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
TarynThey marched for days and days without any stopping, rested a few hours a night and immediately resumed their journey. They had avoided taking the busiest roads or passing through villages, they had taken the most dangerous route, but also the fastest to reach the place where his army had taken refuge.What remained of his army had hidden along the coast, towards the border with Aeris.Taryn didn't know why they were there, she didn't know why they were pinned to Elder when they could cross the border and take shelter safely in the lands of Aeris; Certainly Elhiàs would not hunt them down, but she was aware that she probably wouldn't like the answer to that question at all.What hope did she have of saving her men when her uncle had twice as many, if not more? And she knew it well, she had no hope, Elhias' men would make a difference and maybe she had been a fool to run away immediately; Maybe she could have waited a
"They will be the ones hanged next to the usurper," Taryn said angrily.Anger was the only thing she had left, she couldn't help but get angry and get angry again, hoping that this emotion could unleash that power within her. If she had been good and strong enough she would not have needed other men, if she had been able to use that power that hovered inside her she could have defeated the army only by snapping her fingers, but she was not able. All she had learned were stupid tricks that served no purpose. Once again ahe felt useless and hated feeling like a failure. This was not what her father would have hoped for her, it was not what her mother had suffered for and died for.She had disappointed them too, she had failed in that too. She was unable to do anything."We will find a solution," Taront declared, awakening her from her thoughts.Taryn rested an elbow on the armrest of the wooden bench and ran her index finger over her lips looking at the lords around her. The last ones l
DoreonDoreon was not hungry. His stomach was upside down and he couldn't close his eyes all night. He had spent his time tossing and turning in the small bed, thinking back to the words the commander had said to him.He couldn't help it, though he tried to get away from it all. He had always tried to alienate himself from what had led to his father's death. He didn't want to think about it. But there was that little part of him that did nothing but bring to his mind the words of the girl, what he had seen and all those feelings that he had been trying to keep hidden for a long time now.He saw the faces of the people who hid the necklaces and pendants that could lead them back to the dark cult. He saw all those people stalked and killed only for the gods who prayed. He saw their faces again, while his children were torn from his arms and then locked in the temples of the accursed priests and the Dumbledore. He heard the desperate screa