Drake and I slowly climbed the hill up to the manor. The horses where starting to tire, and I can't say we faired any better. We slept on the cold hard ground last night. No matter how we laid, it was still uncomfortable. So we basically stayed up most the night until the sun rose. Not a word was said between us on the descent. The only sound of hooves clopping on loose dirt filled the air. The trees lining the dirt pathway swayed lightly with the warm breeze. Despite the warm weather I still sat slumped in my saddle, my eyes barely staying open. We rounded the last bend, the manor coming into view. It was a two story building with two long section on either side. To the left was our hallway to the bedrooms, and to the right was the bath house and the Master's personal quarters. I gave a long sigh of relief.
The chipped paint and gross windows bringing a wave of comfort at the sight. On the porch steps sat Sebasti
I waded into the pool until my chest was completely submerged. The warmth seeped into my tired and aching body, relieving the tense knots. I don't know what it was about this pool, but it always worked miracles. It was more hot than normal today as well. The steam was more thick and dense. I didn't really mind because I was alone, and that meant I didn't need to hide behind a towel. With a bar of soap in my hands, I worked diligently to wash off the dirt from the last two nights. Sleeping in a filthy inn, and then sleeping on the ground made me itchy and gross. But, somehow Drake made those moments better. He even admitted he liked me! How strange is that? I went from ignoring and fearing men, to somehow finding myself being courted by one. I hadn't even the slightest idea on how to act or be in relationships. I just know I like the way Drake makes me feel, and I want to make him happy too. Maybe I would get the hang of
What was this heavy feeling across my waist? Why was my neck so warm? Sebastion never cuddled me, he said it was too weird. Was he that worried about me that he had to keep me so close? It was starting to make me feel suffocated. Did he change the sheets too? These are more soft than I remember. Of course that could also just be because they where in better condition than then Inn's. That damn inn, this damn mess. What was I going to do? I paused, my eyes closed as I listened to the deep breathing that landed on my neck. Was Sebastion that worried about me he would cuddle? What the hell happened to him? I slowly opened my eyes, squinting with the light from the sun. I slowly blinked as my eyes adjusted. "Sebastion you dunce, remove yourself from me. You are suffocating me!" There was no reply. Oh how I hated waking him up. The moodiest and most annoying human being to ever exist if he wakes up before
I sat at the empty table, my thoughts rambling about my mind. Love, that cursed feeling. The only emotion that ever brought me any happiness in my life. The only time I ever felt love was when my parents where alive. Back then things where so simple. Now, things where different. I shut my emotions down, pushed myself away from everyone the best I could. Because deep down, I didn't want to get close to anyone. I didn't want to experience the same pain I felt when my mother and father died. I didn't want to go through that pain again. Even when Nicklos passed, my sorrow was just a fragment of what I felt the day I lost my parents. Now things where more difficult. Sebastion's life was in jeopardy, my live was being fought over, and it seemed that the whole world was about to crumble. I felt small before this all came to light, but now I felt fragile, helpless. I went from notorious and well known General, to a tiny ant. A small ch
"I always use to admire you my dear. You where an...inspiration to us all. Your skill, your tact, your wisdom. But being away from your home has made you soft, weak. We warned you about making friends Aria. It would make you unreliable. Now you understand don't you? So I came to make an offer. We know where your hideout is, and I don't want any more bloodshed then their needs to be. We will leave your brother and comrades alone if you come quietly. If you don't, as soon as we subdue you, I will see to it personally that your brother suffers." I felt my fingers twitch against the hilt of the blade. I couldn't trust a damn word he said. I knew that he would say anything to get me to go willingly, because I was going to be a problem for them if I decided against them. "Save your pretty words General. I can already assume you know what my answer is. But to save you some thought processing. Let me tell you to ki
"Aria, can you hear me? I need you to wake up." Drake's voice was soft yet soothing as my shoulders where slightly shook. I could feel my heart pound lightly in my chest just at his words. How disgusting that my body still reacted to him even though he was now the enemy. I would get to the bottom of this, right before I killed everyone of them. I let my hand slowly drag across the bed and to my thigh. I patted it slightly, looking for my blade. I came up with nothing and gritted my teeth. That's right, I dropped them back on the dirt path. I was even worse off now than I was with Aspin. I was completely disarmed now. "Aria, stop and listen to me-" I cut him off as I bolted upright in the bed and launched myself at him. My hands gripping his shoulders as I knocked him out of the chair he was sitting him. Surprise lit his dark blue eyes as I glared at him. Before I could roll off him or assess my surroundings, hands gripped my sh
"Blood Dragons?" I asked confused. I never heard of a blood dragon before. Why did they seem so terrified by this realization? What was it about a blood dragon that had them sitting in stunned silence? "Blood Dragons are a very rare breed. So rare and so powerful that other Dragon's even call them 'God amongst Dragons'. It is said the Blood Dragon's can use the blood of any being, and use that to amplify their abilities. So for example, if you kill another magic being they would be able to use their aura and magnify their attacks. Obviously the weaker the blood, the weaker the attack. Of course this doesn't come without draw backs." I watch Drake's face distort as he spoke. It wasn't in disgust, more like admiration. "What kind of draw backs? Shouldn't Sebastion be here for this?" Sebastion should be here so he could learn of this too, especially since he was of the same blood line after all.
