A month after the soldiers marched to battle against Uromi, the atmosphere around Eyrotia was fraught with tension. Mothers prayed for the safe return of their sons a d for the return of the daughters sent to tend the needs of the soldiers in battle, people offered sacrifices and prayers to the gods for the victory of Eyrotia. But there was a tension far greater than any other, a tension that was born of fear and hatred. While the rest of the kingdom hoped for good reports from the Eyrotian army, Queen Merea was in a silent battle of her own. She raged at Barigo’s new treatment of Phoenix, it was as though he regretted his past actions to her and was seeking to make amends in their relationship. She could not have that! If that happened then he would defile the natural laws of the land by removing the crown from Jumi and giving it to Phoenix.
As she sat in her bedchamber seething she did not notice the door open. Jumi pushed her head through the crack of the door and sa
Phoenix held her hand to her chest as Styx laid her on her back in the seer’s house. The bones at her shoulder were healing already but the pain was excruciating as fragments of her bones meld with each other, if she had her full powers the process of healing would be less painful but since her powers were still being restricted by an incomplete seal made by Helena, only bits of it could flow through her veins to accelerate her healing.“What happened?” the seer asked. As frail as he was he was quick on his feet to check Phoenix’s injuries. When he touched her hand she yelped in pain.The ride to the seer’s home had been excruciatingly painful because the roads were rough and tedious for the horse to navigate. The galloping of the horse made pain vibrate throughout her body. The king’s healer had refused to heal her, he refused to touch her because he like everyone else would not be associated with a taboo. So Styx had taken a horse
Phoenix was dragged to the king’s room where Barigo sat at his table with a tray containing dishes in front of him. Merea stood behind him with her hands on his shoulders, noble men and women of Eyrotia stood at different sides of the room. All except Barigo looked down on her with contempt as the guards dropped her roughly on the ground. She clutched her wounded hand to her side as she knelt before them all. “As you requested, your majesty, we have brought her.” “I instructed you to bring her here, not drag her like a slave!” Barigo yelled. The guards bowed their heads but they glared at her with hate. The other guard brought Styx in and the seer followed him. “What is the meaning of this, Barigo?” the seer demanded. Barigo ignored him and regarded Phoenix with concern. “What happened to your hand?” “It got injured during my training session with Styx, father,” Phoenix replied between hiccups of unshed tears. “That is not the question
In the throne room, the nobles gathered with the king and Merea. They were speaking at once, voicing their opinions on how Phoenix would be punished. Merea sat beside the king watching with satisfaction at the reactions of the nobles. She knew he one of them would tear a piece of Phoenix if she was brought to them. Pleased with her work, she sat back. “Silence!” The entire room went silent at the king’s command. Everyone turned their eyes to him waiting quietly for him to speak. “You will not harm her.” He said loud and clear. “You will not harm Phoenix because she is innocent.” “My king, how can you say such when the evidence points to her?” “Those were not evidence, they are simply conveniences. A maid serving in the royal house is no different from one serving in a tavern, they will do anything for the right amount of bribe.” Rudo stood up angrily. “My queen it appears you are right, after all, the king has been bewitched by that ch
Goyre gently laid Phoenix on the wide bed in her chambers. She sat on the bed beside her and pushed her hair away from her sweaty face. She was shaking with fever and her face showed her discomfort. Goyre pulled Phoenix’s tunic off, exposing the bruises on her skin, on her breast was the palm print of the repulsive guard who had squeezed it. The bone of her shoulder and wrist was disfigured. Goyre’s nostrils flared as she took in the sight of Phoenix’s battered body. She placed her hands over the bruises and healed them. Conjuring a cloth and some water from her mother’s domain she mopped Phoenix’s brow to bring down her rising temperature.Phoenix squirmed in the bed but her eyes remained close and she succumbed to the hands of sleep. Goyre discarded the cloth and water and leaned over Phoenix, she caused a small turbulence to form beside the bed to cool her forehead. As the sweat dried from Phoenix’ body Goyre pushed her hair aside to get
Phoenix opened her eyes and blinked against the dim light that streamed in from an open window. She frowned as she realized that she was laying on a strange material, there was a soft black cloth covering the bed on which she was laying on. When she looked around she realized that every other thing around her too was strange. The room was had was of black metal with huge windows that welcomed dim lights into the room, there was a rug on the floor that ran across the length of the room. Beside her was a metal table with a tray of varieties of food.Suddenly she heard a movement behind her and she sat up quickly. When she turned to see what had moved she saw a servant, or she guessed she was a servant. The servant wore a black tunic that stopped below her knees and around her neck and ankles were metal clamps with loops for chains.Phoenix glanced down at her own hands and legs to make sure they were not locked in chains. “Where am I l?” she asked.&ld
