Redberg VillageCamellana's VillaIn the heart of the oasis of Camellana's little chapel, an assembly of dark forces took place beneath the lanterns and otherworldly spells that concealed the dwellers inside.The pitch blackness was perfect, a sort of visual lull that gave a venerable fear. With human eyes closed there was the thoroughness of fear that gives one's heart a bitterness of existing, of being, of breathing, and how those moments extended with such gloom until the dawn chose to bring back the colors.They devoured the meat of animal sacrifices contributed by the villagers and drank the blood for refreshment.The assembly consisted of Sulu, the leader of the dark sorcerers; Camellana, the priestess of the village, Nirvana, the young witch of Winterberg, wife of knight Ambrose, and lastly Lord Cornelius, the legendary vampire from three hundred years ago, the leader of the secret orders of monster knights.Cornelius was a peculiar vampire. Because of extensive time burrowing
“Agreed,” said Camellana. “Your counsel has ascertained the most beneficial, Sulu dear. My trust in you heightens daily.”Fortunately, Sulu thought to himself, because when he was the most inexperienced, then he would gut them and filet them like the fish that they are. Such high swine. And with the help of Camellana, he will take back his rightful merit of this region, and with it, the witches of the dark natives. His vengeance against the dark natives chief must be administered soon. He would come up with all the excuses he wanted for revenge, yet it would always be the work of an inner tantrum and thus could always represent his best or what he could have been capable of... He was worthy of destroying the elders, especially the foolish Lucinda… He was competent enough to eradicate their most beloved cavern.“Good,” uttered Sulu himself.“Indeed, Sulu. Because when you are the most trusting, then I know our alliance will be the only way we can win this crusade and claim the sovereig
Three days later, the group of Diana evaded the hunters as they were now seeking refuge in the next ravine. Daisy Valley. By day, they rested and by night they journeyed.Early dawn, Cavin, now faultlessly healed, hurried down the ridge to get back to their little cabin sanctuary. Daisy valley was a trivial small borough on the edge of the highland before Dark Mountain fifteen miles west of Twin Hollow. There were only twenty-five family dwellers. Though it was the burial place of witches and the supernatural, the small valley never rose to significance.Damian's father was not a well-off man and had no importance to be known for. He had two sons, three daughters and Damian was the youngest and often neglected. In one of his highland explorations, he met Diana's group and offered his little cabin for refuge, and proposed to look for some food in exchange for silver coins.When Damian arrived at the market neighborhood in the middle of the valley, he hesitated to see the valley's peopl
Damian has a plan on his own. He shall uncover his origin. He had decided he had to unearth his ancestry’s full story, to find out who his parents were. He had never hoped for joyous family reunions. He just had to know. Possibly, that hadn’t been the best idea. No good ever came from ladling into the past. It was like kicking a nest of hornets. That’s what his foster father had always meant.Brushing off those metaphorical hornets, Damian nudged all thoughts of his past to the sidelines. He had to concentrate on something else. He had to keep his mind off the horrible truth that he had a dark sorcerer for a father.He might have despised him. After all, he wanted him dead. And his foster siblings were even worse. They wanted to use Damian as a tool to earn golds and silvers, then discard him like trash on the side of the cliff. Literary again.Regardless, Damian tried to think about the upcoming challenges, but they all seemed to lead back to him. To expose him. No, he needed somethi
Damian's stepfather was watching his every move. He might already suspect it.“Alright father, let’s do it,” Damian told him, wiping all those concerns from his mind. “Let’s train tomorrow. But I won’t go easy on Elfar.” Damian added, knowing full well, no training shall happen sooner or later.A heathen smile broke through his stepfsther suave cloak. “Good. Only a jester clenches back when fighting an elder. And I never took you for a fool, Damian.”“Just a troublemaker sir.”“Always and forever,” his stepfather jested. His words fell heavy against Damian's head when he nodded back in agreement.—with the pressure of finality. Of the battle that lay before them. Or did it? A glint of fragile terror pulsed through Damian. Elfar had said before that he would be testing his magic when this training was over.The secret order would use those mysterious tests to try to pair him off with another warrior. That was what they did. May the winners survive. Maybe Damian was upsetting for nothing
The soldiers nudged David and Sergio forward with their swords. The silver-tipped swords shone like eternal weapons from hell. The two and sure moved away from the swords like the weapons had the power to hurt—or even kill them, but no fear could be seen in their eyes, they knew somehow that the elder could get through them away from the soldiers' resentment...“Young David and Sergio,” Elfar began. His disappointment was understandable in his hawk-like eyes. There comes a time that for keeping one's self-respect intact, one must leave what one hoped would be a good thing. The disappointment arrives as sadness. It was a sorrow, a conclusion, yet in time it upheld, in time the soul can begin to hope for something real, lasting, and secure and he hoped his decision wouldn't give him enough regret for his great-grandson's future.“Both of you…stand accused—”“The recruit is my underling, Sir,” Damian stepped up and cut in, striding forward to the old man's cabins. “I will conclude how it
"What made him change his mind, Elfar?""I don't know, but Damascus told me that the ancient vampire who invaded his mind once before, told him to pass the message. Your father told me to warn you about confiding your dream to anyone. It would be a tremendous risk. However, he told me that the ancient one will help you someday, and he instructed me to tell you to trust the ancient and no one else for that matter."Damian was speechless. Now everything seems understandable. His father knew about Lord Andrew Lawvosky. This new information makes sense. But how about his great-grandmother? Was he in danger?Yes, he was powerful but does he even stand a chance?He would clearly show that while his born magic comprises more darkness than the human typically seen in witches who survive the churchs’ hatred, nonetheless Damian fire magic was powered by dark magic and was lying if he told himself that he could control it. He could not, and that made him not to use it to anyone.“I am merely sim
Diana heard everything and before she vacated the valley with her wild wolves, she had one thing in mind. Andrew was in dire need of her help. She has to formulate a scheme on her own and she should be faster and thorough about it.Arriving at the little cabin in the woods, Diana ordered the wild wolves to hang around and watch their surroundings. In the half-light of midnight, they could be mistaken as dogs, but dogs don't move the way wolves do - they move in choreographed motions, one family of canines like ballet dancers flowing over the earth. There was an intelligence in their eyes, shyness, and loyalty, a wariness of her kind.Inside the cabin, Tommy cried out, "Where the hell have you been D? I am fuckin worried. What on bloody earth is your problem? I told you to stay away from the settlement and inform me when you went awol again. You have me worried for a second there.""Come on! Tom!, you are exaggerating now. I just went for some fresh air.""Fresh air my ass! With the wo