Diana and her group went further away from the high mountain of Winterberg territory. After another hour they finally appeared from the pine forest. The route ran down a grassroots hill to a broad plateau of farmland. About a hundred fields ahead was an extended chain-link barrier that sprawled at least a mile to the north and west. On the other barrier of the border were meadows and fields of corn stalks, approximately ready for harvest, and broad grasslands flecked with scraping goats and sheep.Way off in the expanse Tommy sighted an enormous brown old shed, a dark silo, and half a dozen simple dwellings of dark native people created in a circle. Behind the farm was massive wilderness. It looked like a tiny agriculture commonhold, the dark people clan with room for twenty or twenty-five people at the most.This wasn’t what they’d expected. They'd assumed the Dark native clan would be more densely inhabited. Strange, Diana glanced at the two spear-wielded patrols, who swiveled their
The native's elders had an excellent relationship with them. The Redberg community left them alone and they did the same. But in the past years, the white settlers flooded into the boundary of pine forest, and there was a danger they’d become too curious about their community.They comprehended that if they wanted to keep their mysteries, they had to make themselves discreet. They had to protect their thriving family. It is then they started building all this stuff underground. They constructed the first residences in the cavern then. Later on, they added vaster contours and huts for their families and foodshed and weapons stalls.Nowadays they need only a few people to remain aboveground to work the farm, but most of them go outside at least once a week to get exercise and fresh air and pretend to be as foolish and illiterate whenever some stranger visited them on their farmIt was an adequate camouflage for them because dark natives communities keep to themselves and have little com
Once they were seated accordingly, the leader fixed her gaze on Tommy. She didn’t look at Eddie, even though the young boy sat less than three feet away and was unconscious. The leader’s lone eye, blue and wary, shone on him like the limelight. Her face was surprisingly cold-blooded. No emotions were less than what she wanted to convey. Unlike the other dwellers of the cavern, she didn’t seem angered by Celestina's confidence. Rather, she appeared relaxed and methodical, coolly restricted to get to the core of the issue. After many seconds she turned to the head patrolman.“I’m prepared to listen to your statement, Egos.” The old woman’s voice was unique; it was—deeper, yet hoarse and hard. She edged at Egos, who stood at vigilance in the nook of the hall. “...the other says you encountered a witch's survivor as well as three other peculiarities?”Egos moved toward the tribunal and leaned in the old woman's way. His sudden headache was brewing, the headache told him it was time to re
"If you are asking about my grandmother's plan, milady, I have no idea why she had sent me here. What all I've instructed before she died last year was to take it away from our hiding place and come here and ask for shelter. But she cast a spell that aside from me and the fated one, no one shall touch the heirloom or risk an early death. Anyone curious enough was welcome to try though." The brave little girl added as she took the old book from the satchel.“I believe you. But didn’t you contemplate the outcomes of implicating a stranger in your plans? Even with the barbarians at your heels, you should’ve realized how risky this was.”“Of course I saw the danger. But the alternatives were worse. If I’d tried to fend for myself and Eddie, which wasn't as promising, the villagers would have captured us, and all the information from the other witches would’ve fallen into their hands.” Celestina raised the satchel again, waving it in the air. “So I made the best of the situation. I did ri
Andrew was dreaming about the woman. The odd beautiful maiden who appeared in his dreams so many nights now. Her body danced against him—the smooth, fresh, sweat-slicked skin of her backsliding against his rock-hard chest. The smell of vanilla and lavender filled his senses as he buried his nose in that fiery blond hair, held in his fist, and heaved away from the bare nape of her neck. He sensed her beauty with his heart because it was weaved from threads of love and Andrew was all the more confused, how did he think of that? Who is this woman?His lips tasted her sweet delicate skin, and she breathed in a painful broken whine of delight. Her familiar little bottom grinds back against his thick, hard shaft, and he grunts in a sweet passion of pleasure as he believes it twitches and pulses against her. Andrew's hand tightens in her hair, his lips teased over the back of her skin. And the woman moaned. His other hand clasps her waist, pulling her against him before it slides up her smal
Cornelius lifted Cronos’s arm and they saw black blotches in his armpits, neck, and at his back. “..They are also around his groin.” added her mother as she took the cloth from Cronos forehead and went to the little kitchen.“That vampire be damned,” grumbled Cornelius. Since the appearance of their prize coffin, their land has suffered a lot of distress, sickness, and followed with plague.Watching his little brother, the latter groaned in pain, “big brother, it's so painful, what can we do? Am I dying?” let out Cronos. He was on the verge of crying but he dared not let them see his tears of pain.“Let us pray, maybe the gods...” said Dawar on the corner as Cronos blurted out, “To which gods?” They glared at him.He certainly did not know if they meant to appease the gods who had struck their beloved land, the ancient vampire, or their own god to undo the curse. He wasn’t sure which was powerful after all, ever since the procession of the knights with the coffin all over the village
Perhaps it was just Cornelius' own illusion, forged out of the sorrow of failing his dear brother. But Darwin had heard it too, had he not? He heard their saint talk to them. Whispered something, or had he been hallucinating?Cornelius looked at his lover. Darwin did not return his regard. He gaped like a figure frozen in shock at the vision of their saint. The paragon.He pursued his gaze. They saw a dark shadow glide out from behind the statue. It stood ten feet tall. Cornelius now understood the scent was not from sacrifices but from the silhouette who absorbed them. The scent was relaxing and clouding their monster knight's minds. They were all lost from the power conjured by the witch. It was to make them believe that their gods were indeed responsive. 'Pathetic knights' the old witch thought to herself. Beyond everything she hated humans. She despised all of them and so they deserve the plague, they deserve to suffer, just like her. She could still hear their voices even though
A month later, Lord Andrew's incursions were well designed with Camellana overseeing the secret order and he was now traveling over the cold mountains as the winter snow melted. He would return to the settlements before the monsoon made it difficult to ford the streams, which made the nearby grassland of Munster Village so abundant and prosperous.His scheme was modest; strike, conquer, take and then walk on. Not for him though, the executive and political predicament of ruling these secret orders needed a well through planning. That would be left for Camellana and the rest of her covens. Pretending to overlay rule and ordinance over rebellion, the monster knight would prove to be the biggest problem, but after thorough implementation The secret order had been educated that they would systematically denude the territory of the church's wealth and armies for hundred years and leave behind as their bequest a political and bureaucratic predicament would guarantee future offspring unsewn