"Zinnia, where are you going?" "If you can hear me, I am sorry. Please come back. " I tried to tell her as she disappeared again, but I was too weak. I couldn’t go after her. She has been haunting me ever since I lost the will to fight. It took everything in me just to breathe. The wolves blood was starting to work out of my system slowly. The helusinations were starting to fade, and I could think straight now and again. I could hear the murmers around me but could not hear anything else. The fire burning inside me started to fade, or I was starting to get used to the burning, but with it, my energy and strength faded as well. It was an effort to continue to breathe. It became an actual burden to draw breath. If only I could tell Zinnia how imensly sorry I am for giving up, I would give up, but I couldn't. I could feel my blood stalling in my veins. Even though the poison was working its way out, it was not working out fast enough. Maybe just maybe I would be we
The past two days, I could not get the 'visit' from Jessamy out of my head. What she had to say played in my head over and over again, but could it be true? (If it was true, then should he not be here by now? He should have been here a long time ago? What if something happened?) A feeling of uneasiness crawled over me and started to take hold. A gush of wind and my hair flying over my face disturbed my train of thoughts. When I opened my eyes, she was leaning against the wall with an irritated look on her face. "You are being productive." she sneered "I just returned from school, and I have not heard a thing." I sighed. "Well, now." She said, rolling her eyes and walking towards the window. She looked outside, and I could see her reflection in the glass, now grave reflecting the words she whispered under her breath; "I fear he might be dying, or he might be dead." "No, don't say that , he must be busy or lost or I don't know but not dead." I said in a rush. A sinical l
I woke up with the most terrible headache I have ever experienced. It took a moment or two to open my eyes without the light, causing the headache to flare up in protest. To make everything worse, when I could eventually open my eyes, I saw the old coot staring at me. "You were out a long time. Three days. It was good to get away unnoticed. " He moved closer. "You made it rather easy....too easy, actually. It seemed I over estimated your powers or...." He thought for a moment, "Well it does not matter. I put a spell on you. Do you know what it does?" I starred at him like the lunitic he is. He raised an eyebrow in question and then continued. "Well, you will find out in about five minutes." He laughed in satisfaction, but it sounded cruel, and I knew that I did not want to find out what the spell did. "You see, the migraine you are experiencing is an aftereffect of both spells. The one that knocks you out and the next one. The spell I cast is an enormous spell and takes a lot
I tried to find a door to the wall inside my head, preventing me from shifting, but I could not find that damned door. A squeek of a door that could really use some Q20 disturbed me. I instanly tried to jump up and run, but standing was a problem at the moment. When I stood up, my leg gave away in pain. Cornelius looked at me, his smile gone. He turned and left the room. I could hear the click of the door being locked. (What was I supposed to do? Get up and open the door by myself? I was a bloody cat! What can a cat do, eat and sleep, sleep, and eat?) The thaughts went through my head. The thaught of a nap actually sounded really nice. I curled myself into a ball and drifted off to sleep. I fell into a deep sleep, but it was not as peaceful as I hoped it would be. Nightmare after nightmare haunted me. Pieces of my memories changed and grew into something horrible. When I was startled awake, I could not remember what I dreamed, but I felt exhausted. I felt the stin
- Warning, violence, and violence of a sexual nature will be described in this chapter -His eyes were closed as he started telling the story, his story; "I am a dwarf, a born, pure blood dwarf. My mother was not a noble, a royal, or carried any title. She was not a warrior, neither. She was a house dwarf. She worked in the house of one of the noble dwarfs. They were a very rich family and descendant of the dwarfish royal blood line. As well as descended from one of the Great Hero's. They had a son. A cruel, evil man." He paused and breathed in deep. His eyes opened, and I could see that he was no longer present and that he was very far away. "He raped her. She was a virgin, and he cruelly raped her over and over again. Ripping her open from the inside. She had to go to the healers and was made not to say anything. I was conceived, and he was made to marry my mother. While she was pregnant, he would beat her and rape her, wanting her to miscarry, but she held on, an
"My dear Boy, you are save....and alive!" Victorianna exclaimed, but you could hear the fakeness and confusion in her voice. Waking up like that, from being poisened and being certain that I was going to die, was shit. (Damn! How the hell did I survive?) The thaught hit me from nowhere. I looked at her as if to say; "Really." Only then did I realise that I was in a dungeon. I looked around at the gloomy interior and then back at her. "We do not have a room open, so you will have to stay here for now." She said apologetically. I could hear the tone of satisfaction hiding underneath the surface. I knew her trueself beter than she did. She was getting on my last nerves, and I did not have a lot left after being poisened over and over again. "Cut the crap, Victorianna." I hissed. "What?!" "Just shut up." I cut her off before she could start her rant. "I am not Briana or Enrickio that you can play and use. I noticed that you have not told Enrickio that I am not his little
