Novels by the wanderer

It was surreal, to walk among the living intermixed with the dead. It was not something she had even thought that she would want after spending an eternity among those believed to be mythical on Earth. Though it was rare for her kind to show themselves to humans-so beautiful are they, that their features are not known to be what they are. She had seen how her kind interacted with their assigned charges, some of which had changed the world, most disappeared into obscurity. But hers, the child she had met in the forest was not ordinary, or normal by any means. She could feel the power beating within the small frame. A whiff of the scent had told her that although powerful, it is still untested, raw even. If unchecked, she would be a danger to all around her. The other girl...the older looking one, she could tell, hated her, despised her even, with the way those eyes looked at her as if she was the bane of existence.She could also feel the untapped power the girl possesses, powerful

"Hey, are you alright?" A voice spoke from somewhere penetrating deep into his subsconcious, a voice of a stranger who was clearly worried at his state, he assumed in his mind as he slowly rummaged around in the darkness to regain his body like his was soul just took a trip and went back. But, his head hurt like it was hit by a club - a huge one, and so is his back. He could feel scratches-deep ones and wondered how the happened...was he in a trip through the forest again? Slowly opening his eyes, his brows furrowing at the onslaught of light in his vision that made him recoil at any blurred movement coming towards him, still trying to make sense with what happened. He slowly regained his eyesight and found standing in front of him was not a tall girl with gold and silvery eyes but two girls who looked like they were sisters except of course with the strange colour of their hair. The older one looking at him clearly with hostility while

Null could sense the hostility in the other's voice and he knew for a fact the reason why it was directed at him-he wasn't an idiot per se, but sometimes he tend to play with other people's buttons so much that some tend to think that he was one. But at this instance, he would have to play it by ear, even if the person before him was exiled, rendering her almost human, it doesn't mean that she had lost her power. More so, she had gained more of it than when she was immortal. "Aww, is that you how you greet an old friend?" he asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Holding out his arms on both sides, he continued. "How's life treating you, Parisa?" "As good as someone like me is being treated," she replied coldly. "What do you want?" He chuckled at that, "I came here to visit and you are asking me what I want? My, my what brought you to that idea?" "As always, that's what you came here for, isn't it?" she asked. "for a favor." He raised both hands in the air in an appeasing gestu

"So, what do you plan to do now?" Akram asked as he and Parisa walked through the marketplace, the other's hair pulled up in a bun and covered by a bonnet. "Plan?" she asked, in confusion as she stopped to look at him. Since she got here, she honestly didn't know how she would fare as she doesn't know how the mortal world works. She knows that people need jobs to live, but to actually apply for one is another matter. She doesn't have any experiences and she also doesn't know anyone that much who would lift a hand to help her. Except for Akram. But he doesn't work in the marketplace. He is a hunter and an adventurer in his spare time. The only way he gets his living is through payment of his clients for a job well done which is rare now as people seemed to be satisfied with what they currently have in store. "Yes, plan." he asked, looking back at her, always mesmerized with the way her mismatched eyes looked at him; with wisdom and age.&n

"What are we searching for, really?" Tivona asked quietly as she and Aedre walked back to her village, a few days after roaming through the forest as they endlessly searched for the other member of their supposed group but had found no trace of the other. "Well, according to what I had learned from my mother," Aedre spoke, her eyes on the path in front of them. "The Chamber can only be located once we find the other member of our group." "Ah, so you mean to say that this 'Chamber' is inaccessible unless we are complete, is that it?" "Yes," the elder replied as she turned to look at the younger who was walking beside her, a thought nagging her. "Tivona," she started, her words stuck in her throat, unable to let it out. How would she broach the subject of the young girl's village when she barely had earned back the other's trust after a few days of silent ministrations and few dead expressions glanced on her way? "If this is about my home,

A small lithe figure floated through throngs of people, her wings slightly extended on her sides, her short black curly hair flew around her face, her blue eyes focused on each and every figure in the room. She landed in front of a tall, graceful woman with long flowing hair, the other sat on a velvet chair, playing a soft tune on the huge harp perched on a small stool. "I've found it, Daena" she breathed as she softly approached the other, her feet barely touching the ground. The other girl slowly opened her eyes-blue-violet-framed with long lashes, turned to face the younger, her face barely changing in expression at all. "Did anyone know?" Daena whispered as she stood up, her white long robes falling gracefully down onto the ground. "No, I made sure that no one is around," the former whispered, her blue eyes bright. "I just still don't get why Parisa was banished. Others have done so much worse." Daena looked