When Hraa woke up, it was late afternoon. She was pressed against the dragon’s warm body, his wing wrapped around her. She tried to free herself but the dragon growled in annoyance. “You have to let me go!” Hraa said. “I have to return to my tribe.” “No,” Hraa heard a voice talking inside her head. “You are mine now. My t’aja. My mate.” Hraa stopped struggling. “You can talk? she asked the dragon. He snorted. “Of course, I can talk. I am Xa, king of the sky and the dragons. And you will be the queen of the dragons.” “I can’t be the queen of the dragons since I am not a dragon. Now, let me go! I want to return home.” Xa removed his wing and Hraa stood but before she could get away, Xa grabbed her with his strong claws and flew away with her. Hraa was furious with the dragon. She could not believe the dragon had kidnapped her. But, as Xa flew, taking Hraa farther and farther away from her family, she promised herself that she would find a way to escape the dragon. Xa took Hraa to
“Hraa?” she heard Xa’s voice in her head. “Is that you?” “Yes,” she replied, her voice soft as a breeze in his mind as she went straight for the black dragon that was about to attack Xa again. “Get away from here! Tha is much stronger than I anticipated, and he will kill us both. I can’t bear the thought of something happening to you, my t’aja.” Hraa did not stop. She would not stop. Her griffin body was much smaller than Tha’s, but she was more agile. She tried to shred his wings just as he had done to Xa, but the black dragon rotated in the air. Tha forgot about Xa and attacked the small griffin, but he could not catch her. It angered him that such a small creature would evade him. Hraa knew there was no way she could defeat the dragon, so she did the only thing she could think about. She flew around Tha until she was facing him, and with her last powers, she went straight for his eyes. Tha didn’t even have time to react when the griffin clawed his eyes, blinding him. He roa
They looked at it, and the minutes slipped by. When Ayla thought nothing would happen, the tree started glowing and vibrating. She watched in fascination, wondering what would happen. The clock struck midnight, and fireworks illuminated the sky, but Ayla’s eyes were still on the tree. For one moment, she thought she saw something coming out of the tree. “That is odd,” Rhobart frowned. “I thought she would come.” “Who?” Ayla asked. Rhobart was about to answer, when a loud firework made Kerra hiss and spat before running away. “Kerra!” Ayla yelled. When Kerra didn’t stop, Ayla ran after her. Rhobart called Ayla to return, but she was afraid something would happen to Kerra. She chased after the snowcat and before she knew it, she was in the village surrounding the Royal Palace. “Kerra!” Ayla yelled, hoping the cat would stop running. Kerra climbed the stairs of the Fire Church. One of the doors was ajar, and Kerra got inside. Ayla rushed after her. The church was quiet, as there w
Sarya began singing a beautiful song. “A boy and a girl, Two halves of the same soul Fate brought them together. One look, one touch, and they knew Eternally, their love will be. Here she comes, your bride to be, Take her hand and bring her close And the tree will bless you both.” Daya opened the box and took out a knife made from dragon bone and the hilt from magic ore. A red ruby, and a sapphire were encrusted on the pommel. Ancient runes were engraved on the blade. Daya stared at the dagger. “Is this the first knife? The one used of the first n’alxaes?” Sarya nodded. “It took me a long time to track it. It will make the bond between Ayla and Rhobart stronger.” “I see. Rhobart and Ayla put your left palm facing up,” Daya said. When they did as Daya asked, she made a cut across their palms. Ayla winced. “Rhobart, take Ayla’s left palm into yours,” Daya instructed Rhobart. Rhobart did as Daya asked. When their palms touched, Ayla felt a change in her body. It was as if i
Ayla woke up with a big headache. Light was coming through a window, making her feel worse. The bed was shaking. She closed back her eyes. “She is awake,” Ayla heard her mother’s voice. Ayla snapped her eyes open and saw her mother and grandmother. “How are you feeling?” her grandmother asked her. “My head hurts. And the bed is moving with me,” Ayla replied. Someone snorted. “You are not in your bed; you are in a carriage,” Galian’s voice came from nearby. Ayla blinked. “Why are we in a carriage?” “You don’t remember?” her father asked. He sat across from her next to Galian. Ayla tried to remember, but nothing came to her mind. Did they go to visit someone? But if so, why couldn’t she remember anything? “No,” she replied. “The Fire Mage did say she hurt her head pretty bad when she slipped on the ice. After all, she had been sleeping for days,” her mother said. Ayla sat, even if it made her sick. “What ice?” Ayla asked. King Amul narrowed his eyes. “You remember being in
A strong blizzard was sweeping across the land. Ayla lay awake in bed, listening to the howling of the wind through the window while her mind wandered. After thirteen years, she finally remembered her past with Rhobart. How much they loved each other and what they had had to endure. It was not all because of her father, as Sarya had told her, but rather because of the war with the Orcs. Rhobart and her were the only hope to defeat the Orcs. Rhobart was a skilled warrior and had already won a war, but she didn’t understand why she was important. She barely knew how to defend herself with a dagger and knew nothing about wars. The previous night, she felt the sparks of magic being born inside her, but her magic was too delicate to use yet. Nor did she know how. Sarya had told her she wouldn’t need magic runes to channel her mana, but she still didn’t know what spells she could use. Rhobart stirred something over the fire. Since he got up, he had tried to be quiet, probably not wanting
Maybe he will understand? He never said a word to her about it. Ayla tilted her head to look at him. “From what I remember, it was quite different. Sarya promised to restore your memories of what really happened.” Rhobart clenched his jaw. “The only thing that Snow Elf will touch is my sword when I bury it deep in her heart. I won’t let her touch me ever again. I don’t want to risk her fucking with my head even more than she already has.” “She won’t,” Ayla promised, but Rhobart shook his head. “You are stubborn, you know. “ Rhobart shrugged. “Enough about Sarya. Are you hungry?” Ayla nodded. The two bowls he had filled with food sat next to the cauldron, and Rhobart reached out his hand and grabbed them. Ayla tried to sit on the chair next to him, but he stopped her. “It will be uncomfortable for both of us if I sit on your lap while we eat.” “Then I’ll feed you.” “I am not a child,” Ayla retorted. “Feeding another person is an act of love.” The corners of her mouth
He grabbed her chin between his fingers and forced her to meet his gaze. “Even if I had ordered the massacre of the entire Erylas, I would have kept you alive. Not for altruistic motives but to make you pay for what you did to us. For what I was tricked into believing you did.” He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “If only I knew earlier what I know now...” he murmured. “I missed you, you know. All these years, I found myself constantly thinking about you. There were days when I wondered if you would write to me again. When I was on the battlefield, drenched in the blood of the enemy, I knew I didn’t want to die without seeing your smile again. Once, I was badly injured. I thought that was my end. We were out of healing potions, and I was bleeding so much.... The idea of not holding your hand again...” his voice cracked. “Of not hearing your laughter ... gave me the strength for living. I wanted to live for you.” Her bottom lip trembled, and a few tears escaped her eyes. “I am sorry
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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