Eric!" Briana ran towards me, embracing me. I caught her and swung her around. Briana and I have always been close. Even though we did not see each other much and were the opposite in almost every way possible, we were always very close. "Mother told me." she snorted."More like ordered me not to come down here. An order like that coming from nowhere meant something was up. So I had to come." She shrugged. "What is up? What are you doing down here." She looked around her in disgust. Honestly, confused. "I am your mothers prisoner." I declared and sat down on the cold, hard bed. "What! Why?" "I do not know what she is planning." She was quiet for a moment, thinking and then; "I noticed you said 'your mother', she is our mother. Your mother, too." For a moment, she sounded like an innocent child again. A child that has not experienced the setbacks of life. And in a way, that is exactly what she was. I took her hand and squeezed it. I was contemplating whether or
"Good luck to her." I spat"Jessamy, really?" She asked again."Yes, she is my mother."I knodded."She is....that is why she hates mother!" One plus one was finally becoming two in her head. She paced from one side of the cell to the other, she was restless and then suddenly she stopped in front of me ; "That is why she hates mother so much! I couldn't understand, mother wouldn't tell me and she lied about so many things..."She mummbled under her breath and then exclaimed ; "The deathdogs! I am not sure, but I think Mother is using you as bait to lure Jessamy. She wants to kill anyone who could possibly stop her from getting the crown." "What the hell? Deathdogs? Where did she get them?!" I was starting to worry now. One was a problem, but two was almost a certain death sentence. The only creature that does not fear a death dog is a dragon. It was almost like going up against hell hounds. Hell hounds were a certain death, but with dogs of death, you did not stand much more
"Tell me..." "Jessamy!" Victorianna exclaimed, "What are you doing here?" "Debt collecting, is it not obvious? So, what is your evil scheme this time!" I demanded as that bitch walked into the room. I was sitting on her window sill. My aspect was crackling around us, and she could feel it. She lost control over her aspect and it came over her. "You know, the open favor or whish blah blah..." "I remember, no need to remind me." "I would hope that you remembered, as per the royal decree, all debts must be paid." I said sarcastically. I knew that she didn't have the decency to keep to any decree or law as she thought herself above everyone and everything. "I want an audience with my son." I demanded. "Is that all?" she asked, shocked. "Of course not. You will let him go free." I ordered. "That I will not do!" She yelled. Her temper was getting the best of her. "Well, then." I was on her. My extended nails were digging into the flesh at her throat. Suddenly, I felt a
A door hitting a wall with a bang awoke me from my dream. The poison was already working its way out of my system. I was confused at my surroundings. The dream it felt so real, so vivid, and then it hit me. This was not a dream but a memory. A memory I blocked out many, many years ago. It was during one of my rebel stages. It came back to me in a flash, I remembered that she was surprised that she didn't die because her dream of saving her family came true. She started to hope that the curse did not take and that she was free at last. I, however, had a nagging suspicion that that was not exactly the dream the curse was about. I suspected that it was one dream that everyone shared, even those who claimed not to. The dream to find your true love, your person. I regret never telling her what I suspected, but deep down, I hoped she was right. I taught her how to use utensils, how to walk and dance, and then when she allowed herself to love, she was gone. It was as I suspecte
I was on a ship, not any ship it looked like a pirates ship. The ship was filled with the hussle and bussle of the crew members working at their jobs. I could hear someone calling captain but did not realise they were talking to me at first. It was a big, african man with the kindest eyes. He called again, and when I met his eyes, I realised he was talking to me. I was the captain. He looked like he was my first mate, the second in charge. He rubbed over his ear, the golden earing gleaming in the sunlight. "Captain, there is a mermaid." He said. By the look he gave me, it was not the first time he said it either. I walked down towards him, where he was standing by the railing. He pointed to a spot in the water disturbed by a ripple. I was looking at nothing but water. I was about to turn back to him when I saw the movement under the surface, and then she appeared. She was the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Her wet black hair clung to her pale white face, her yello