I found out that the man Sebastion had been arguing with was none other than the glorious Henchman. Casually perched up against the wall of the small room that led towards the dungeon. Apparently Sebastion had been trying to break into the dungeons to make sure that I was alright. He still had not been made completely aware of the situation other than that Aspin had betrayed us and I was hurt. So after explaining what had happened at the Manor, and telling Sebastion once again it was his fault, Drake offered us to go into a private room where we could discuss our possible new findings. So led us through this huge palace that, quite honestly was to big for me to remember. The hallways and corridors all looked the same. White walls with fancy gold trimmings, elegant gold swirling patterns crawled their way up the walls and halfway through the ceiling. It was so pretty, that even I couldn't pull my eyes away from the
I was surrounded by darkness, a heavy blanket draped over my body. It was hot and uncomfortable being under all this pressure. I kicked it off as gracefully as I could before sitting up in the bed. Heat radiated off my body in waves, it made me feel clammy and sticky as I tossed my legs over the bed. I practically shrieked in surprise as the cool floor hit my burning feet. It was so cold it practically numbed my senses. There was a flickering light that bounced off the walls. I rubbed my eyes as I pulled my body off the bed and walked over to the table that sat across the room. "Aria, you are awake." I heard the surprise in Drake's voice. Even he sounded exhausted. I dropped my hands from my eyes and took him in. I sighed when I found him bent over the table, feather quill in hand, looking over documents. He had deep bags under his eyes, and the look of a very fatigued man. I planted my hands on my hips, getting ready to
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"Aria, why did you bring us here?" Sebastion asked softly as he stood beside me. I carefully brushed my fingers across the worn out and heavily neglected headstone of my parents. The surface was rough and coarse from the years of erosion. But still their names where etched into the stone, plain as the day it was chipped onto the surface. I smiled quietly to myself, fully knowing why I was here. It was the last time I would see their grave site. I wanted to be here with Sebastion one last time, before he had to bury me here with them. "Sebastion, do you remember what mom would always tell us when we were kids?" I asked quietly, a very blurred vision of my mother came to me. Her soft smiling lips, warm green eyes, black hair so soft and warm. The scent of warm baked apple pies burned heavily into my memories. The feeling of security and safety making me feel safe again after all these years. Slowly it faded, leaving
Despite the rain that fell from the heavens, the birds still chirped and cawed out in the early morning. The leather reins from my horse where gripped tightly in my hands as I stared at the large castle before me. The tall white stone glittered even in the darkest settings. The dark and gloomy forecast didn't even hinder the glorious and grand look of the Palace. In fact it made it look even brighter, a beacon of good if you will. Looking upon the Palace I felt warm, even despite knowing that this would never truly be my home, I knew that I would always be welcome back here. After all, this is this is where the remaining members of my family where. It's funny, despite knowing that they are my actual family and even growing up with my cousin, I felt like a complete and total stranger. Would there ever be a time that I could come back comfortably and visit again? What
"You're really going to let yourself get captured Aria?" It had been hours since we concluded our meeting and had migrated back to the bedroom. It was late now, most of the lights in the castle had gone out. Many people would rest easy tonight, not knowing that their only means of keeping safe was because I was sacrificing my freedom so they could live safely. Even with this sacrifice, it still wouldn't atone for all the wrong I wrought on this world. I don't think I would ever be able to redeem myself. My hands, which where busy packing my satchel of extra clothes, stilled as I closed my eyes. I could feel the hurt in his words. They felt heavy and hung in the air. I wouldn't lie and say that a part of me wasn't a little nervous or maybe even upset that I was going through this. But I also knew that this was the only way we where going to get answers. Of course, I
