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Night had fallen and Declan looked at their newly formed team before them. There was Eramere with the ability to control ice. Malcolm with his ability to render anyone immobile and paralyze with eye contact. Joriden who could control fire. Marilda could control people’s movements as long as they make eye contact with her once. Kaloran could control and command animals. Lazaran who had the ability to control earth at a very high capacity. Then there was the priests and priestesses only two of the six were to join them, Layla with the ability to blast things into destruction and Farazai had the ability to move things with his mind. Bringing them the grand total of eight bloodline users adding to their power. Declan and Layana included made ten. He had just set out an outline of what they were planning. Everyone nodded understanding the severity of the situation and the clear promise of a normal life was enough to make them want to try. Regardless of their promise to help, Layana was
“Lower!” Layana hummed to the dragon, she had closed her eyes and found the name of the dragon and the very same oath that the dragon's past master had called her by and was ready to do this.“Careful Angel,” Declan said calmly, Layana was happy he was there with her, it was easy for her to focus knowing he had a strong hold on her.“Don’t make eye contact with her, she can turn you into a statue of ice permanently,” Layana murmured as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Remembering King Alendor’s words she opened her now blazing eyes. looking out at the raging water metres below them.“Dragina!” she called scanning the water below, for a moment she thought nothing would happen when suddenly the shimmering grey-blue dragon burst from the waters, spraying them with the icy spray of the sea. Her glittering blue eyes blazed as she opened her mouth, Drakayaan growled dangerously, and their eyes met. Layana took the moment to lock her gaze with Dragina, keeping her powers ready just
“Bow to your queen,” Gabriel said after 10 minutes of Terania sobbing at her father's bedside, holding his hand to her chest, he was the first to compose himself despite losing someone who was a friend to him.“Long may her majesty reign,” the men murmured in unison. Terania wiped her eyes, she had to be strong, she was the queen. “I… I have just lost my father. We must tell everyone this news.” She said taking a deep breath. Gabriel shook his head bowing his head to his new queen“My queen, may I suggest my advice?” he said, Terania looked at him her heart aching with the news that the king was gone. “Of course, Mage Gabriel,” she said trying to mask her pain, although he hadn't been too keen on her taking control, with everything that happened with the king, the truth of Layana’s bloodline meant she could see the past and present which was clear she wasn’t lying. The king had faith in her, and so would he. “Let's not announce the king’s death yet. If it is discovered too soon, The
Terania looked in the mirror, her heart thudding painfully in her chest. The council meeting from earlier that day spinning in her head repeatedly…(Flashback)“All who are ready for Princess Terania to serve please stand!” Madaro said his voice laced with mockery and scorn. Terania looked around at the table praying that the majority sides her. Gabriel, Caylen, Adantero and Jasper stood instantly. But then it was slower only 7 other men had stood to side their future queen. “We have a winner, your majesty,” Madaro said bowing his head to Myra who had a smirk of pure triumph upon her face.(End of Flashback)She gripped the vanity table tightly, her eyes stung with tears. She felt alone, useless and upset. “My lady shall I get your bath ready?” her maid asked, Terania lowered her head not wanting her to see her weakness.“Yes, but please leave I will manage,” Terania said, the maid curtsied and left the young queen alone. Terania placed her forehead on the cool surface of the table.
Grief. Pain. Anguish. The emotions cut Terania like a knife coated with spice as she listened to the words of the royal mage Gabriel. Queen Azalea had died alongside the king the night before. Although she knew the king was dead beforehand it seemed Madaro had forced his way with Queen Myra into the kings’ chambers when she had heard Queen Azalea had spent the night there. Terania looked at the mage, not missing how her mother stood to the side pretending to be shaken with grief. But she knew Dark Lord or not the queen was simply lying. “The Queen’s Coronation will take place tomorrow along with their majesties funerals,” Gabriel said, Myra, frowned“These things cannot be forced or rushed Mage Gabriel,” she said curtly. Gabriel bowed deeply to her.“These are times where these things cannot be delayed your majesty,” he said, he had not wanted to expose Terania so soon. However, it seemed fate had other plans. “She is already queen.”“Mage Gabriel is correct mother. I will take my p
“Declan!” Aren’s voice came from the opening flap of the tent. Urgency clear in his tone. Layana and Declan both sat up exchanging looks. What had happened, they could see it was barely dawn. There was no sound or commotion from outside either. Layana clutched the blanket to her bare chest, whilst Declan grabbed his trousers pulling his trousers on as he pulled open the tent, a frown on his face, “A messenger eagle came for you,” Aren said “With the royal crest… of her majesty,” His gaze flitted to Layana, who was clutching the blanket to her naked body making him blush before he quickly looked away and at Declan, who instantly realised there was more to it, he took the small note that had been tied to the eagle’s leg, frowning at the small insignia. It wasn’t one he had seen before, realisation struck, and he looked at Layana who was watching him curiously.“We’ll see you outside soon,” Declan said, Aren nodded moving away from the tent opening. “You’re scaring me Declan,” Layana s