"Good luck to her." I spat"Jessamy, really?" She asked again."Yes, she is my mother."I knodded."She is....that is why she hates mother!" One plus one was finally becoming two in her head. She paced from one side of the cell to the other, she was restless and then suddenly she stopped in front of me ; "That is why she hates mother so much! I couldn't understand, mother wouldn't tell me and she lied about so many things..."She mummbled under her breath and then exclaimed ; "The deathdogs! I am not sure, but I think Mother is using you as bait to lure Jessamy. She wants to kill anyone who could possibly stop her from getting the crown." "What the hell? Deathdogs? Where did she get them?!" I was starting to worry now. One was a problem, but two was almost a certain death sentence. The only creature that does not fear a death dog is a dragon. It was almost like going up against hell hounds. Hell hounds were a certain death, but with dogs of death, you did not stand much more
Eric!" Briana ran towards me, embracing me. I caught her and swung her around. Briana and I have always been close. Even though we did not see each other much and were the opposite in almost every way possible, we were always very close. "Mother told me." she snorted."More like ordered me not to come down here. An order like that coming from nowhere meant something was up. So I had to come." She shrugged. "What is up? What are you doing down here." She looked around her in disgust. Honestly, confused. "I am your mothers prisoner." I declared and sat down on the cold, hard bed. "What! Why?" "I do not know what she is planning." She was quiet for a moment, thinking and then; "I noticed you said 'your mother', she is our mother. Your mother, too." For a moment, she sounded like an innocent child again. A child that has not experienced the setbacks of life. And in a way, that is exactly what she was. I took her hand and squeezed it. I was contemplating whether or
"My dear Boy, you are save....and alive!" Victorianna exclaimed, but you could hear the fakeness and confusion in her voice. Waking up like that, from being poisened and being certain that I was going to die, was shit. (Damn! How the hell did I survive?) The thaught hit me from nowhere. I looked at her as if to say; "Really." Only then did I realise that I was in a dungeon. I looked around at the gloomy interior and then back at her. "We do not have a room open, so you will have to stay here for now." She said apologetically. I could hear the tone of satisfaction hiding underneath the surface. I knew her trueself beter than she did. She was getting on my last nerves, and I did not have a lot left after being poisened over and over again. "Cut the crap, Victorianna." I hissed. "What?!" "Just shut up." I cut her off before she could start her rant. "I am not Briana or Enrickio that you can play and use. I noticed that you have not told Enrickio that I am not his little
- Warning, violence, and violence of a sexual nature will be described in this chapter -His eyes were closed as he started telling the story, his story; "I am a dwarf, a born, pure blood dwarf. My mother was not a noble, a royal, or carried any title. She was not a warrior, neither. She was a house dwarf. She worked in the house of one of the noble dwarfs. They were a very rich family and descendant of the dwarfish royal blood line. As well as descended from one of the Great Hero's. They had a son. A cruel, evil man." He paused and breathed in deep. His eyes opened, and I could see that he was no longer present and that he was very far away. "He raped her. She was a virgin, and he cruelly raped her over and over again. Ripping her open from the inside. She had to go to the healers and was made not to say anything. I was conceived, and he was made to marry my mother. While she was pregnant, he would beat her and rape her, wanting her to miscarry, but she held on, an
I tried to find a door to the wall inside my head, preventing me from shifting, but I could not find that damned door. A squeek of a door that could really use some Q20 disturbed me. I instanly tried to jump up and run, but standing was a problem at the moment. When I stood up, my leg gave away in pain. Cornelius looked at me, his smile gone. He turned and left the room. I could hear the click of the door being locked. (What was I supposed to do? Get up and open the door by myself? I was a bloody cat! What can a cat do, eat and sleep, sleep, and eat?) The thaughts went through my head. The thaught of a nap actually sounded really nice. I curled myself into a ball and drifted off to sleep. I fell into a deep sleep, but it was not as peaceful as I hoped it would be. Nightmare after nightmare haunted me. Pieces of my memories changed and grew into something horrible. When I was startled awake, I could not remember what I dreamed, but I felt exhausted. I felt the stin
I woke up with the most terrible headache I have ever experienced. It took a moment or two to open my eyes without the light, causing the headache to flare up in protest. To make everything worse, when I could eventually open my eyes, I saw the old coot staring at me. "You were out a long time. Three days. It was good to get away unnoticed. " He moved closer. "You made it rather easy....too easy, actually. It seemed I over estimated your powers or...." He thought for a moment, "Well it does not matter. I put a spell on you. Do you know what it does?" I starred at him like the lunitic he is. He raised an eyebrow in question and then continued. "Well, you will find out in about five minutes." He laughed in satisfaction, but it sounded cruel, and I knew that I did not want to find out what the spell did. "You see, the migraine you are experiencing is an aftereffect of both spells. The one that knocks you out and the next one. The spell I cast is an enormous spell and takes a lot