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
Celestina’s eyes pulsed with pure loathing as her gaze fell upon the view outside the cabin. She looked at the horizon like she looked at the devil himself like it represented all that went wrong when her beliefs were seduced by the mother churches and led off their holy, heavenly path into immortality.“I believe so, Diana…” The young witch paused. She looked like she was cooking up a juicy retribution, one that involved every terrible thing she wished she could do to Lucinda. Her involvement with Sulu had protected her all those years, and now Sulu betrayed her. So Celestina was redirecting her anger on Sulu, who didn’t have the knowledge that she knew his plan all along.Well, she wasn’t going to kill him instead. Celestina thought to herself. She has to look for the Fated One sooner to get her power back. To get what she had lost, to get what was rightfully hers in the first place.She had tried to kill Sulu when he’d still been inside the dark native cavern, but she halted her pl
Diana told Tommy everything, she enjoyed watching his face during her story, his scowl and surprise looked upon hearing everything from her.He cracked up. “Oh, my bloody ass. Genius move D. Oh crap. No wonder Cavin looked confused earlier. I never thought you could manipulate someone's mind now. Not as much as I enjoyed seeing Celestina's face when she realized you could actually play her game.”“So can you Tom. We need to play this right. She was a conniving bitch who would do everything according to her goal. If that wasn’t cheating, I don’t know what is.”“You’re slipping, Diana.” He clicked his tongue at her. “You’ll never beat her at this rate. Don't let your emotions play your mind… But anyway let's keep ourselves vigilant. I have had a bad feeling about her before. But I have given her the benefit of the doubt. Somehow my wolf-tingling perception could feel it. But how can we find the Fated One? We don't know where to start.”“Says who? I have one of Marites scrolls,” Diana po
Fifteen miles far away from the Daisy Valley in a secret area behind in the hills, when the humans were tucked into the heavenly black of nighttime, the cloudy grey makes their nighttime all the cozier but for a league of twenty non-human knight legions and warriors gathered around an orator, knight Tristan. The battalion's new commander. The night was their refuge as nightfall comes with a whisper of perfect black that grows into a comforting chorus of stars.The man that spoke has the form of a young massive and powerful warrior, but he had the confidence of a knight willing to kill anyone who dared to question him. On knight, Tristan's left was the new recruit, a one eyed-man who moves like he was still taking that tall body for a test drive, not sure if it's his for keeps.When the others looked his way he returned the glance with a hint of shyness just briefly before turning away either way Tristan's right-hand man was as tall and large as he was. Yet, the hooded man wasn't an or