“Were you born blind, Patry?”Patry was behind her tying the knots of her gown at the back. It was a cream colored gown that Goyre had provided. It was a one piece cloth that closed with strings at the back. Patry gently pulled the strings close and tied them in place. The way she worked around the room without the aide of a stick was as though she was born blind but was she born as a servant of Goyre?“I lost my sight as a child.”“Was that before or after you started to work for Goyre?”Patry finished with the last of the strings and moved to stand in front of Phoenix. “Why do you ask all these questions?” she asked with a laugh.“Because I noticed the iron clamps around you neck and ankles and how naturally you move within this place. Only someone born as a servant will have knowledge of Goyre’s temple the way you do.”Patry lowered her eyes. “I lost my sight before I
Days bleed into days, days bleed into weeks and Phoenix remained in the home of Goyre. No other person knew of her presence in the pantheon except Goyre herself and Patry. Goyre had voiced concerns about her presence in the pantheon but she would not reveal why she couldn’t let any of the other gods see her no matter how much she asked.But as more weeks passed Phoenix began to yearn to be outside the confines of the meta temple. She longed to see the forests and the blue skies again, she longed to be among more people and not just be in the company of Patry. When she could not endure the boredom anymore she approached Goyre.Goyre was in the hall like always and before her were 2 Pyrs performing sexual acts on each other. Phoenix walked into the hall and averted her gaze from the sight in front her. Many times since she was brought to Goyre’s dwelling she walked into the goddess’s many parties with the Pyrs. She never could understand why Goyre enjoy
The streets of the city shone like polished brass. The stones in the pathways shone like precious stones, even the walls and temples of every god reflected light as though they were the stars themselves. Along the streets of the city mystical creatures moved. Elves, fairies, daemons, even living gargoyles walked the streets of the city. It was like a normal human city but with creatures of fairy tales. And among these the servants of gods and goddesses went about their business like any human would. The city of the gods surpassed any city of man with higher technology and glorious beauty. While mankind built events arena where festivals and other occasions took place, the city of the gods had stadiums and courts for different events. Though the city shone like the sun itself there were floodlights on every building illuminating the already luminescent city.Among all of these Demeus and Torlan moved with the throng of mystical creatures under the guise of servants with clothe
So I didn't want to make this book long. I hate writing long books! So I have decided to stop Phoenix' story here. Book 3 will be coming out soon but it might take a while because I am literally exhausted. I know there are a lot of lose ends in both Phoenix and Cleopoda's books but those lose ends will be tied in the third book since that's the final book in the series. I really feel like hiring a ghostwriter at this point because my arms and creative juices are screaming for help. Hehe. But I'll write the third book soon. Till then...adios
The crowd of people watched withdrawn breathes as Goyre mounted the podium. Basten was on his knees on the podium facing the crowd. At the edge of the execution field, his mother cried and wailed, pleading with the goddess. “My son is innocent!” She cried. “He was bewitched by the cursed princess.” Rudo held her back, his eyes blazing with hate for Merea. How did he let himself become manipulated in her web of lies and deceit in her eagerness to assume the most powerful seat of Eyrotia? How he was sacrificing his son because she declared him an obstacle to her plans. He remembered her words. “Sacrifices need to be made.” He was paying the biggest price for being on her side. Goyre fashioned a sword from her metal gown and held it over Basten’s head. She looked at the crowd gathered. “This is a lesson to everyone who stands against queen Merea. And to anyone who chooses to betray me.” She raised the sword, it caught the sun on its shiny surface. As she
Goyre stared in horror at the realization of her terrible mistake. If she had doubts about Phoenix’s godhood before, they were gone as soon as she realized that Phoenix’s blood was the one ingredient needed to create the superhumans Uruel was obsessed with. By ingesting her blood the wolves now shared 1/8th of her powers. The fact that they had transformed into her likeness also meant that they shared her image too. Furious with herself for her mistake Goyre locked the courtyard door and headed for Eyrotia. If she could not hurt Phoenix now that her anger was still fresh then she would hurt her some other way. Merea was getting ready for the public execution of Phoenix and Basten when Goyre appeared to her. “My lady.” Goyre scoffed at her pretentious submissiveness. “The time has come for you to give the blood sacrifice I demanded in fulfillment of our agreement. Life for my help with your ambitions.” Even though the agreement had been a farce on Goyr
