Kingdoms

By Nura Alnimer

...Fantasy it is the way I live..Seeking for love or a way of truth..
I always want, that's why I give..Something so big, that makes you sooth...

...I travel the wild, careless of heat..I drown myself, soaking in your tears..
Singing my chores, following the beat..You are the melody that relieves my ears...

...A shortlived magic can turn one against you..But a further love will bring you back..
A precious jewel, that makes me new..Even when I think that love is what I lack...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 19, 2015
• ISBN: 9781514433416

Nura Alnimer

Nura Alnimer was born in Kuwait on April 8, 1986, descending from a Palestinian family from the countryside of the city of Nablus. After the Second Gulf War, her family moved to Amman, Jordan, at the age of four until she finished her elementary school. In June, she moved back to the United States to complete high school in the city of Ft. Worth, Texas. In 2003, she returned back to Amman, studying management information systems. Yet due to her irresistible passion for writing, she couldn’t wait to complete her studies, deciding to take that time off to create her very first five novels. She was accidentally invited to work in the humanitarian field in 2012–2013, registering and assisting refugees during the Syrian crisis. Nura has moved career and worked with respected NGOs from time to time, always reminding herself that whatever she does will always become a solid support to her original everlasting career: writing.

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KING

DOMS

NURA ALNIMER

Copyright © 2015 by Nura Alnimer.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2015920342

ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-5144-3343-0

                Softcover        978-1-5144-3342-3

                eBook             978-1-5144-3341-6

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Rev. date: 12/09/2015

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Raven sat mischievously at the view of her window in her beige love seat, twirling her hair, satisfied with what she has accomplished in the few past days.

The Scene rewinds on her mother, Queen Emerald, when her head sitting mercilessly under the guillotine. The queen’s fear and anger pierced the ominous air with regret; regretting the betrayal of her senses when she allowed her motherly nature to overwhelm her judgment, when she favored Raven’s jealous needs over her helpless sister Ruby. Not only did Queen Emerald spoil Raven’s jealously obliviously, she has also placed Ruby’s fiancé, Gerald, in exile for not returning Raven’s love back. Torn between Ruby’s tears and silence and Raven’s persistent jealous dissatisfaction, the mother ends the feud, sending the innocent man away.

I’ll come back RUBY! I’ll be back for you, yelled Gerald among the ashes, and that is a promise.

The guard interrupts his moan and cry for justice, but Raven pleads her mother in fake tears: Mother, I cannot take this anymore; I am not going to be a slave for this rejection. I’ve offered Gerald all the love in the world a woman can give, and who can give love better than me, better than Raven – The Princess of all Ravens. She gasps.

No one! The mother replies in sympathy, with her pains accelerating tremendously to her daughter’s, GUARDS! Take him away! Such impudent shall live in the Island of Fears for not realizing true love.

Raven smiled sneakily, returning to her cry: Take him! And never show us his face again.

Ruby was placed in her room by the orders of the Mother Queen, so she wouldn’t have to witness such tragedy: My daughter, love comes and goes, but sisterhood stays forever. She mother condolences her daughter in the early morning while stroking her hair in her beautiful Emerald hand.

Queen Emerald’s power resides in turning any type of stones into a real gemstone, turning her kingdom into wealth and prosperity. Her deceased husband, King Hawk, King of The Birds’ Kingdom, possessed the power to mentally control all kinds of birds, ranging from shrewd Ravens to Romantic Nightingales. And that was how he seduced the heart of Queen Emerald into his love, sending her a sky blue pigeon carrying his signs of affection, requesting the closeness of her precious heart. He gradually manifested such trait by watching and imitating all kinds of birds in the kingdom, and eventually, he was able to know all the secrets behind each different class using his hawk keen eyes. His intelligence and know-how grew, day by day, understanding the needs and fears of each kind and, speaking in carefulness, and ruling with strength.

Unfortunately, such powers were not obviously passed down to both his daughters; yet Raven was born in the Year of the Raven and The Month of The Pearl, inheriting both the power of the Raven and the chemistry of the pearl, crowning her forehead. Pearls were lovely gemstones that transformed slowly from sand into this valuable treasure. They symbolize purity and femininity, in which Raven picked on the latter more. Raven’s character for sure didn’t symbolize purity, and such quality created real conflict, leaving her a feminine charisma and the ability to manipulate hearts – since pink pearls targeted emotions strongly. Her eyes shifted in colors between black and pink depending on her desires, but no one could actually note the difference, since she was able to hide such technique cleverly.

Ruby was born in the Month of The Ruby, 1 year and three months later to the Month of The Pearl in the Year of The Nightingale. The gorgeous gemstone of red Ruby is a well known for love and harmony, becoming most ideal for attracting lovers with energy and passion, and promoting an esteemed sense of sexuality. The stone enhanced prosperous life full of vigor, courage, and successful goal orientation; with its sharpness giving the owner an insight of astute leadership in the mid of the mutual understanding and will of the others. Such admirable traits gave Ruby continuous popularity and favoritism in the palace.

