Detok growled as he struggled in the stone enclosure he was stuck in, shouting was a futile effort, conjuring his fey magic from the inside of the abandoned temple he was trapped in would hasten its collapse and even though his fey blood was pure and strong, tempting fate by allowing the boulders to crush him was not a wise choice, immortality or not.
Even still he seethed in anger, he detok, son of the dark deity refrot, heir to the winter throne and soon to be usurper of the summer throne, assuming he did not meet his demise in this stony cave. Roaring in an angry voice his mind involuntarily replayed his memories. Detok was by no means a challenger for the throne of the fey, being royalty from both the winter and summer thrones was of course legitimate candidacy, till one realized he was the sixth offspring. Not an offspring between the sibling rulers refrot and herandra of course, but individually, meaning he had the choice of choosing which of the courts he would lay his
MARXISThe halls were bursting with life as marxis moved across them. Something made the slaves alive with fear and excitement, he had to find out the cause, marxis motioned for two shadow warriors to step forward and bring him a slave. The shouts of mercy rang in his ears as he stood at the window overshadowing the fields of the palace, the shadow warriors dragged in a woman who was weeping, marxis stayed silent for a while as he contemplated his questions,"It would do you no good to stain my floors with your tears woman" he said still facing the fields, She became quiet at once, marxis could feel her fear as it rad
DERORAAs derora flew darathos towards the gates she formulated her plan, this was the final straw, today she took the prince. Derora hadn't forgotten about the prophecy of her serving illummino, it was a problem she would kill with another, taking the prince out would also take that other one out also. A loud crash jarred her back from her thoughts, she saw a gold light beam into the sky, it was fast, in a flash it was gone. Suddenly derora felt her energy tightening inside of her, like it was trying to expand but couldn't. Darathos stretched and bellowed flames,"Didyoufeelit?"He asked,"Yes,somethingisrestrictingthepowersof
DERORA Shestood in front of the cave, a look of satisfaction drawn all over her face. The prince and his cohorts were trapped inside the cave, it was all a matter of time till he came to face his fate. The energy blast he did affected deroras ability to summon the abyss, the rest of the creatures she created were gone, a few remained, the ones who fought the light until the very end. She looked at her hand as she tried to summon a black orb of energy, it only produced wisps of smoke and disappeared with the wind, she frowned, he also took something from her, she couldn't feel her full powers again, whatever magic he did must had affected her system. Derora heard the sounds of footsteps moving towards her direction, at least she could feel the energy print of the creature. Detok stood by her side, his armour gleaming in the sun like that of an executioners which he
Dedicatedtoeveryone who stillstuckby me through this adventure JASON The dry, stale air of a basement woke him up, jason groaned and cracked his rather rather stiff neck. He could only open one eye, the only sound he could hear were the dripping of water, he narrowed his eyes to see better in this dark dungeon. Yes, jason was finally at the palace. That much he knew. The only source of light was the small square window that fed little rays into this place, jason assessed himself. He was downright filthy, his cloth had the smell of blood on it. His hands were chained to the wall, jason sighed and closed his one good eye, he fought the urge to scream in pain and sadness, but this was for the good of the realm, I,thesacrificeofAratia, With a heavy sigh rumbling in his chest jason laid back on the g
DERORAThe doors of the throne room opened as derora stepped in. She had returned the prince to Marxis the day before, now was time for the mage to fulfil his part of the deal. Not that she would not kill him in the end, marxis was too cunning a threat to be left alive, but derora needed to make sure no one found the parchment ever again. The useless piece of paper contained the only thing that could serve as her death,It had the last piece of her soul.Derora had once been a living being, a human warrior bordering the wastelands to the north of the loup de sang territories, not much people knew that piece of history, and she preferred to keep it that way. If any other creature could get their hands on it, it could spell her doom and she for one would like
JASON Jasonwas asleep in his cell, Or so he tried, He could not bring himself to sleep, aside from the fact that the cell was filthy, reeked of blood, not his for the most part and he slept on nothing but bare ground that was cold, it was like his essence was pulling at him to cleanse the whole palace of any filth that resided there. And it got worse when herega arrived, I could barely keep myself from remaining dormant, with nothing to do, jason often wondered how he would cope when he was in the same room with her. Then came the explosions in the castle, from the rumors down here it seemed like herega and derora had a fall out. It seemed like the perfect opportunity was presenting itself, it was a matter of time before jason got
JASONThe iron doors of jasons’ cell opened as two shadow warriors entered. He groaned as the held him by the shoulder and roughly made him stand up, jason glanced at his mother and saw the look of resignation on her eyes, she had accepted this fate,Hers, not his.The took jason through the passages till they got to the labour grounds, men and women alike, hauling stones to build the statue of Marxis, jason clenched his Hands in anger, when he take back his throne, marxis and the statue were going to the bottom of the deepest sea in Aratia. Many people who knew jason for who he truly was nodded and the whispers of "ikir" filled the air, he smiled, even though Marxis might be the ruler, this was one thing he could never have, the respect of the people, strange considering the fact that they loathed and loved his father.Finally, jason saw Marxis in front, dressed in what looked like a silly blue ro
JASONHiding inside a fortress protected by a golden door and being attacked by a demonic huntress was never on jasons’ to do list, and to make matters worse,Marxis was still unconscious!!"Some king you are”jason thought angrily as he slapped his face,Marxis bolted up from the floor, groaning as he rolled amidst the earth-shattering quakes that were going on outside,"Hope you slept well your Highness?!" jason growled over the fire bolts that constantly hit the door and the sound of the Battle raging outside,Marxis still looked dazed,"Hey!" jason shouted as he snapped back to reality,"What is happening?" He shouted terrified,"Derora happened!" jason replied,"Somehow that huntress of