“What do you mean my son is arrested for treason?!” Rudo demanded. Merea walked away from him. She had ordered the guards to throw Basten and Phoenix in the dungeon and sent some other soldiers out to look for Teo, Dan and Styx. Rudo hastened his footsteps to match hers. “It pains me to say this but your son was found with Barigo’s precious daughter,” she spat with malice. “And it seems that she has bewitched your son like she did the king. They were planning to disband from the army, it may also please you to know that it is rumored that Phoenix and her band of friends seek to overthrow the king and install her as queen even before his demise.” “Does the king know about this?” Merea stopped walking, turned to him and smiled. “He does, and he has given me the freedom to do as I like with them. The king is on my side, are you Rudo?” He looked down at the ring she twisted between her thumb and index finger. He understood her question, in fact, h
She was served food and wine but she could barely eat a bite, not when her hands and feet were bound. And she couldn’t have stomached any food if she tried. Not when she kept thinking about Uruel’s betrayal. Was this his plan all along? To lure the soldiers of Eyrotia out so that he could easily conquer the nation? Was the marriage announcement just a farce? Were the men of Eyrotia dead already? Basten? Teo and Dan? Styx? “You have not eaten your majesty, you must be hungry after my men hauled you from Uromi.” “Where am I?” The spokesman for the men, the one who had first spoken to her where she was taken to the room, replied her. “Your mistrust of us is very disheartening, your highness, considering the fact that we are your soon-to-be subjects. You are in safe hands, we have orders to keep you safe and well-fed, if anything happens to you we will be killed.” “Something will happen to me if someone doesn’t explain what is going on here,” she said thr
She fought against the stronghold on her hands. Something was sliding along her legs, soon she felt something stronger hold her legs and hands together. How had she or any of the other soldiers lost guard? They were supposed to have at least sensed the invaders! One moment she was looking at the bodies of the soldiers tied upside down and the next moment a strong hand was clamped so tight around her mouth that her screams were stifled. She saw with horror the ruthlessness of the invaders, how easy it was for them to slit the throats of the men nearest her. When they dragged her away she couldn’t see Basten or Teo and Dan but the men of Eyrotia were already aware of the attack at this moment and were fighting back. None of them even knew that she had been dragged off. After all, she wasn’t of any importance to the army or any of the men there. Would Basten know she was missing? Was he dead? Dread seized her heart at the horrifying thought. Suddenly the men’s transport
The cry of anguish rang throughout the entire kingdom. It was barely dawn when the disaster struck. The outer villages were burnt down to the ground. Men, women, children and animals, were all killed. More than that, the soldiers who had been stationed in Uromi to occupy the land for the king were killed. A messenger came running in the early hours of the morning, bloody and tattered on a tired horse. He told a sickening tale of slaughtered men. According to his accounts, the men were sleeping when a group of men dressed in clothes as dark as the night showed up and quietly slit the throats of the soldiers of Eyrotia. He had seen this on his way back from the woods where he went to relieve himself. The attacks on the outer villages were described in the same way; men dressed in black snuck in and killed everyone before burning the villages completely. “Who could have done this?” was the question on the lips of everyone. “It could be the men of Uromi seeking to take r
Phoenix stared up at the elegantly carved ceiling. There was a cold cloth pressed to her head. The servant taking care of her worked silently as she pressed the wet cloth against her forehead, returned it to the bowl of ice-cold water to wet it again but to Phoenix it felt as though every move she made was amplified by some strange powers in a hundred folds. The image of Uruel standing in the room donned in his armor after the brilliant light he had caused dimmed was imprinted in her memory. She remembered how her breath completely stopped from the shocks of one night. What was Uruel doing here and why had the king said he had intentions of marrying her? Surely there must be some sort of mistake, she thought. She started to rise but the maid held her down gently. “You must stay down, princess.” The word Princess was beginning to grit her nerves! She didn’t want to stay down, she wanted to stand up and find answers to the sudden events. “What time is i
Two days later it was announced that the king was throwing a huge feast to celebrate the capture of Uromi. In their honor a two-week celebration was announced, the celebration of the festival of Fists which was supposed to be at the near end of the year was moved up to honor their bravery. There was much to be done, a lot of preparations to be made but first, there was something important going on in the royal house. The third day after the soldiers returned Barigo invited the nobles for a small celebratory dinner and a special announcement. Phoenix dressed in the white gown trimmed with red thread at the hem Goyre had gifted her with along with the one of hold thread hemming the edge and the white slippers which she wore Patry had given her when she left the pantheon. The bright color of the dress set off the color of her eyes and hair. She was securing her veil over her hair which she packed high on her head when the door to her room opened. She turned arou