Myra sat in the darkness of her room, rocking on the chair, the dark lord in complete control but there at the back of his mind, Myra lingered.‘What is your plan?’ she asked in her own mind that she was now a prisoner in. The Dark Lord smiled coldly a look that suited the queen's beautiful face.“Oh… that’s for me to know, refrain from intruding,” he said his voice as cold as the darkest corner of the kingdom, laced with a sinister warning. Myra instantly fell quiet she was as terrified of him as she was intrigued by him. someone who yearned for power and had the ability to claim it was what she desired, if she played her cards well, he would allow her to stand by his side.A knock on the door sounded and Myra smiled cruelly “Enter.”The door open and Myra turned looking at the young woman who had entered, her long brown hair plaited, her face passive but it was the arrogance and resentment in her eyes that intrigued The Dark Lord. “Princess Cordelia…” “Your majesty,” Cordelia said
“Layana you’re not making sense…” Declan said stroking her back.“The prophecy speaks of the Adair blood, that the Adair bloodline could destroy or save the world. It seems The Dark Lord was pushed to embrace the darkness by one from this very bloodline… Kayden have you heard of King Sergei?” Layana said now standing up as she began pacing trying to make sense of what she heard. Kayden nodded“He was said to be mad; he was the great-grandson of the Dragon king. Known for his womanising ways, he had over a hundred concubines…” he said, Layana nodded“Was there anything about a blood siren?” Layana said. Declan frowned“Women as beautiful as their souls were evil, if a man is to look upon one, he would fall victim to her beauty…” he said, they had all heard of those dreaded women, men would become mad at their mere sight and the addiction to only be with such a woman would remain with them until death. Not even love could protect them, only if the siren was killed could the man have some
FIVE YEARS LATER…. “Aryan!” a woman's voice came, a child's laughter echoed in the halls of the palace. The boy who was not even five yet giggled as he hurried out through the open doors, past the guards who looked startled to see the young prince rushing through the halls. “Your majesty,” they said bowing to the young woman who was running after the prince. “The crown prince…” “Yes…” Layana said shaking her head, none of the guards could approach him without him zapping them with lightning. Like his father, he had inherited the bloodline of House Storm. “Aryan,” Layana said again her own eyes flashing as she stepped into the front courtyard, her pale pink dress billowing softly in the wind. The little boy froze from where he had been trying to escape, sensing his mother’s eyes on him. “I did not hear you calling me mother,” he said his large grey eyes looking innocent, an innocence Layana knew was not real, his dark brown hair fell in his eyes. “I am sure you didn’t,” Layana sai
A month had passed since then, winter had arrived and life in Ehlesaar was returning to normal. Layana and Declan had chosen their council together consisting of 20 men and a few women. A mix of nobles, mages and even a bloodline user, Layla. The palace had been rebuilt and the dragons were a common spectacle flying around above the palace. Layana had visited Halian and Rina’s families personally apologising for their loss and promising to take care of their families and always be there for them. Halian’s wife had not held her accountable and told her, he had died doing his duty. It still hurt remembering all those they had lost, but with time it was becoming easier to handle. Layana had made changes in certain laws and they had been approved by the council. She knew with the power she and Declan held, they were the strongest around and no one would defy them. But she wanted to rule with a fair reign, although perhaps in the future she knew their neighbours may begin to feel unrest w
“We wish for Her royal majesty Layana of Ehlesaar to be our Queen but with a condition,” Gabriel said with a small smile on his face, it was a rare sight and Layana almost stared in shock, yet the weight of his words kept her serious and focused. “What is the condition?” she asked, Declan frowned he didn’t really agree with her letting the people decide on whether she should be queen or not. Yet he knew how the people loved her and knew she would be chosen. “The condition is for our supreme commander to rule by your side as King,” Elian said smiling at his student. Declan raised an eyebrow despite feeling shocked at that. He kept it hidden, did they really want him to be king? Layana smiled, “That would be a given,” she said looking up at Declan, feeling proud, from being a man who was hated and looked down on, he was being chosen as king, not even settling for prince consort. “Then, to our new king and queen!” Gabriel said, everyone, stood and bowed to the couple “Long live her m
