MILDRED I pleaded in my heart for Morpheus to be real. If he is not the one standing there, then I do not know what I will do. I should have learned the fighting skills he offered. I was a fool for living this carelessly and being so impulsive. Morpheus was older and more experienced than me
At that point, I did not know if I wanted him to catch up with us or for the carriage to outrun him, which was nearly impossible. Tears ran down my cheeks as I watched. At that moment, a lot of things started to make sense. His speed, his strength, and his advanced sense of smell and hearing. He onc
MILDRED I opened my eyes and blinked. My vision was blurry, but I heard shuffling footsteps around me. I squeezed my eyes shut for a while and opened them, and my vision became clearer. Morpheus came into my line of view, and the events replayed in my head again. I scooted back in terror, and
Dear Gentle readers, I want to thank you all, first, for your support and dedication. It is with a heavy heart that I write this. I have been sick for a while now, hence the slow updates. I will be going for surgery at the end of this month and will take a month's break from the first of August
AUTHOR’S P.O.V. The grand palace gates creaked open, revealing a procession led by Karim and his brave men in their magnificent chariots. Gregor and his companions, stationed at the centre of the palace, observed the entrance with mixed emotions. As Karim arrived at the palace's centre, he ord
Gregor looked like he would protest but said nothing. He led Karim and some of his men towards the room where he kept the map. Sekani was behind them, but he stopped and shook his head. "These two can never get along." Later, Karim, Gregor and their men found themselves huddle
AUTHOR'S P.O.V. "Swords out!" Karim roared. The air filled with the sounds of sharp blades leaving their sheaths. His men stood in three rows in the sparring area outside the palace, awaiting his instruction. He watched them intently, aware of the importance of combat training before any ad
MILDRED I watched Morpheus sharpen his knife. He had been silent since he sent Marcus away. I had so many questions on the tip of my tongue, but I could not bring myself to ask. I was angry at him and knew he was seething with fury at me as well. He still had me tied up, not allowing me to mo