"It's not possible," Elhias whispered, his eyes wide open.
Since she knew him, Taryn had never seen Elhias so baffled and, to his surprise, very frightened. The boy was completely still, his body stiff and his hands stuck between the pebbles of the ground.
Taryn turned to look at him and saw that Elhias had chills, the hair on his neck was widened and his face was completely pale and drenched in sweat, while his chest rose and fell quickly at the time of his labored breaths.
She heard the men whisper and begin to run towards their horses, in terror.
"Dragon" could only say Taryn, unable to formulate any other meaningful sentence.
Elhias' head snapped towards his men who were moving hurriedly. "No," he whispered. "No, no, no! Stop!" He tried to shout, but it was useless.
The dragon veered attracted by the noise, had its wings wide open that cut through the air, coming back, its legs were now free.
Taryn and Elhias petrified each other
Nathan"Are you telling me you don't know where your commander went?" repeated Sumon, almost stunned.Nathan tapped his index finger on the armrest of the chair, while the girl rested her elbows on the long wooden table in the boardroom.The young king had asked his knights to wait for him there, while he accompanied the prince of Locrand to the place that was now called the great hole in the woods.Absurd as it seemed, Athelstan had, for the time being, declared a truce between the two, letting the common sense of need take precedence over the hatred the prince felt towards her.Seeing Athelstan Neyer again had brought back all those memories kept sealed in his mind all those years, all those memories that hurt his chest. He had tried to hide it, not only from the prince, but also from the woman sitting next to him; He did not know if he had succeeded, he did not know if others could read all the emotions rejected for too long, come to the surface in an instant.He needed to be alone
"I heard you," he declared without opening his eyes, grinding his teeth. "And no, he wouldn't. We need what he knows, too many things don't add up. If indeed the story of the dark Gods is true," Nathan opened his eyes and shook his head thinking of Doreon, "it would also explain why he left without saying anything."In his heart, Nathan knew that Doreon would never betray him, not even for his beliefs, but what other explanation could he give for his disappearance?Doreon was too attached to his faith and if the other faithful were on the move, it was not to be excluded that he had approached that people. The very thought made him grind his teeth hard, he had always underestimated that part of Doreon, relying on the common sense of his friend, focusing on the rational part of him, the one that would never lead him to approach heretics."What do you mean? What does Doreon have to do with the dark Gods?" asked Sumon, confused."With all the confessions you have made, has he never reveal
Doreon The commander had escorted them to what were supposed to be their quarters. Small brick huts placed on the border of the village next to the training camps. Each of them had been assigned a single hut which was equivalent to a chamber. A small space with a bed far too big compared to what he expected. In the center of the room was a wooden table on which was placed a small tray with some ripe fruit. Although the space was tiny, Doreon did not mind, especially after spending a month in a small cabin cradled by the waves of the sea, a room that had then been stormed by the priestess and the two girls of the rite, who, alternating, had sneaked into his bed, in the middle of the night, waking him up in a languid way, with his mouth around his erection. The girls had remained pure until their first rite: in order to be accepted by the goddess Lox it was necessary not to have given their body to anyone, but after
"I could kill you thousands of leagues away, if I wanted I would kill you the moment you set foot in the fortress... Why spoil my fun so soon?" He gently stroked the knobs of the armrests with his hands.A shiver ran through Doreon's body caused by the calm coming from the girl. No emotion shone through her, as if she had been completely emptied of all traces of humanity."So, Doreon Noksen, what's your plan? Collect as much information about us as possible? What are our plans? Put a good face on a bad game?" she asked. A flash crossed her eyes and for a moment those green gems turned into red rubies, but it was only for a few seconds, so fast that Doreon wondered if he had imagined everything."Something like that," Doreon admitted.The commander laughed slightly. "Yet, there must be another reason why you went to the edge of the world on a suicide mission. What's the young king doesn't give you the approval you need?" she asked, mocking him. "Or maybe i
Taryn They had traveled for hours without stopping once, and, finally, a city sprang up from the hills. Taryn breathed a sigh of relief seeing the walls and feeling the salty smell permeate the air; she leaned her head on Elhias' chest, breathing deeply and closing her eyes. All her muscles ached from the ride and fatigue began to be felt. Since they had come out of the woods they had not stopped for a moment, they had pushed the horses to the end for fear that at the exact moment they stopped, the dragon would attack them again. They had not looked back for a moment, they had continued straight on their way letting out the sores on their hands from the effort. They had managed to reach the city in a few hours and by now the moon was beginning to disappear, the streets of the city were deserted, the taverns were empty. One could only hear the echo of the hooves of their horses that walked the streets until they
She slammed a fist on the table and stood up, violently moving the chair backwards, causing it to almost fall, to head towards the window. Not before noticing the mark left by his fist on the table. The shape of her hand had remained implanted in fire in the wood, some sparks burned giving off a faint gray smoke, if it had been at another time she would have felt proud of that step forward. How stupid that was! Proud, happy about something so useless, while her men were in disarray, without guidance, supplies and aid. She stopped in front of the glass and looked at the dark city, small lanterns dotted the main streets, illuminating the buildings that at that distance and height looked like tiny constructions, although Taryn knew how beautiful and great they were seen up close. Her body began to tremble with anger and surrounded herself with her arms, trying to calm the violent explosion that seemed to want to erupt from every part of her body. Her ski
SumonSumon woke up very early that day. When she opened her eyes the sky was still bluish and the sun was not yet visible although the moon had already disappeared from the sky.Sumon had spent the night tossing and turning in bed, alone, thinking of all the possibilities that would open up for her and Haefest in the coming days. The Locrand delegation was intent on a fruitful collaboration with them, and Sumon didn't want Nathan to waste time or get distracted by memories of the past.On the other hand, Athelstan Neyer had spent the night in the masters' studios, where they had prepared the body of her late adviser for the rite of passage. Sumon had sent some guards to check on the Prince of Locrand and they had assured her that the boy had not moved from there all night, he had not even approached the rooms that Nathan had made him prepare.He had allowed his men to retreat to their quarters, but many of them had
"No," replied Athelstan without turning around. "Her body had been burned by bandits, we only found the remains and my father did not consider it necessary to perform the rite. Her soul is still in oblivion."Nathan inhaled deeply, a flash of pain went through his face and his gaze became darker, he closed his eyes as if he were experiencing physical pain and turned his head to the side."And that's why the gods are punishing us," the priest ventured to say.Sumon looked at him, while Athelstan did not move in the slightest, he remained with his gaze fixed on the river. His whole body became rigid."There is only one person who will have to suffer the wrath of the Gods," he said after a moment, turning his head towards the priest with a stern look.The priest visibly swallowed, but did not add a word. As he stepped back towards the horses. His task was finished and surely he would lock himself in his rooms or perhaps with some prostitute. He didn't