Five days had passed and most bodies were accounted for, however, those who had fought for The Dark Lord had not been identified within the charred bodies of Orcs, Dagorath’s and other beasts of darkness. Therefore many families had been told their loved one was unaccounted for, although they sided The Dark Lord, it was partially by the influence of darkness more than their own will that only bought the evillest part of a human to their forefront. Funerals had taken place and three days of mourning had taken place for the kingdom to honour their fallen soldiers and knights. To remember those innocent victims of a war that had riddled the kingdom. Today was the day Layana would address the high-rank nobles and after this, if all the powerhouses of the kingdom approved of her rule, she would take up the role. The sun shone through the windows of Layana’s bedroom and her eyes fluttered open when the light hit her eyes. She smiled softly at the rays of coloured light that sent pretty pat
From far behind them, Kayden’s eyes widened in shock as he watched them fearing what may come upon them. Layana rushed to Declan, his eyes were closed a deep frown on his forehead. “Fight it!” she said cupping his face, her hands were shaking from fear, not even wanting to think about what could happen, the darkness grew, its putrid stench of evil and death filled the air, weighing down and cutting off the very air one needed to breathe. Layana staggered back as she heard the manic laugh of The Dark Lord. Layana stood up she needed to reach him! This couldn't be it; this was not the end- she refused to believe it! She fought against the blasts of power that were rolling off Declan as The Dark Lord tried to take over, she had seen something similar happen to Declan’s father in the vision. But he had allowed it, to sacrifice himself for his kingdom, but Declan would fight for the kingdom, for her and for their baby. She shielded her face as she pushed forward using a shield around he
The Dark Lord looked at them coldly “I have lived far longer than any of you, what do you think? That you can defeat me, you are simply exactly where I wanted.” He hissed. “Think what you want but you will die by my hand,” Layana said softly her eyes blazing as she readied to fight, Declan raised his hand “Layana… let me handle him until he’s within an inch of his life,” he said coldly, Layana frowned sensing the anger that was radiating off him, something had happened… “Declan…” “I can handle the scumbag,” Declan said his eyes crackling as he raised his hand drawing his sword that now sizzled with electricity. He rushed forward not even waiting for Layana as he struck out at The Dark Lord, “Come, let the anger take over, how did his death feel?” he hissed, Layana wondered who he meant as Declan rushed forth, running with ease despite the rubble of the destroyed palace littering the ground. “Don’t you dare even talk about him!” Declan shouted coldly, sending a bolt of lightning
“Let’s do this Dragina,” Layana said softly stroking the scales of her dragon’s neck. She saw Myra raise her arms - the darkness spreading like smoke from her, bolts of pure darkness were shot at Layana who blasted them all aside as the sky illuminated with her dazzling power. Layla looked up at the sky seeing Layana facing off against The Dark Lord himself, where were the others who were needed for this plan? The plan was to isolate and trap him. She just hoped everything went smoothly as she used her own power killing orc after orc. Suddenly the darkness seemed to grow, the ground erupted beneath them and she tumbled back, their army looked ahead seeing the riders of The Dark Lord now coming to the forefront as the strong darkness that rolled off them only grew. Beasts of all shapes and sizes jumped out from the cracked earth attacking anything in their wake… Declan motioned for them to fall back, letting the mages and bloodline users now step to the forefront. Magic and power were
“When will my coronation take place,” Cordelia asked Myra who was standing on the highest balcony at the front of the palace seeming to be looking far off into the distance. Cordelia had felt her anger over the last two days, ever since Aurelia and the Fire Mage had escaped. It was a move they hadn't anticipated, but the fire mage turned out to be smarter than they had predicted. The Dark Lord now wished he had killed the man when he had the chance. “In time, they are coming.” Myra said quietly “How do you know that? you said I will be queen, I demand to sit on my throne,” Cordelia said. Myra turned her eyes flashing dangerously, Cordelia felt her blood run cold seeing the red glowing embers that now looked back at her from Myra’s beautiful face. “I know a lot, daughter of Ehlesaar… if you ever wish to see that throne, I would be very careful with how I speak,” she hissed the darkness emanating around her. Cordelia’s heart thumped, so this was the truth… The Dark Lord was within Myr
They had set out early the following day, moving faster, Kaloran had called to the animals around and they had been able to retrieve some horses. Although Layana knew Declan had hoped to find Pedro so far it seemed that it was a futile wish, they were long past the point they had left him. However not once did Declan mention it. He now rode upon Drakayaan, a dragon that refused to let anyone else take control of him apart from Layana and Declan. Something that had made Aren pout like a child, Layla and Marilda rode behind her on Dragina. “Slow down…” Declan called motioning to Layana, they had been flying for a while, slightly ahead of the rest scouting out the area.“I sense it too,” Layla said, the smell of smoke, burning flesh and the putrid smell of something rotten. It took Layana a second longer to catch the smell that made her stomach churn. She looked at Declan who motioned her for to say up in the air, whilst he went lower his eyes scanning the ground spread below them. He f