped for a minute before I held my head high. I’m Princess Koyama Miho, daughter of King Takishima Miho, and I would never show anyone the irritation that coursed through my veins. Just one time, I would like a moment to myself, but I would not get what I wanted. Not in this lifetime, but maybe in the next.

Princess Koyama, King Takishima has requested your presence in the throne room, Chalen said.

I extended my hand in front of me. After you, Chalen.

Tuning out the howls of the wind and the moisture in air, I followed Chalen and the three guards that stood just outside the window.

I’m not sure why I bothered coming up to the roof of the palace when the imperial guards just came up here after me. Most of the time, I dismissed it, but today I couldn’t. There was something deep in the pit of my stomach that warned me that after tonight, nothing would ever be the same.

Walking down the hall, I caught a faint whiff of Bakutha. Bakutha was an ancient oil that the elders rubbed on themselves when they prepared to embark on a one-way mission. My palms sweated as I inclined my head, trying to determine which of the guards wore it.

Breathing deeply, my voice rang out. Stop right now!

The guards suddenly stopped. Chalen was standing over to my right, so I could smell the spicy scent on him. His heart was beating loudly and I could hear it.

My heart fluttered in my chest. I’d always loved Chalen but waiting until he was promoted to the imperial guard was a mistake. When you love someone, materialistic things shouldn’t matter. I felt no different about him when he was a fruit picker than I did now that he was a part of the imperial guards.

Would he embark on a suicide mission and not tell me? It doesn’t matter. I will forbid him to go on a mission. The gift of his life belongs to me.

I stopped in front of Chalen and my hand cupped his chin.

Who wears the Bakutha?

Wrapping my fingers in his hair, I yanked his head close to mine, my breath tickling his ears as I demanded, Speak, Chalen.

He inhaled but didn’t say a word.

Princess Koyama, please don’t ask that of him. He can’t answer you, said Findley.

Shut your mouth, Findley, before I have your tongue removed.

I’m not wearing the Bakutha. We’ve talked about this numerous times. You must get over these feelings you have for me. I have sworn to lay down my life for you, so I cannot love you, said Chalen.

I didn’t need vision to feel the wetness sliding down my cheeks. Tonight was different. I could tell it in the distance that Chalen stood from me and the harshness in his tone. Tell me what you’re trying to hide from me.

The other guards started walking toward the throne room. They shuffled their feet, walking slower than normal. I guess I should have been thankful for the privacy, but I hadn’t thought that far. My heart pounded and my mouth went dry.

With every breath, a storm whirled inside my head. The energy in my body left me and swept through the castle. Every window on the floor shattered. The roof was ripped off and screams of terror erupted from outside.

Chalen, do something. She has caused Mount Goyadchic to erupt. If she doesn’t calm down, she will kill us all.

Findley, go tell the King that we are on our way. Just give me a moment, said Chalen.

Strong hands wrapped around my shoulders. Koya, I asked the king for your hand in marriage.

Everything went still inside me. My mind reached out to his and read the truth of his words in the recesses of his mind. My body felt weightless, and I stood there feeling the depth of his love for me.

The let’s get married tonight, just you and me. The whole planet of Teletera doesn’t need to be there.

Chalen’s body stiffened.

Something was wrong. I closed my eyes. The truth of what he didn’t say was hammering me over the head. My father had said no. He had denied me the one thing that I had always wanted.

I sank to my knees choking on sobs I couldn’t contain. My royalty, wealth, and pride could not prevent me from lying on the floor and sobbing from the pain I felt.

You are young, Princess. Stand to your feet. You are the last of the Kravonesh, blessed by the goddess Qiaris herself. No man will ever be good enough for you except for a Drokninian.

I jumped to my feet and slapped him. We can run away together. You love me and I love you. That’s all that matters.

Would you condemn your people to death just to be happy?

What about me? What about my life?

I’ve never asked for anything, and I have done everything that my father and my people have asked of me. Yet my whole life has been sacrificed. Why deny me a husband of my choosing? Surely, I can save the planet and my people without sacrificing the love of my life?

There are things you don’t understand, things that Takishima has shielded you from, but the days of thinking that we lived in peace are at an end. It is time for you to do your duty to your people. If you refuse, I will put a dagger into my own heart. I will not be the reason the planet and your people are destroyed.

I stepped away from him as his icy determination flowed over his aura. I gasped at the thought of his taking his own life.

Now let us get to the king.

I scowled and walked down the hall. It didn’t seem to matter that I had almost killed half of my people in a moment of weakness and anger. I’ve prayed repeatedly to Qiaris to take back the powers that were given, but every day I wake, they are still inside me.

Closing my eyes, I sent my spirit outside the walls of the castle, to the volcano. In a blink of an eye, I channeled my energy and reversed time. As I sent my spirit among the bodies of my people, they were revived and time was reversed. When the dead were again living, I rechanneled my energy, thoughts, and actions to the volcano so that it would never erupt again.

I was skilled as a Kravonesh but I wasn’t perfect. Unless I met the right Drokninian, my powers would be limited. However, if that day came, I would be immortal. It’s true that with more power comes more responsibility, and death looked like it was my only salvation.

Your father loves you very much, and in time you will understand that. Please don’t be too hard on him.

Reaching the threshold of the throne room, I put on my glasses and stepped over the threshold. My father, king of Teletera, had killed the only joy that I looked forward to in this lifetime.

I walked inside the throne room and stopped in the middle of the floor. I regained my composure and swiftly took my seat next to my father in front of the high council. The high council was composed of nobles of all races that lived on Teletera.

Takishima, didn’t you tell us that your daughter was well trained? asked Yousef.

My legs shook underneath the table as he spoke. The high council was composed of ruthless aristocratic jerks who ruled with an iron fist of dominance and subjugation.

My daughter has come into her womanly life cycle, and the power is unstable during that time in a Kravonesh’s life, said Takishima.

My father lied so smoothly it took all I had not to turn to him wide eyed. I was angry with him, so his defense of me was not well received by me.

You hid the fact that your daughter had powers. Your daughter is now the property of the high council. If she can cause the volcano to erupt, she can surely give us the edge over our enemies, the Zetherians. We must enslave them at all cost and show them the Kravonesh were meant to rule this planet.

My father shook his head. My daughter does not have any special abilities, but I know someone who does.

Yousef