She went over to the desk and looked at the books. Most of them were in Old Nordmarian. Among them was an old journal. Ayla picked it up and used her tunic to clean the dust from the cover before opening it. Fortunately, the journal was written in the Common Language, and it belonged to a novice that studied in the Fire Monastery sixty years ago. Day 1, year 1077 after the second War with the Orcs While hiding from the novices that love tormenting me, I found an old tunnel in the wine cellar. I don’t know who built it, but it looks very old. Tomorrow I will go back to it. Day 5, I have been exploring the tunnel for a few days and found three doors. Driven by curiosity, I opened them, wanting to know where they would lead me. Behind one of the doors, I found another tunnel that took me to a library with forbidden books about Dark Magic. Day 33, I started spending more and more time in the old library, reading books about Dark Magic. I have learned more from these books than fro
Ayla took out her dagger. The Paladins raised their swords and moved lightning fast as if they were born to fight evil. There was no fear on their faces as they attacked the undead Orc. The undead Orc lifted his big fists and aimed for Hudde. The Paladin dodged them, but the Undead Orc was faster than the skeletons, and he swung his fists once more, hitting Hudde in the ribs and sending him into the wall behind him. “Are you alright?” Eude asked as he attacked the creature from behind. “My ribs feel as if they are on fire, and I am sure at least two of them are broken, but other than that, I am great,” Hudde said sarcastically. Eude snorted. “Always the jester.” A cursed axe appeared in the undead Orc’s hand, and he aimed for Hudde’s neck. Ayla could not just let Hudde die. She threw the dagger at the undead Orc at the same time as Hudde leaped to his side. Ayla’s dagger pierced the creature’s upper arm. Eude attempted to decapitate the Undead Orc, but the creature turned around,
Where have you been?” Rhobart asked Ayla. His eyes fell on her left arm. The sleeve of her white tunic had blood on it. And dust. “You are hurt? And why are your clothes dirty?” “I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to go on a walk. I must have scratched myself with something,” Ayla tried to lie. Rhobart folded his arms over his chest. “Why do I have the feeling you are not being honest?” Ayla licked her lips nervously. “Could we, perhaps, talk about this in our room?” she asked, not wanting to have an argument with Rhobart in front of Atlas and Zell. “Don’t mind us. We were on our way to see our griffins. It just happened that we stumbled upon a very frenzied Rhobart,” Atlas explained. “I was not in a frenzy,” Rhobart protested. “Maybe a bit worried for my woman, who was supposed to be sleeping next to me, but instead, went Inoss knows where.” “As I said, I was… just taking a walk,” Ayla huffed. Atlas looked over Ayla’s shoulder, squinting his eyes. “Is that the twins?” Ayla clo
“Oh, you thought I was going to let the twins off the hook when it was their responsibility, their duty, to make sure you don’t venture into some old tunnel? Did you ever stop to think that maybe traps were inside it?” Ayla bit her bottom lip and shook her head. “Of course not! What did you even expect to find there?” She shrugged. “So you went inside because of curiosity?” Rhobart’s voice was starting to get louder, catching the attention of some Fire Mages. “Rhobart,” Milton tried to intervene. “Stay out of this,” Rhobart snapped at Milton. He turned his attention back to Ayla. “You put not only yourself in danger, but Hudde and Eude as well. And not to talk about our child.” “I am not pregnant!” Ayla told him for the hundredth time. Rhobart seemed to ignore her as he kept talking. “If you are acting like this now, what will you do during the war when warriors are punished for their disobedience?” he snarled. Ayla strengthened her back. “We are not at war, and even if we we
She grabbed his face between her palms and kissed him. “I am sorry,” she said against his lips. His chest rumbled. “You have been kind to me when I haven’t. I will never doubt your character again, ever.” She kissed him again, wanting to show him how much she loved him. How much she needed him. It wasn’t just a physical need. She needed to feel his love for her. Cheeks red as tomatoes, blood roaring in her ears…. She had never taken the initiative before… She broke the kiss. “Take off your tunic,” she said hoarsely. He obeyed her. She ran her hands over his chest, over the tattooed runes on his skin—his oath to her—over his hard pectorals, then lower, over his abdomen, and lower… He sucked in a breath, and she slid down to the floor. She unfastened his trousers, her gaze on his face. His eyes were full of lust. “Whatever is to happen, whatever hardship we will face, I want you to know that I love you. That you make me so very happy. That everything I do, I do it for us. For
