Novels by SoumiSarkar2612

The clip-clop of hooves had just receded when Vorga disappeared into the dark with her lit torch and groped around in the dark. Instantly, bright flames appeared, illuminating the insides of a large- what could only be called as a- mansion! As Vorga went ahead and lit the other torches around the ship, the group looked around, awestruck. Large chandeliers hung from the roof, covered with cobwebs and weed. Grand furniture laced the room, leather bound futon and chairs. Carpeted floors expelled dust and red moth eaten curtains were tied with golden clutches. The rooms smelled of mildew, of neglect, but it still had a grandeur unmatched. A large staircase opened up to an ornate picture frame, depicting a regal-looking female orc, resembling someone they knew."My mother," Vorga said shortly as she came up behind the group. "Let's walk up through here. There are enough rooms for all of you."Following the staircase that went both ways to reveal sleeping quarters, Vorga quickly pulled off

Vorga lead them through a narrow passageway that got narrower with every turn until they had to turn sideways to slip through them. The lack of air made them claustrophobic, and they couldn't see much, except for the faint light from the torch Vorga took when there were still lights. After the agonising three-fourth of an hour, they finally saw the orc bend down to work on something in the roof. A latch.A rope fell down and they climbed through the trapdoor above to a bustling area that looked exactly like the marketplace in the Golden Barrows. For a second, Aelanor considered the probability that the orc had tricked them into an ambush.But in contrast with the surroundings of the marketplace they had visited before, this one was very compact. There didn't seem to be an opening for a sea, or another civilisation nearby. The shops looked almost as if they were stacked on top of each other. Vorga continued to lead them through the cramped alleyways."This is the Generals, Princess, th

Aelanor's eyes opened with the clamour of bustling businesses coming from the open window. Her companions slept through the din, except Saayan who was nowhere to be seen around the room. She walked up to the window and looked down. Her homeland might be called Utopia, but as she looked down at the cobbled street with all kinds of races, haggling and laughing and helping each other carry weights of marine life from the ships, she realised that the real utopia was here. Here, every creature was welcome. No one was looked down upon by others- except that female orc in the tavern- she thought resentfully. Here, creatures would not fight for power, and here, no one would be banished by their fathers for the supposed crime of falling in love with someone of another race.Aelanor looked at her sleeping companions. She didn't want to wake them up. She knew they all have been tortured in their nightly visions, possibly even Saayan, who, Aelanor didn't know, could sleep or not. Barely making an

The after effects of the food made all of them a little lethargic, and they pressed a few coins in the hand of the barkeep to save a room for the four of them for the night. The sun was still on the horizon, and the grief and shock of the day was on them, each lost in their thoughts, so sleep was out of question. Not even consulting each other about their next move, they exited the tavern, and the bell tinkled again over the sign, "The Mug and The Mead".Their feet carried them towards the beautiful scenery in front of them. The sun's warm orange glow cast a gentle light upon the bustling dockside. Boats and ships of all sizes bobbed gently in the water, their sails and rigging a tangled web of ropes and canvas. Barrows and carts, laden with an abundance of fruits, ales and wines, and exotic spices, rumbled across the worn wooden planks, as merchants and traders hurried to secure their daily hauls. The air was thick with the sweet scent of fresh fruit and the sound of laughter and ha

"Where are we headed?" Nimuel asked as the phoenixes finally seemed to lose elevation after hours."The Golden Barrows," Pylaeius told her."What creatures live there?" Aelanor asked."All of them," Aidan said from the front, "all the creatures in the Golden Barrows live together in harmony.""Together? This has to be a sham. Creatures cannot live together; there would be fight for power and survival. Most likely this place is in chaos." Aelanor remarked."You are talking about our home," Surya said, stung. "As for chaos," Seraphim's feet touched down the cobbled streets and Aelanor landed beside him, hard, "see for yourself."Aelanor and Nimuel's face showed nothing but awe. The street in front of them was in chaos, yet it couldn't have been farther than what Aelanor had imagined this place to be. Multiple storied houses with thatched roofs stood on the sides of the street they walked, with flowers and bushes all over the doors and windows. Vendors pushed carts and barrows of apples

Pylaieus moved silently towards the panel, and Aleanor followed. She could see carvings on the panel, but they were not in any language she understood. Pylaieus however, traced them with his fingers, and seemed to glean something. He stopped, head downcast, and then looked up and shaked his head slightly, as if to shake a fly away. He turned to Aelanor. "We were taught of a poem as a pledge when we joined the ranks of Dream Isles Guard. It was not, however, the usual kind of pledge, that I had believed. The inscription here," he motioned to the panel, "proclaims that the final call for the life as we know it is in the answer to the defense of the same.""Pylaieus..." Nimuel began with a apologetic tone, but Pylaieus held out of hand to stop her. "I am going to recite it now. I have never really understood the meaning, so you should take an attempt.As I spread my wings to the widening chasm belowWith the crimson and maroon plumage scattering low,It burst forth, and molten gold ope