Still dedicated to you allJASONThe first thing he felt was the soft ray of sunlight that filtered into his eyes, the warmth followed also.The second thing he felt was his body fully healed and the soft cushion of the bed he was laying on.He opened his eyes to a royal room with golden walls, he heard the sounds of the early hummingbirds that sat on a tree outside. Deep within his heart he knew,Itwasover,fornow...He grunted as he stood up and surveyed the room, it was definitely a royal room, but if he recalled, the palace had been destroyed. He looked himself over to notice he was in a silk pyjama and top,Whochangedme?He thought,He moved to the doors as he drew them open, two men were s
For allofyouthatfollowedmetothisstage,thischapterisyou....Thisis thesecondtothelastchapterofthefirstbook,workhasstartedonthesecondbookandIhopeyouallwillfollowmeintothenextphaseoftheirlives.Thankstoeveryonethathasfollowedmethroughoutthisfirsttale,IamsogratefulforyourhelpsandIhopeyouallenjoyeditasIdid!. [JASON]Dedicated to
JASONJasonfelt weightless, a novel feeling as he had either been running, killing, or dodging attacks to end his life. His body was free, like he was floating on the air. That was when his senses kicked in, the memories of the fight,Derora,Aether,Marxis,Hisdeath,Jason opened his eyes to a shinning palace, a single golden throne in the middle with men in hooded gold cloaks with hoods surrounding it, and on the throne was a face he would never forget,"Illummino" jason whispered,He radiated love and affection,"Jason alecto elixtu" he said,Immediately jason felt energy course through his body as he stood up, his body stronger, his sight sharper as he gasped,"You have ascended jason" he said,Jas
JASONHiding inside a fortress protected by a golden door and being attacked by a demonic huntress was never on jasons’ to do list, and to make matters worse,Marxis was still unconscious!!"Some king you are”jason thought angrily as he slapped his face,Marxis bolted up from the floor, groaning as he rolled amidst the earth-shattering quakes that were going on outside,"Hope you slept well your Highness?!" jason growled over the fire bolts that constantly hit the door and the sound of the Battle raging outside,Marxis still looked dazed,"Hey!" jason shouted as he snapped back to reality,"What is happening?" He shouted terrified,"Derora happened!" jason replied,"Somehow that huntress of
JASONThe iron doors of jasons’ cell opened as two shadow warriors entered. He groaned as the held him by the shoulder and roughly made him stand up, jason glanced at his mother and saw the look of resignation on her eyes, she had accepted this fate,Hers, not his.The took jason through the passages till they got to the labour grounds, men and women alike, hauling stones to build the statue of Marxis, jason clenched his Hands in anger, when he take back his throne, marxis and the statue were going to the bottom of the deepest sea in Aratia. Many people who knew jason for who he truly was nodded and the whispers of "ikir" filled the air, he smiled, even though Marxis might be the ruler, this was one thing he could never have, the respect of the people, strange considering the fact that they loathed and loved his father.Finally, jason saw Marxis in front, dressed in what looked like a silly blue ro
JASON Jasonwas asleep in his cell, Or so he tried, He could not bring himself to sleep, aside from the fact that the cell was filthy, reeked of blood, not his for the most part and he slept on nothing but bare ground that was cold, it was like his essence was pulling at him to cleanse the whole palace of any filth that resided there. And it got worse when herega arrived, I could barely keep myself from remaining dormant, with nothing to do, jason often wondered how he would cope when he was in the same room with her. Then came the explosions in the castle, from the rumors down here it seemed like herega and derora had a fall out. It seemed like the perfect opportunity was presenting itself, it was a matter of time before jason got
DERORAThe doors of the throne room opened as derora stepped in. She had returned the prince to Marxis the day before, now was time for the mage to fulfil his part of the deal. Not that she would not kill him in the end, marxis was too cunning a threat to be left alive, but derora needed to make sure no one found the parchment ever again. The useless piece of paper contained the only thing that could serve as her death,It had the last piece of her soul.Derora had once been a living being, a human warrior bordering the wastelands to the north of the loup de sang territories, not much people knew that piece of history, and she preferred to keep it that way. If any other creature could get their hands on it, it could spell her doom and she for one would like
Dedicatedtoeveryone who stillstuckby me through this adventure JASON The dry, stale air of a basement woke him up, jason groaned and cracked his rather rather stiff neck. He could only open one eye, the only sound he could hear were the dripping of water, he narrowed his eyes to see better in this dark dungeon. Yes, jason was finally at the palace. That much he knew. The only source of light was the small square window that fed little rays into this place, jason assessed himself. He was downright filthy, his cloth had the smell of blood on it. His hands were chained to the wall, jason sighed and closed his one good eye, he fought the urge to scream in pain and sadness, but this was for the good of the realm, I,thesacrificeofAratia, With a heavy sigh rumbling in his chest jason laid back on the g
DERORA Shestood in front of the cave, a look of satisfaction drawn all over her face. The prince and his cohorts were trapped inside the cave, it was all a matter of time till he came to face his fate. The energy blast he did affected deroras ability to summon the abyss, the rest of the creatures she created were gone, a few remained, the ones who fought the light until the very end. She looked at her hand as she tried to summon a black orb of energy, it only produced wisps of smoke and disappeared with the wind, she frowned, he also took something from her, she couldn't feel her full powers again, whatever magic he did must had affected her system. Derora heard the sounds of footsteps moving towards her direction, at least she could feel the energy print of the creature. Detok stood by her side, his armour gleaming in the sun like that of an executioners which he