He applied the oil to her hair and carefully brushed it before braiding it in an intricate style. After adding a few beads and other hair jewelry, he took her back to the room. “Where did you learn how to take care of women’s hair?” Ayla asked while getting dressed. Rhobart rubbed the back of his neck and mumbled something, his cheeks turning— Her brows drew closer. He looked flustered. “Are you blushing?” He swore in Old Nordmarian before saying, “Droyn.” “What about him?” “He is the eldest of ten children. The only male. His parents worked hard to feed them, while Droyn remained home to take care of his younger sisters. He taught me how to do all types of braids, and I practiced on my hair and… his.” She could almost imagine a younger Rhobart braiding Droyn’s hair. “Droyn will make his wife very happy.” “Droyn could make any woman happy, but he is into men.” Ayla’s lips made an ‘o’ shape, her thoughts going to the sketchbook Eude gave her. “Let’s get you into bed,” said Rh
After a quick breakfast, dressed in new clothes—clothes used by knights during their training—and, together with Kerra and Godefray, Ayla stepped outside the Fire Clan for her first day of training with Godefray. While Godefray hadn’t been happy with Kerra trotting after him and Ayla, he gave in when Rhobart told him it was best if Kerra accompanied them, since Godefray wanted Ayla to train in the forest. The forest was silent as Godefray, Ayla, and Kerra followed the tracks of a rabbit. Ever since they entered the forest, Godefray kept teaching Ayla different things—how to recognize which tracks belonged to a carnivore and which ones to a herbivore, how to know how fresh they were, how to move quietly, the basic symbols carved in the trees and so on. Ayla was trying to memorize everything Godefray was telling her, and he seemed unhappy with her when she asked him to repeat himself. A small bow made from cedar and maple and a quiver was on her back, while, on her right hip, she had
While Godefray stood and went to make a target on one of the trees, Ayla washed, dried, and put away the kettle and the mugs. When she was done, she went to where Godefray was, her bow in her hands. “Before we start, you have to remember some basic rules. We are wearing long sleeves now, but if you ever have to use the bow while your arms are exposed, you would want to wear an arm guard. It will protect you from getting hurt by the string. For the fingers, you can use a tab or a glove.” He took out his bow and put an arrow in it. “You want to put three fingers under the arrow or you can put two under and one above. I prefer three fingers under, but you can use whichever method is easier for you. Try before we proceed with the shooting.” Ayla tried first with two fingers under and one above, but she didn’t like it. She felt more comfortable with three under. “For the beginning, we will stand close to the target. Your feet should be perpendicular to where you want to shoot. Also, wha
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His long hair was braided, and he wore not only a cloak identical to that of Rhobart—mottled grey, green and brown but also his tunic and trousers had the same colors, making him hard to be seen in the forest.“Who are you, female?” he asked.Rhobart took out his sword and put the tip against the Elf’s neck. “Put the bow down, or else I will remove your head!” Rhobart growled.But the Elf’s eyes were still fixed on Ayla, and he did not appear to have heard Rhobart. Rhobart nicked his skin, a few drops of blood ran down his neck.“Don’t release more arrows!” the Elf yelled, lowering his bow.Two more Elves jumped from the trees—a female and a male, both blondes—landing close to Kerra before moving closer to Rhobart and Ayla. The male had a sword in his right hand, while the female had a whip on her left hip and a short sword on the right one.“She looks identical to you, Taeral,” the female said. “Except for her ears, which are human.” She sniffed the air. “But she is only part human.”
The forest felt so silent Ayla could hear her heart pounding against her ribcage. Rhobart straightened himself in the saddle, his fingers brushing the pommel of his dagger. Ayla reached inside her to that strong spring of magic—her gift from her mother or father, or perhaps both.Kerra sniffed the air, her two tails whipping violently.“We mean you no harm,” Rhobart said, his voice strong. “We are just passing by!”“Where to?” the man asked from a different tree.Ayla wondered when he moved so fast. Or so silently.“Far away from Myrthana. I advise you to do the same!” Rhobart replied.“You lie! I see you wear the cloak of a hunter while the female has a black one, like those used by mercenaries. You had your chance to leave, but I am afraid your time is up,” said the man. Ayla tried to say something, but he went on, “Release the arrows!”Kerra growled and got in an attack position.A few leaves rustled, Ayla put her right hand in the air, and a magic shield appeared around Runner and
“Runner knows you. Trust him and me. Grab the reins,” Rhobart said before handing the reins to Ayla.Rhobart put his left hand under her tunic, his thumb brushed over her peak, while his right hand drew circles on her stomach. “Rho!” Ayla moaned when his hand went down, two fingers slowly circling and pressing her throbbing core. She felt as if she would melt. Pleasure started building in her lower stomach.“Are you wet and ready for me, Ayla?” asked Rho, his voice coated with desire.Oh, she was. Rhobart’s fingers kept moving, and his lips went up and down her neck. Tension kept building inside her body.“Yes,” Ayla forced the word out of her mouth.“Had you been wearing a dress, I would have ripped your undergarments, spun you around, and have you sit on my cock. I would have Runner gallop fast, and I would fuck you until we reached the rebel camp,” Rhobart said into her ear as his fingers moved faster. Rougher.‘Oh, Gods!’ Ayla thought.“Would you like that, t’xoria? To be fucked o
