As soon as Sirion’s declaration was over, Shia was thrown into the courtyard prison, the same place that Langrey had been kept the last time they were in Gaulane.
It was pitch dark and musty, but she didn’t mind it. She had expected this to happen after Sirion had kidnapped her. What she did not expect was for him to pull a trick out of his sleeve like that...
She wondered what Sirion was thinking when he sentenced her to death. He said he wanted all of her, but she didn’t know what that ‘all’ encompassed. If he was hell bent of owning her, why then was he willing to kill her? Why did he also declare Langrion as a threat in front of the citizens of Gascone when he was already proclaimed as king?
Shia felt that Sirion’s proclamation earlier was just bait that was set up for Langrey and for her. She didn’t know why Sirion wanted her powers that badly. Wasn’t he powerful enough on his own? He was able to curse people by himself. Wasn’t that enough to raise his a
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It was nowhere near night time, but Langrion retired to his chambers feigning headache and lack of sleep as his excuses. In truth, he only wanted some time to execute his plan of getting his brother’s help.It was the god inside of him who gave him that idea of tapping into the power of the shared consciousness with the use of his wedding ring. The Ancient Evil had used that power against him twice today: first to piss him off that he already has Shia within his grasp and second to challenge him. Now, he’ll turn the tables on him, but first, he needed to sleep...“Close your eyes and concentrate. Train your thoughts to be more aware of your surroundings, but at the same time, you have to be more relaxed... Remember, your goal is to reach your brother’s mind using the ring,” the god inside of him instructed.Langrion wondered in awe why this particular god was so knowledgeable about this thing and how he was able to come up with this
Langrion bolted from the bed, wide awake after his encounter with Danry and the Ancient Evil himself in the ring’s consciousness. Langrion cannot believe it! That blasted god – did he really remove his curse? Was he really from the evil powers that had haunted him since the day he was born and had branded him as the would-be Demon King? If so, he should be rejoicing by now! This was the moment he had prayed for to the gods all his life! And yet, he knew what turning curseless would actually mean for his Shia. “What happened? Did you succeed?” It was Gavil who spoke beside him. He stood guard alongside of him when he started his journey of tapping into Danry’s consciousness. “We’ve got to leave now! Shia and Khailis are in danger. That god is going to do something diabolical soon, I can feel it!” Gavil nodded, and he proceeded to clasp a dagger in his belt. They moved quickly, securing the weapons they needed for their present quest. “C
Langrion and Gavil, together with Chibi and Marmie, wasted no time travelling to the place they needed to go: the capital city of Gascone – Gaulane. “I can take us there easily, Prince Langrion,” Marmie said during the dead of the night a few second before they ascended in the air. Marmie was on Chibi’s back while Gavil had already transformed himself into his beast form – an enormous, black feline with wings like an eagle. “How,” Langrion asked. The last time he checked, Marmie’s powers involved controlling things with her mind. Can she also create voids like Galahad? “With this,” Marmie said, pulling away her sleeve from her left hand. There was a tattoo that looked like an eye with feathers reaching on both sides. “This was installed by the Ancient Evil when he controlled me... when he controlled us. We were supposed to use it once we have fulfilled our mission. Although I was not conscious at the time he was controlling my thoughts, I remembered it well i
Langrion could not believe it! His wife almost died. If he was just a second late, she would have perished! She surely wouldn’t have survived! A heart beat ago, he swopped as fast as he could towards the open fire burning at the castle’s courtyard. He had seen it countless of times before, looking like a candle far-away in his own tower. He heard the pleas of the cursed ones like him, begging, screaming for help, but his uncle never did give his mercy at any of those times. As such, Langrion feared those flames for a long time. He felt like they were the cause of his torment. He should have died with those people accused of being cursed a long time ago. He should have been the first to burn, but because he was a prince, he survived. He lived until his present age of twenty one years old... That’s right. Today is his twenty first birthday, and today, he just turned curseless. The mask on his face fell as he snatched Shia away from the burning flames th
“Just a little bit more, my lady... Please...” Gilyan have not begged anyone saved the God of Darkness for years. He didn’t have to before this. He became a free man because of His Darkness, but now, he found himself in a predicament where he would kneel down and kiss the earth if he could just get his wish. He didn’t know how many hours they had been buried down there. He tried his best since earlier to get help from above. However, he could not sense any living being, or was it perhaps because his magic was weak and limited? Earlier, the goddess who was with them revealed something about him that he felt had some semblance of truth. “All who can wield powers have the imprints of divinity in them, and you, in particular, given that strong sense of power, I’d say you must be a candidate for a god.” He had believed those words. After all, he had seen how his powers had gotten out of bounds even without the God of Darkness’ permission.
Darkness covered the sky as birds from all direction converge towards the courtyard where Gavil, Chibi, and Marmie had seen Langrion go earlier. “Come on, let’s go and help Shia now. She had been taken away by some monster, but I think she’s nearby,” Khailis remarked as she tried to stand, but Gavil held her tightly by the shoulder. “Wife, you stay here with Goddess Eily. The rest of us will go.” “Wait, no! How can I stay here? There’s no action here! Plus, I’m fine, don’t worry too much,” Khailis said, beaming with energy. “You’re not fine. We might lose our babies, and I don’t want to lose you too... Ever!” Khalis looked back at Gavil’s glistening eyes. For the first time since he had met him, he saw him shed tears... Ah, she had almost forgotten! The blood of knighthood runs so strongly in her veins, but first and foremost, she was a mother now and a wife to someone who deemed her precious... She couldn’t possibly be as bold and car
As soon as Shia cut through the kraken’s tentacle, she found herself falling helplessly down. She screamed. She had forgotten the fact that she could not fly. She was really a useless goddess. Thankfully, the feeling of falling suddenly stopped, and Shia was turned upright by an invisible force. When she craned her neck to see who it was that helped her, she spotted a familiar face. It was Marmie, and she was staying some distance away, manipulating her fall. Almost instantaneously, a cry emerged from up above her, and she saw two flying entities swoop down into the center of the kraken’s head where Sirion was. Finally they came! Gilyan and the Commander were perched at Chibi’s back, and a black winged puma, who could only be Gavil, went into the courtyard to help them. “Sirion,” Shia shouted. “Let Danterion go! It’s over! You are outnumbered!” Sirion simply laughed at her, seemingly unfazed. “Do you think you and your puny friends could kill
“I, the new sun of Gascone, swear to dedicate my life into the service of my people. I swear this oath in the name of my father and my forefathers before me and in the name of the holy gods and goddesses of Teotroly!” Everybody cheered as the new king took his oath. They gazed at his ocean blue eyes, and they were taken aback by the honesty of his words and his demeanor. They welcomed him and his new queen with open arms. Shia looked back at the dignified man’s jet-black hair and mesmerizing blue-eyes with awe. She was proud and happy at what he had accomplished so far. It had been four months since the battle between them and Sirion has ended, and in those four months, he had been able to recover by and by. During the battle that left half of the castle in ruins, the last clear vision in Shia’s mind was that of Sirion plunging a sword in Danterion’s body – the body that hosted him – just after claiming that his death will fulfil what he had lon