But I wasn’t ready to give up. Drawing strength from within, I focused my mind and tapped into the lunar energy coursing through my veins. As the moonlight bathed me, a surge of power surged through my body, shattering the darkness that sought to imprison me. With newfound strength, I tore through the dark tendrils, breaking free from their grasp. I charged toward the witch with a renewed vigor, my determination unyielding. We clashed once more, our battle echoing through the night, the sounds of snarls and spells intermingling. After what felt like an eternity, a final blow landed, incapacitating the witch. She crumpled to the ground, defeated. Panting heavily, I stepped back, my golden eyes fixed on her. The fight had taken its toll on me, wounds marking my body, but I had emerged victorious. As the moon’s light illuminated the clearing, I felt a sense of accomplishment. The curse that had held me captive was finally broken. I had overcome the witch’s treachery and
They moved swiftly away, disappearing behind one of the surrounding buildings. Darius followed, his heart pounding in his chest. He had expected the people of this community to reject him, but he had never imagined they would help him. The silver haired figure led him inside, taking him deep into one of the side tunnels connecting the buildings. They stopped suddenly in front of a large wooden door. The silver haired figure pushed the door open slowly, their eyes narrowing as they gazed upon the room ahead of them. “Come in,” they said, beckoning him towards them. As he neared the door, Darius could see inside; he was met by the sight of a vast chamber, bathed in a warm glow from several torches positioned around the walls. At the centre sat a woman of indeterminate age, her expression serene as she stared at Darius through narrowed eyes. Beside her stood two men dressed in black robes, with the hoods drawn over their faces. In the middle of the space, sitting cross legged on
They moved swiftly away, disappearing behind one of the surrounding buildings. Darius followed, his heart pounding in his chest. He had expected the people of this community to reject him, but he had never imagined they would help him. The silver haired figure led him inside, taking him deep into one of the side tunnels connecting the buildings. They stopped suddenly in front of a large wooden door. The silver haired figure pushed the door open slowly, their eyes narrowing as they gazed upon the room ahead of them. “Come in,” they said, beckoning him towards them. As he neared the door, Darius could see inside; he was met by the sight of a vast chamber, bathed in a warm glow from several torches positioned around the walls. At the centre sat a woman of indeterminate age, her expression serene as she stared at Darius through narrowed eyes. Beside her stood two men dressed in black robes, with the hoods drawn over their faces. In the middle of the space, sitting cross legged on
Two days later, Darius stood in front of his mirror as he ran a comb through his hair. He smiled in satisfaction, and then walked out of the bathroom, pausing for a moment at the door to look back into the room that contained the mirrors.His reflection was reflected back at him, smiling broadly and looking happy. He walked out of the bathroom fully dressed in black slacks and a white shirt. A knock sounded at the door, and a young woman entered, carrying a tray which was filled with food. She bowed, “Good morning, master Darius. Are you ready for breakfast today?” He smiled warmly at her, “I am. Thank you, Lina. Would you put it in the sitting room please?” Lina moved quickly around the small house and placed the tray upon the table before bowing once more and leaving the room. Darius glanced at the tray, then picked up a sandwich and a glass of milk. He sat down and began to eat, enjoying the simple, nourishing meal he enjoyed so well. The smell of fresh baked bread wafted
Darius sighed heavily, closing his eyes for a brief moment. He knew he had to act. He needed to take matters into his own hands, to stop this war before it escalated into something bigger than either could handle alone.And it was up to him to do it, because that’s what the goddess had chosen for him to do. And so, once again, he gathered the remaining threads of his strength and willed them to flow through the bond, causing a powerful surge of energy to course through him. With a loud groan, he threw his head back, feeling his body tingle in response to this new energy coursing through it. He clenched and unclenched his fists several times in order to release this excess energy. Finally, the feeling of nostalgia washed off him and he gave Virgil a hug. The both of them talked for sometime, and Lina who had come in to call Darius had to wait for a while for the men to catch up. Eventually they finally managed to finish talking. Finally satisfied that he had said what he neede
“My pack is not a primitive one. We do learn from those who come before us. Those who live hundreds or thousands of years have taught us many things, such as how to defend ourselves and what spells to use when faced with enemies. These witches, for all of their evil deeds, are actually just people who had suffered greatly and lost their lives to humans.” Zander paused as he glanced over at Darius. “If you look closely, you might find these writings hidden beneath the runes.” He told him, moving closer. Darius carefully looked over, searching for anything that could point out to where the runes were located, but found nothing. Noticing his lack of progress, Zander chuckled slightly. “They do exist, Alpha, though it’s a little complicated to translate them into human tongue,” he explained, pointing to one of the larger pieces that had words scribbled hastily upon it. “It says: When they die, we shall rise. Their bodies must be purified before we return to the earth, lest we corrup
Zander’s footsteps echoed in the quiet of the forest as he made his way back to the Mountain Pack’s territory. The encounter with the Elder had left him with more questions than answers. The existence of the mysterious woman and her connection to the conflict weighed heavily on his mind. But there was another piece to the puzzle, an ominous presence that lurked in the shadows—the sinister witch and her coven. Rumors of the witch’s existence had been whispered among the packs for generations. It was said that she and her followers practiced dark magic, harnessing the forces of nature to serve their own twisted desires. The coven was said to be a secretive group, operating in the depths of the forest, hidden from prying eyes. As Zander walked, his thoughts wandered to the stories he had heard. Tales of the witch’s power and the havoc she could wreak upon those who crossed her path sent a chill down his spine. The coven’s motives remained shrouded in mystery, but their malevolent i
Darius strode confidently down the dirt road leading to the southern border of the kingdom. He could smell the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee from the nearby café, inviting him in for a quick taste before he departed on a long journey to the west. He reached for the door handle of the café’s front window just as two girls emerged from the entrance carrying plastic bags. One girl held onto the arm of her companion as they headed towards the bus stop several yards down the street. One look into the faces of both the girls caused Darius’s eyes to widen in surprise. Both girls sported bright blonde hair and green eyes, making it easy to distinguish one from the other. He had seen these girls somewhere before; their distinctive features and distinctive hairstyles were all common sights on the streets of Lothian. Even after months of hunting them in the shadows of the shadows, the two girls were not easy to find. There were only so many places where y