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
This is nice, I thought inwardly, allowing the world to melt away with every gentle rock of Morpheus's body. I could hear the soft thump of his heart as my head was placed against his chest. "Alright," he said as if he had heard my thoughts, but his voice no longer held the anger he had again
MORPHEUS I was cornered, and it was all because I lost focus. For the past five years, I have been living my life always looking behind me, not letting anything distract me. But for the first time since then, I was surrounded because I was distracted. These men were warriors. I did not know w
AUTHOR'S P.O.V. Mildred was growing worried as time passed. She wanted to obey Morpheus one last time, but it was becoming more difficult. She heard slashes of knives and screams of men and wondered if Morpheus was alright. He had made her promise never to leave her hiding place. "I will just ta