Athelstan
Athelstan did not know whether to rage and destroy his chambers or lock himself in it and never leave.
His father had been in Sierra for just a day and had already threatened to blow up everything he was trying to build with so much effort.
At that moment he was on the balcony of his chambers observing the moon, he had undressed and wore only the white tunic and a pair of brown leather pants; He was barefoot and the cold stone on the floor stung his skin, but he didn't care.
His head rested on his arms crossed above the marble parapet, his eyes were closed as he tried to breathe deeply.
Inside and out. Inside and out.
Over and over again.
Being there in Sierra, standing side by side with the man who had made his sister suffer like that, tested her patience and mental stability.
Every time he looked Nathan Fannil in the eyes he saw only Aislin's sad look, before she got
The window suddenly opened and an icy, strong wind entered the room, swirling quickly and throwing all the containers on the table to the ground."You are my son and I would never disinherit you, but you must learn how to behave like a king," said his quieter father, as the icy wind ruffled his blond hair."Then begin to do it," replied Athelstan, calming down.Everything around them calmed down, his father stared out of the corner of his eye at the wide open window and then looked back at him and sat quietly.Athelstan had never behaved that way towards his father, he had never lost his temper in that way and he had never rebelled, but the whole situation made him uncomfortable and he could no longer close his eyes and accept whatever he did, because he was tired of doing it."If you trust your son, your blood, then follow him, let him act for once, let him make these decisions and if he makes a mistake then he will pay the consequences," his moth
DoreonIt was almost dawn and Doreon hadn't closed his eyes all night, he had been staring at the ceiling, lying on the bed, his body tense at every sound coming from outside. He had barred the door by locking it with the wooden table and with some chairs, not that it was of any use, but he hoped that in case of danger it would give him time to escape.He had not heard from Barclay again, he knew that he had been accompanied by some of his men inside the building, in pain and with a broken arm. Hoping that he had received the necessary care, Doreon knew well that broken bones, if left untreated, could create problems with the passage of time.He sighed deeply. In the corridors there was no noise, everything was silent.Fortunately, he hadn't met any Ucria, other than Nessa, and didn't know whether to consider himself lucky or prepare for the worst. The witch had mentioned over and over again the ships the lords had brought, askin
He turned his head slightly and out of the corner of his eye observed the streets of the town, the main street: the one from which he himself had arrived, was completely deserted. No citizens, no noise, only the light wind that stroked his hair ruffling it slightly.He turned his head away and again looked at a street, this time smaller, even that was deserted. They were completely alone, as if the village had suddenly been abandoned.No one walked, no one looked out the windows, no one moved.Instinctively, Doreon brought one hand to the hilt of the sword and the other to the dagger over his chest. He remained motionless. The buildings behind him, his head slightly turned, while out of the corner of his eye he looked intently at the small street. His men did not notice Doreon's state of tension in the slightest, but rather continued to arrange their belongings and give orders to each other.Doreon waited, his body attentive, all his senses on alert. Then
TarynAll she could see were blades, blades that sparkled with the first glimmers of sunlight that was now overcoming the hills on the horizon. The men were lining up on the opposite side to where the flames were still coming from.The few men left standing and who were able to fight were lining up in the camp, far from the camp. The area was flat and no obstacle bothered his view. From there they could see clearly in front of them, as the sun took more and more life.Taryn, Aiden and Grander were behind the array, her rider had not allowed her to put herself on the front line, since in that case he would not be able to protect her and she was not able to protect herself, she had to admit. Apart from using the bow, she couldn't do anything else and preferred not to be a burden to others, she had barely learned hand-to-hand combat and, despite this, she wasn't sure she could beat anyone.The archers were placed right in front of t
She groaned as if she was really in pain and blinked several times, almost returning to reality.Aiden looked at her perplexed, not understanding what was happening to her, while inside her there was only a clash, between her and the Elhiàs' chains that blocked and imprisoned her.She shifted her gaze to the usurper who with her eyes was scanning face by face, looking for something, looking for her.He looked at all the men, from the knights to the archers until his gaze met Taryn's.A flash of almost pleasant surprise ran through his face, while a smug smile appeared on his lips; He looked at her from head to toe, with a lascivious look that sent shivers down her whole body, but she didn't look away.Her eyes remained glued to those of her uncle, even if every fiber of her being ordered her to lower her gaze, to leave, she did not move: she remained motionless to look at him, without letting any emotion shine on his face."What an im
DoreonThe sky suddenly darkened, as the earth began to shake, the pebbles on the ground vibrated and jumped from side to side as if they had come to life. Doreon put himself in position clutching his weapons in his hands, next to him Barclay placed himself in an attacking position, twirling the axe in front of him."In position!" cried the commander to his men.The Ucrie began to sing a song raising their faces to the dark sky, the clouds from white became red as the blood that would soon surely wet the dry earth."Don't attack!" ordered Doreon. Barclay looked at him."Don't attack?" he asked, raising his eyebrows."If we attack head-on, they will slaughter us in no time," Doreon explained without taking his eyes off the soldiers in front of them.The sky was pierced by lightning.Barclay was given a chuckle. "Well commander, I will follow your orders," he said, looking back at him.The Ucrie c
Everyone around him perished and screamed, many of his men fell to the ground, lifeless bodies being battered by opponents.The commander returned to look at the witches, kneeling and in pain, took a deep breath waiting for the final blow, waiting to leave that world to meet again with the Gods and then with his father. He would die as he had always wanted, fighting. And for him there was no better way than to die fighting for the things they believed in, true to himself to the end.One of the Ucrie approached him, with slow steps. The girl looked at him, her eyes bloodshot, her pupils dilated as if she felt immense pleasure, she looked at him from above smiling. Doreon closed his eyes and breathed deeply: once, twice, three times, before opening his eyes again and looking at the witch, devoid of expressions and fear. The girl opened her eyes wide, surprised by Doreon's expression and opened her mouth to say something, to give him the coup de grace, but before he could
TarynTaryn remained motionless, while the cavalry furiously rushed towards them, one of the generals gave orders to the men and immediately the first row of soldiers knelt down, placing their shields on the ground to cover themselves. The back row stepped forward and each soldier rested his shield on top of that of the man in front of him and so did the second and fourth rows until a wall of iron shields was created."Hold your position!" someone shouted over the sound of horses."Stay!" they shouted again as the cavalry threw themselves against the wall trying to break the barrier created.Men and horses formed a horde that with all possible strength tried to pierce the wall of Taryn's soldiers, while they continued to maintain their formation; They pushed and struck trying to repel the enemy who kept coming against them. The blades crashing against the shields and the noise echoing throughout the valley."