With a long a willful sigh, I placed my hands on the cool wooden table that sat before me. I couldn't help staring down at the pattern of the table, slowly following the curves of the wood. Despite the room being full of angry murmurs and untrust, I found my self calm. My nerves, for the first time in the last few weeks had returned to their calm state. I knew that in my heart, what I was about to say was the right thing to do. Regardless of how Lucius felt, regardless of what was going to be said, I would follow through on my idea I had formed while waiting for everyone to gather. Sebastion and I had decided that I would let my self get caught by the enemy. We will play right into their hands with a back up plan. We still had the communication pieces given by Atticus a long time ago. We could use them to communicate to each other and relay information back and fort
Water droplets fell from the sky in a light trickle. It splashed upon my face and traveled down my chin. A shivered from the cold touch, and from the memories that came with it. Rain, both a blessing and a curse. I pulled my cloak tighter around my body and continued to walk down the empty market street. Sebastion amd Maya walked on my right side while Drake walked on my left. Sebastion and I shared a disgruntled glance as each drop became heavier as we continued toward our destination. A warm hand found its way under my cloak and wrapped around my fingers. The hand squeezed mine reassuringly and I looked up at Drake surprised. He didnt look down at me, just kept his cloaked head forward. Despite my past protests he still forced himself to attend our meeting. I was grateful for his presence, but I still worried about him. With the rain he said his work load had decreased, so for now I wouldn't push h
I eyed Sebastion warily. The dark bruises under his eyes, and the tormented look upon his face where all to revealing. The need to kill had been much stronger than my own, and he was only on the brink of turning into a blood thirsty monster. He sat slumped forward in his chair, his eyes partially closed as he sat exhausted at the table before me. He was trying so hard to fight the urge, and it was only getting worse. I wonder if this was how dad felt before he died. Would Sebastion actually die from with drawl? Even if he didn't he still looked like absolute garbage. His hair was a disheveled mess, he was pale white and honestly looked as if he was fading. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. I watched as he slowly leaned against Maya, his head resting in the crook of her neck. His breathing wasn't noticeably labored to the untrained eye, but having spent our entire lives together, I knew that he was struggling. His b
A few days has passed since our fight. Everything on the outside seems normal. Kisses here and there, Drake still sleeps with me tucked against him, he even started eating breakfast with me in the morning. But the pleasantries and niceties just seemed forced. The smiles where off, and the kisses weren't filled with warmth. Although that could just be me. Nothing has felt the same since Nicklos's warning. I find myself overanalyzing his actions a lot. Everything he does, I find myself thinking negatively about. How he holds me at night, even though its close, I feel like it's a way of him asserting his dominance. Even though he did it even before our fight, I find myself thinking about it negatively. 'He isn't what he seems.' Even now, as I sit across the table from him, eating our breakfast together, it seems domineering. He didn't do this before, so why does he start eating with me now? Of course he is still working th
I sat with my head cast down at the Tavern table that we sat at yesterday. It was quieter than yesterday thankfully. I don't think that my headache would have successfully made it through another loud crowd. It was still early in the day, so the residents where working or too modest to drink during the day. The only ones that had seemed to show up so far, where mercenaries looking for work. Of course this Kingdom could really offer nothing for fighting work, because they had been sieged of course by Drakos. If they where to go against the assassin forces, there surely would be a retaliation as punishment and that meant the Princess'sl life would be in further danger. Of course Silvus could just be in as much danger as the eldest Princess. It was a façade created by Drakos so he could have complete control over the situations. There was always another plan without fail. If they couldn't keep the people