Something dark flashed in Godefray’s eyes. “All the things you said about that prophecy—I don’t believe a word! I hope that Rhobart will open his eyes in time and start preparing for war—war that will come once more from Myrthana. You and your family only brought death and destruction to Nordmar.” “Rhobart is my family.” Godefray folded his arms over his chest. “Just because you are his n’alxa doesn’t mean you are his family. I pray he won’t marry you and make you the Queen of Nordmar, because if that happens, I refuse to serve you.” He thought his words could hurt her? “Good. I don’t want to be your Queen either,” she said before turning her back on him and walking towards the Monastery. “Come, Kerra.” Ayla held her head high as she walked. She was not ashamed of who she was, and if Godefray insisted on not liking her, well, that was his problem. Of all of Rhobart’s Paladins, Godefray was the only one who refused to let her talk, lashing out at her each time he had the chance.
“I told you to go to the tunnels! Don’t you understand you could die?” he asked angrily as he urged Ayla down the stairs. Ayla tried to free herself from Rhobart’s grasp. “The Arch-Mage. We have to help him!” “He is dead. Where is Rania?” Tears pricked her eyes, but Ayla blinked them away. The time to mourn the dead will come later when the Orcs are defeated. “At the stable with Kerra.” Rhobart took Ayla to where Rania was. Zell and Eydyia came out of the stables. Eydyia jumped in the air, wings spread wide, and circled the stables once before diving straight at Rhobart and Ayla. “Get down!” Zell yelled from the top of the griffin. Ayla and Rhobart crouched down while Rania glued her back to a stone wall just as Eydyia flew so close to them, her wings almost touched them. Eydyia grabbed an Orc—that was about to attack Rhobart from behind—in her powerful talons and rose up in the sky, taking the Orc away from the monastery. “I can’t concentrate on this damn battle if I know
She started running fast, like the wind was pushing her from behind. Eude might have called after her, asking her to slow down, but she wanted to know, no, she needed to know what was at the end of the tunnel. When the tunnel turned to the left, Ayla used her hands to avoid slamming into the wall. She turned left and kept running. And running. The tunnel seemed endless. “Ayla! Stop running! There could be more undead things in the tunnel,” Eude yelled. She knew he was right, but for some reason, she needed to get to the end. There was something there, waiting for her. But what? How? A few minutes later, they reached a cavern that was at the end of the tunnel. Stalactites hung from the ceiling. The wall to the right cast a faint glow, Ayla was drawn to it the moment she laid eyes on it. Rania and the twins caught up with her. “Where’s the fire?” Eude mumbled. “I see that training with Godefray has been very effective,” Hudde complained. Ayla gave them an apologetic smile bef
Eude scratched the back of his head. “Where else to put it then?” Ayla grinned. “Up your ass!” The twins thought for a moment. “Nah!” “Should we tell anyone about this place?” Rania asked. Ayla was about to reply when she felt as if someone had stabbed her in the stomach. It hurt so badly she could barely breathe. She braced herself against the statue. “Ayla! What’s wrong?” Hudde asked, concerned. The pain was so real, so strong, Ayla couldn’t talk. She felt a second stabbing. It felt like she was cut in half. Her left wrist felt like it was on fire. “Rhobart,” Ayla croaked. “He is badly hurt.” Silence fell around the room. No one said anything, probably too shocked by what Ayla said. Ayla had never felt so much pain in her life. Not even when Galian broke her fingers or whipped her. Feeling Rhobart getting hurt was so painful… tears ran down her cheeks. Her entire being screamed in agony. Rhobart could not die, not after everything he had endured. Ayla started running. If
On the night the Kingdom of Nordmar held its most important celebration, the Fire Clan was mourning all those that had lost their lives the previous night. The dead were placed on pyres in the courtyard. The biggest one was in the middle, the Arch-Mage Semias on top of it. His hair and beard had been combed and braided, and he had been dressed in a new robe. Those who had come to pay their final respects to the dead had put on grey clothes, ash in their hair, and painted their faces white—as was the custom in Nordmar. Ayla did the same. She and Rhobart had a few hours of sleep before the Mages set the pyres on fire. Rhobart, Ayla, the Paladins, and Milton stood next to the new Arch-Mage—a woman called Syndra. The Arch-Mage Semias had appointed her as his successor months ago. Rhobart held a torch in his right hand, and the new Arch-Mage Syndra lit it. “Tonight, we should have laughed and celebrated O’neltxero, but instead, we have gathered here to mourn our dead,” Rhobart said, loo
“By saving Cyan, you save Eydyia and her gryphling. I am in your debt!” Zell said to Rhobart. “I killed the shadow! What about me?” Hudde complained. Zell looked at the Paladin. “How about a dance tonight, after Rania and Sylvar’s ceremony?” Rania and Sylvar were to have their alxa-lotx ceremony after sunset. Hudde seemed satisfied. “Deal.” He turned his attention to Eude. “Come, brother, there is much to do before the ceremony, and time is short!” The twins left, heading to the Fire Monastery. Ayla grabbed Rania by her arm. “You need to get ready for the ceremony. Zell, are you coming with us?” Zell shrugged. “I don’t have anything better to do.” Ayla kissed Rhobart’s cheek. “I am taking Rania and Zell to our room. If you need anything, knock before you enter.” The three women stepped outside the stable and went to Ayla’s room. Rania and Zell looked around, amazed. After a few ‘ooohs’ and ‘ahhs,’ they sat, Rania on the bed and Zell on a chair. “You sleep on this bed every
Ayla was happy for the twins. She knew how much they wanted to find their n’alxa, and she was sure they would make Zell very happy if she let them. Eude and Hudde had wanted someone sweet and gentle, but Zell was the right n’alxa for them. Atlas frowned, drank from his goblet, but said nothing. Rhobart moved next to Ayla. He grinned and said into her ear, “Zell and the twins? I can’t wait to see how this unfolds.” Zell shook her head. “You don’t understand. If I don’t marry him, the Emperor will destroy my tribe. But as Prince Timon’s wife, I can ask, beg even, for the Emperor to spare my people.” Eude ran his thumb over Zell’s cheek. “We will save your tribe, but you have to trust us.” Zell jerked herself away from the twins and held her head high. “Your t’aja or not, I am returning to Tuhai. As I said before, I don’t do manwhores. You are not worthy of being my t’ajas, my n’alxaes.” Zell turned on her heels and left. The twins looked devastated. How could Zell reject her s
Ayla studied the wall for a few seconds. There was nothing that indicated there was anything behind it. Ayla was about to turn on her heels when something caught her eye. On the bottom left corner, a little piece was missing. She crouched to take a better look at it. Kerra grabbed Ayla’s messenger bag and pulled hard. “Kerra, stop!” Ayla said, but the snowcat ignored her. “Don’t tell me you are hungry. Haven’t you been hunting?” Kerra, somehow, opened the messenger bag and got inside. “Kerra, get out of there!” When Kerra refused to do as Ayla demanded, she grabbed the snowcat, pulled her out of the bag, and put her on the floor. Kerra dropped something at Ayla’s feet. “What’s that?” Ayla asked, picking up the item. It was the quartz Ayla had found in the magic pool. Ayla narrowed her eyes. The shape, the color… Ayla glanced at Kerra and then at the wall. “Do you think it’s the missing piece?” To Ayla’s surprise, it did fit. The wall vibrated and disappeared beneath the flo
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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