Leyland Adventures Chapter Five: Part Three

Along the boundless sight of sand laid enormous hills and a construction crew; stone structures scattered the site as a team of Earth-Type fairies spaced out the field. The harsh, unforgivable heat of the exposed sun encased the land. The ruthless winds rushed through the air, carrying the inescapable scent of dirt and dust. Tysashi sought assistance from Aradressa, though she was just as puzzled.

"I've questioned the matter with my mother, but she stated it was a surprise. Anyhow, the Sangoro Fruit is quite distant. I ask that you prepare yourself as my speed will escalate."

His grasp on her palms strengthened. A rare, obscure feeling coursed through her body while she guided him to the usual location of Sangoro Fruits.

⊱⋅ ────── ⋆★⋆────── ⋅⊰

Finally, they declined into a minor oasis vacant of organisms. The terrain seemed healthy as the limited patch of water allowed for a clear reflection. Sturdy palm trees stood tall; the vivid green leaves danced with the winds. Groups of orange, round fruits coated with yellow dots hung just below the leaves. Aradressa plucked a single fruit, dropping it in the bag. 

"Alright, that's everything! Let's head back!" He cheered.

She nodded, retreating with a satisfied smile. At that same moment, the clouds lost their snow white color. The sun was hindered as Mother Nature proceeded to give the land an undesirable shower. 

"Aradressa, is it safe for you to fly in these conditions?" Tysashi asked, dreading a negative response.

"I can unless the dismal tears of the clouds evolve into a thunderstorm of rage. Even then, it won't be too bothersome."

"A- alright, just be careful." 

She descended near ground level as a response. The liquid bullets grew fiercer by the second, presenting a slight challenge. Lightning passed through the clouds, spreading dangerous bolts throughout the land. Aradressa kept her thoughts controlled as she gracefully piloted her body across the sudden strikes. The lightning strikes rose in frequency and graveness while the thunder boomed. Tysashi clutched her palms as if he were preventing someone from falling into an abyss. Just as their distance from the castle decreased, their worries dwindled. At last, they could relax and evaporate the rain from their bodies. 

Within the castle, Tysashi presented the bag to the beloved queen. "Here are the fruits, Your Majesty."

She thanked them both, directing the two to the dinner table. The first set of guards were already seated, leaving two vacant spots for them to sit. As the feast commenced, the foreigner gave his gratitude and respect to the princess. He praised her for escaping the furious storm unscathed. Her cheeks tingled with warmth as his kindhearted words continue to spread. 

⊱⋅ ────── ⋆★⋆────── ⋅⊰ 

 Tysashi laid underneath the thick covers with his eyes sealed shut. His chest inflated and deflated as Aradressa's grazing eyes inspected his dozing body. 

"Good night, Tysashi."

She grasped her black fountain pen and turned to a blank page in her diary.

Diary Entry #5

"Tysashi's undisclosed absence was quite the surprise for me when I awoke. I searched relentlessly and when my fanatical anxiety approached its peak, Tysashi finally returned. The urge to ensnare him within my arms possessed no defiance. We later discover Tysashi was a victim of the insensitive snake known as false advertising. It would seem I've inaccurately predicted his reaction as he was incredibly mellow about the unfortunate situation. We set out to find a Tropical Miki Berry, Sangoro Fruit, and a banana. Tysashi is becoming more idolized; he was swarmed at the outlet and given the banana we needed. I'm ecstatic to view his popularity ascend, though I imagine some citizens may be too attached. Lily, for example, acted as if she had an obsession with him. Though the climate was unbearable as usual, a great satisfaction emerges from carrying Tysashi. After defending him from a hellacious thunderstorm, he showered me with gratitude. Ever since Golden God's defeat, Tysashi has made an iconic name for himself. I pray he'll receive more reverence and admiration as time goes by."

End Of Entry Five

Landing her head on the marshmallow-like pillow, her conscious mind traveled to a realm of imagination.