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."
The queen immediately drew her sword and tried to attack, but her uncle took the weapon from her as soon as it was in front of her, throwing it with a blow to the ground before grabbing it by the chin with her good hand; He plugged her mouth, squeezing her so hard that tears came to her eyes, then pointed his bloody finger at her as he continued to squeeze her.Taryn grabbed the pulse of her hand and looked into his eyes, as the usurper's hot breath pierced her skin."You're in my hands now, you ugly whore," he told her through gritted teeth.Taryn looked around quickly, looking for help, as her uncle began to push her back. She narrowed her eyes in pain and lifted one leg with all her might, before giving a knee between his uncle's legs, hitting him in the crotch.The usurper shouted and dropped her immediately before falling to his knees and bringing both hands to the flap moaning in pain.Taryn gasped and threw herself towards the sword trying t
DoreonThe commander stood motionless while the Ucrie watched her, without uttering a word. The commander's soldiers were placed behind the witches, while others attacked the faithful, the commander's warriors disarmed them and threw them to the ground."So?" the girl asked again."Who was it?" Her tone was dark and firm, as if someone else were speaking.Her voice sounded different and echoed in her ears, even though she wasn't screaming. Doreon should have shivered with terror in front of that frightening spectacle, in front of a Deorgh, but at that moment he was fascinated by what was revealed in front of his eyes.She spoke in Cynemon's language, had no accent, and punctuated every word perfectly, like a frozen blade in a living body.She showed No emotion, the cloak of smoke swirled around her body and pulsed visibly, perhaps fueled by the fury that pervaded the commander, although her face was impassive, it se
The woman froze, her face was contracted by terror, as she narrowed her eyes in the direction of a boy, a few years older than her other daughter. The commander followed the woman's gaze and a malicious smile appeared on her face."Please," said the Ucria in a trembling voice. Doreon was surprised.A Ucria, one of the most fearsome beings alive, whose name made the people who heard him tremble with terror. One of the daughters of the creature that destroyed the earth hundreds of thousands of years earlier, dividing humans into two warring factions for millennia, now stood on the ground, terrified begging for mercy to a girl in her early twenties."Pray to your cursed god," the commander replied. "Did you pray when you killed the women in the village who decided to train? Did you pray when you took the provisions of the other villages for yourself? Did you pray when you decided to ambush the people who came to help us?"The commander, this time angry, move
TarynTranquility had descended in the camp, her wounded soldiers had been taken to tents, where curators were trying to help them. The men who emerged unscathed from the battle were busy regrouping the dead on the battlefield, both enemies and friends.Elhias' army had had a decisive impact on the battle. In a short time they had managed to take down their opponents managing to gain the upper hand in a clash that now seemed to have the decisive result.Although her uncle had set a trap for anyone who decided to attack them from behind, he had not considered Elhias. Taryn did not know exactly how he had done it, but Elhias had put out the fire within a short time, allowing his men to enter the fight and gain the upper hand.Now Taryn was in her tent, as the sun outside was setting and given way to the moon and stars. They had spent the day burning the bodies of fallen
Taryn couldn't take it anymore, she thought she was going crazy, while Elhiàs caressed her with his hands and lips causing shivers all over her body.He raised his head and looked straight into her eyes, Elhias' pupils were dilated, burning for her, burning with passion, as he passed his index finger over her lower lip, chin, neck and in the space between her breasts. Taryn gasped, he grabbed her breast and brought them to his lips sucking and biting gently.Taryn dropped her head back intoxicated with pleasure, while Elhias' lips moved to the other breast, giving him the same treatment as the previous one. Taryn's hair brushed against her bare back, causing more chills, as she continued to moan shamelessly, unable to stop.Elhias left her breast and looked up at her, looking at her again before kissing her, this time more gently. Taryn responded to the kiss by encountering each blow of Elhias' tongue, as she gently moved her pelvis, rubbing her center ag
DoreonHis head was throbbing, his body was hurting. He tried to move, but his broken arm caused painful pangs that radiated all over his body. He grunted in exasperation, before opening his eyes again. He blinked several times trying to focus. He was lying in a large bed, his head between the soft pillows. He no longer wore armor, but a simple tunic of soft cloth. His armor had been carefully placed on the wooden table in the middle of the large room.He moved his gaze to the ceiling and stood still staring at it, trying to bring back memories of what had happened.They had been attacked by the Ucrie, while trying to return to the coast: many of his men had died, others seriously wounded. He did not know what had happened to the lords, much less if they were alive or if they had been slaughtered by witches.After the battle the pain had been so excruciating that he fainted. His body was still throbbing, but he didn
He had been in front of the wooden door for several minutes and was not moving. He dared not knock, he did not dare to leave, he dared to do nothing.He had been walking around the building for a while, before meeting a lady from the kitchens who had immediately pushed him to one of the larger rooms and forced him to sit down, enriching the table with food and food. The woman had filled his plate every time Doreon emptied it, justifying herself by saying that he had to regain his strength, after fighting and being unconscious for days.Doreon had eaten until he almost vomited, while the woman looked at him contentedly.After finishing, he thanked him and showed him the direction to take, greeting her before setting out.And now he stood motionless, facing Barclay's room, undecided about what to do. He didn't know what exactly had driven him there: something inside him made him think about the young warrior. Maybe it was the fact that they were both