Both girls were born in Bird Years after long continuous prayers of their later father, King Hawk. And that was how it happened at most kingdoms; most kings offered sacrifices to the Early Dawn, believing it had mystical powers that controlled the flow of the day, presenting humans with new starts and new hopes. Historical Kings prayed without rest in order for their wishes to be granted, and yet the truth to be said, Present Kings in this era, simply made real orders and never did wish; wishing was a mere act of peasants and the public. Each time a queen or maiden is pronounced pregnant, the monthly/yearly wheel starts rotating, and after dubious harsh nine months of waiting, the rolling stone rest assuredly at the royal request, giving Royalties quite the satisfaction and luck they’ve always desired. Peasants have to endlessly present constant sacrifices, but it was always for Luck to only choose its Masters; some peasants were actually bestowed on with their requests, while others waited for a second child and a second chance, and the rest had no luck at all. People offered jewelries, animals, expensive fabrics, herbs; each according to their social status and available resources in the country. Though everyone knew that a law remains a law, they all decided to continue on, investing their lives in wishing.

Born in the year of the Nightingale, Ruby inherited a beautiful melodious voice that has enchanted all corners of the palace and into the backyard, where Gerald was standing, rehearsing his fighting stunts. Her beautiful chords rang softly when she spoke and belled loudly when she sang, and it was inevitable for any man to love her. Yet Raven’s voice was raspy with sneakiness when she spoke and rusty with itchiness when she sang; she was a real crow. The palace’s music instructor, Lord Bulbul, was constantly annoyed and offended by the pitch of her voice. But the poor appointee couldn’t really argue nor dismiss such brat from the Palace Choir Band. He once smiled in deception: Oh my dear Princess, what a lovely rasp you have in your voice. Now, why don’t you lead the choir into reading the plot?! You can play the role of the narrator? Now you know how much the audience is really eager to see who plays such role; it’s quite crucial. You are the only one entitled to win such a position effortlessly and without competition. And don’t worry about the rest of the girls Princess; I know how to pat them really well.

No! Raven answers simply, I’m not that greedy Lord Bulbul, now what do you want the peasants to say about me? That she was outraged and competitive over the main role? Raven innocently looked around, And that she didn’t give the chance for other non-ordinary yet ordinary talents she cooed to herself, and then continued quickly, to rise because she is the Princess? Raven eyes Bulbul in disappointment. Now don’t be embarrassed I won’t tell anyone about this conversation. She smiles cheekily as she hops feverishly until she’s escaped the room, and then looks back at the instructor, winking and pointing her finger to her mouth in a truthful gesture of assured silence, showing her devoted cooperation, and then turns around for good.

Neither would I, poor Lord Bulbul answered back shortly, and then clutched his teeth in a low tone. This miserable crow is obviously outraged by her sister’s golden chord and will not rest at peace without ruining the rest of the show for us.

When Raven passes one of the corridors, a spotless mirror decorated with rubies sat on the wall, where she felt her reflection while walking. She then came back to double check, looking at her beautiful face decorated that hosted almond black eyes that compliments her pitch black beautiful hair and uplifted creamy skin. And yet, something was bothering her without knowing what it was. She searched her image trying to figure out what was the problem; her eyes were wide open and clear, as her hair was well tidy, caressed down to her shoulders. Her pink pale lips outlined a never to end dissatisfied smile. Raven kept looking, and finally noticed the edges of the mirror, embraced with rubies. Her eyes fired with anger, clutching her teeth tightly, she curses the moment she stopped at the mirror. And despite this moment of anger, such agony disappeared when she finds a curable solution to this silly problem. Approaching the mirror closely and too close, she opened her mouth and sent an innocent cough, and quickly returns back at foot. Raven watches the object cracking slowly as the pieces shattered quietly on the ground. She smiles at her win and decides to look outside the window built in front of that mirror, and searches for more victims. A beautiful feathered bird with orange and blue colors flew innocently in the open sky. She eyed him with precision when the pupil of her eye narrowed in accordance, and after a precise aim, she blows a kiss of compassion towards its direction. Few moments later, the bird suddenly stopped in a heart attack and hits the ground at high acceleration. The hit wasn’t quite problematic due to the birds light weight, and neither as an innocent kiss sent to a lovely innocent bird in the eyes of the viewers. Raven continues hopping in satisfaction yet without singing, making sure not to cause any more commotion.

Gerald witnessed the terrible scene and decided that for good he shall never socialize with this mentally ill person. Moments later, Ruby appears into the scene from behind, slowly chanting an old song: when the Lovely Kingdom of Birds embraces the preciousness of the Jewels, a Raven flies across the ocean and a Ruby smile from the blues. Her lips shine, outlining a Ruby. Startled at the beautiful voice, Gerald Decided to forget that crow’s crime, turning around: My Lady! He bends in respect.

Now how many times should I tell you to drop formalities? Ruby frowns: There are no such boundaries or well addressed titles among lovers. And that it is why it’s love. That why it’s simple.

He embraces her with a careful appreciative kiss on the forehead and looks around quickly to see if anyone was watching. He grabs her tender hand tightly, and escapes themselves outside the palace into the Waterfall of Turquoise passing the forest.

The fall hits the ground loudly and the water drops endlessly with rhythm. They go behind the fall, stopping and sitting at the smooth rocks, trying to catch their breaths. Both smile mischievously at their win, and Gerald makes sure again that no one was following. After the scene is clear, he softly reaches the face of Ruby and gently runs his finger on her glossy red lips. She blushes at his softness; he was so gentle in his nature, earning everyone’s love and friendship, and quite compatible with Ruby’s own popularity. Ruby always watched him while sitting next to her mother in diners, social gatherings, and national holiday celebrations; he was simply kind and polite. Gerald was