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
"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
This is the end to book one of Master's Secret. I am currently working on book two and some other projects as well. You can stay tuned on my books atAzria Phoenix -Author | Facebookor on my InstagramAzriaPhoenix.Thank you for travelling with me through my adventures, and I hope to see more of your lovely faces! You can also read one of my other projects that is till in the works on Good Novel CalledAlliah's Fight For Her Kingdom and Her Heart. There is 30 successfully chapters published and many more are on the way! I thank you to all my supporters and hope that you will continue reading my work! Love you all!
I nursed a drink in between my hands, my body throbbing a sore. The recent beatings I received made my body tremble even as I sat. Sebastion, my one and only twin sibling, was sitting quietly next to me. He faired no better as he weakly brought the brown sloshing liquid to his lips. I couldn't help the wave of guilt that crashed over me but I couldn't bring myself to apologize either. Tonight had been a bad night. I had done something unspeakable. I murdered so many men, so many of our own people. Not that they didn't deserve it after all. They kept me locked up for the past month and spent all day making me into 'entertainment'. The rope burns on my wrist still fresh and blistering, my arms, chest, and back where burning with gash wounds from being whipped and stabbed. Sebastion received the lighter of punishments though. He was just punched relentlessly for my actions, because
People always dream of being in a fantasy. They dream of love, romance. They hear knights in shining armor and think of safety. But in my world...its hell. In my world, my parents are dead. My twin brother is all I have. As orphans we where sold to an assassins guild so some drug addicted couple could get a fix. Rape, murder, and abuse was all I knew for the first 15 years of my life. Whipped and beat to become an elite solider I never wanted to be. My innocence stolen so I could be of more 'value' to my fellow assassins. I hated my life. Some days offing myself just felt right, but my brother was there to face this with me. Through him I lived. It changed when we turned 21. Sebastion, my brother, and I where sitting at the local tavern near the Guild. We both had been through a really tragic event and we needed to clear out heads. At least that was until a man in a black cloak approached us.
So far this trip has been very quiet. Peaceful even. The birds chirped out loud, bees pollenated flowers, chipmunks chattered quietly. The breeze was nice, calm and subtle. Flowers filed my nose with pleasant smells, making it nice and relaxing as we trotted through the hills. Even the horses, normally wild and rambunctious, where enjoying the nice day. I felt at ease and at peace, despite having added baggage on this trip. I think my out burst earlier set tone for the trip. Which I was grateful for. Chatting wasn't necessarily my forte. Especially with men. Only Sebastion and I would talk openly to each other. "How far is this place?" I could feel the reins gripped tightly in my fists as Aspin spoke. The calm and wonderful feeling lost with his irritating words. Every ounce of my calamity was out the window. Aspin had asked this question five times already and it was grinding my nerves. I glanced over at Sebastion
It was just about sun down when we heard the faint whine of a horse. Sebastion and I had passed each other a weary glance before watching as a man on a black stallion approached us. This man, was an Adonis. Nicely shaped and, well toned arms. Nicely sculpted chest under his tight black cotton shirt. Black raven hair that dangled in his eyes and over his ears. It looked so soft and silky, like that of a well groomed dog. I wanted to run my hands through it, see if it really was soft as it looked. He had the darkest of blue eyes I had ever seen. An untamed storm that caused devastation in its wake. How much I wanted to be in that damn storm too. Aria, get your head together would you? Drool another time. Men where all the same, evil. I tentatively watched as his dark blue eyes caught me staring at him. A smirk slowly graced his face as he watched me. I wouldn't let him rattle me, he was good looking, I would not take that
A group of seven men appeared before us. Their shirts where riddled with holes and tears. The bottoms had started to fray and fade away with years of use and neglect. Dirt and grime caked on to every inch of their exposed skin, gave them a rough look, and honestly a need for a bath. You could smell them from such a far distance that my nose wrinkled. If I didn't know any better, I would say that they where already dead. Their pants where just strings at this point that hung at their hips and their feet where barren. These where the poorest men I had ever seen. But their threats made them no longer pitied in my books. That and my desire to kill was blooming. "You poor poor dears." I cooed as I unsheathed my second blade, dragging them both on the ground as I approached them. "You have come at a very unfortunate time my lovelies. You see, we haven't been able to kill in so long." I drawled out, a wide grin spreading across my face
We made it back to base about halfway through the day. Drake had mysteriously vanished in the middle of the night, leaving us by ourselves. We thought it was fishy at first. But then after all it was better than being peppered by questions. I don't know why he was so interested, or anyone for that matter. We kept our heads low and did as we where asked. I suppose its the mystery that's so appealing. What wasn't appealing was the truth behind our secrecy. The less that people knew, meant the less chance people tried to become our friends. We tossed our bags warily on the common room table as we sat. Fatigue from last nights sleepless night settling over me. After everyone had gone to bed, I spent most of the night thinking about what would happen after Drakos was gone. Wondering if we could really settle down and enjoy our lives, or would we always be restless. Could I find someone to love, even after all the trauma I rec
This is the end to book one of Master's Secret. I am currently working on book two and some other projects as well. You can stay tuned on my books atAzria Phoenix -Author | Facebookor on my InstagramAzriaPhoenix.Thank you for travelling with me through my adventures, and I hope to see more of your lovely faces! You can also read one of my other projects that is till in the works on Good Novel CalledAlliah's Fight For Her Kingdom and Her Heart. There is 30 successfully chapters published and many more are on the way! I thank you to all my supporters and hope that you will continue reading my work! Love you all!
"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