Rhobart looked at Eluvene, his eyes turning cold as the stark winter. “He will never lay another finger on her again! But I need to know everything about King Amul. He is more cunning than I thought.”Eluvene’s green eyes went to Ayla. “King Amul accepted what Ayla refused,” said the Dark Mage, winking at Ayla. “I don’t know much about King Amul. He mostly spoke with King Galian and with my former Master. But since he accepted the Crown of Darkness, he stopped being a normal human.”Rhobart frowned. “What did Ayla refuse and when?”Eluvene shrugged.Between the prophecy, the Seeker, the forgotten book, and the attack on the Fire Monastery, Ayla had forgotten about her vision with Beliar. When she saw that crown on her father’s head, she hadn’t made the connection with the one she was wearing in her vision. “Nothing important,” said Ayla. And it wasn’t. “I chose you back then, and I will choose you always!”Rhobart’s gaze lingered on Ayla for a heartbeat before turning his attention to
Milton returned from the river and grabbed a bowl of porridge. “Rania is a Fire Mage novice, and Sylvar is a Snow Elf. They are n’alxaes, but the twins fucked Rania. I am still wondering how Sylvar permitted you two to live after touching what is his.”“We did not fuck her!” Eude protested.Rhobart snorted. “You only deflowered Rania... as you did with Skurja! Don’t think I forgot about my cousin!”Ayla had missed the bickering between Rhobart and the twins. When she heard the twins and Rhobart fighting for the first time, she was afraid for the twins, but as time passed, she came to understand the brotherly affection Rhobart, Milton, and the Paladins had for each other.“We might have plucked a petal or two, but nothing more!” Hudde said. “And Skurja had many petals gone by the time she was on top of me!”Rhobart folded his arms. “You mean you ripped all of Rania’s petals! And talk about Sjurka like that, and Ayla won’t stop me again from challenging you to a duel!” He looked at the
After Ayla and Rhobart completed their alxa-lotx, when she remembered the prophecy, Milton had been the first to suggest that Fire, Water, and Darkness could refer to mages. Ayla and Rhobart had spent many hours discussing it, trying to understand everything. In the Fire Monastery, when Ayla found the forgotten book, they searched for clues about Uzriel and the prophecy, but the book had yet to reveal all its secrets to her. The forgotten tome was still in her bag, together with Eude’s sketchbook, which she would burn, sketch by sketch, so that Rhobart wouldn’t get any new ideas from it. Or embarrass her with it.In the Black Tower, when Ayla and Godefray gradually started to become friends, they talked about the prophecy. Ayla had hoped the dragons would appear again in her dreams, but the last time she spoke to them had been before the fight with the Seeker. There were many things Ayla still didn’t know and wanted to learn before sailing to Korinus Island.Milton picked up a flat pe
Hudde pointed at the burning tent. “I was in the tent, sleeping with Eude, Hewe, Tizgar, and Gorn. The tent was not big enough for all five of us, and my ass was almost sticking out of it. I could have slept better, but someone refused to let me use his tent. Anyway, I was dreaming about… never mind that, when Milton set it on fire and burned my ass in the process,” he complained while turning around to show Rhobart and Ayla his burned trousers. Ayla covered her mouth and hid a smile while trying to look shocked. “This was my last clean pair too!” Thick smoke was coming from the burned tent, making Ayla’s eyes fill with tears. She flicked her index and middle finger, and a soft breeze swept through the forest, rustling the leaves of the trees, carrying the smell of smoke away from the camp. Ashes jumped on the two remaining tents, and they caught fire. Kerra came out of Rhobart’s tent with a big bone in her mouth. Drax took out a magic rune, and small grey clouds appeared above them,
Rhobart kept walking, and Ayla looked around the forest. While in Nordmar lived many dangerous beasts, Myrthana’s woods were quieter, and the animals were smaller. Even the shadowbeasts were not as aggressive as those that lived in the cold forests of the Northern part of the continent.“Earlier, when I was hunting with Kerra and Gorn, we stumbled upon a small cave. It hasn’t been used by wild creatures for some time, and furs and blankets are inside. Even some wine. I think the lumberjacks used the cave to wash because there’s a small pool inside. Would you want to go there? And while we wash away the dust from our bodies, we can also spend a few quiet moments.”It did not matter if it was only a lonely rock, as long as she was with Rhobart. Ayla nodded against his chest, his scent soothing her. “I don’t know if I told you, but I’ve missed you terribly,” she said as the sun began to set. Rhobart tightened his arms around her. “I was afraid I would never see you again.”“I will never