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
Daisy ValleyAt midnight in Damian's little sanctuary, he arrives at the cabin with the new knowledge about his ancestry and wonders where the witch and Cavin went. After some time of keeping him up with what transpired earlier, they started their journey. Confiding everything to the vampire seer and the wolf made Damian at home. It felt like he was with his family at last. Nevertheless, he yearned for something more, something more he could call his own. Maybe his fate wasn't that bad.They commenced on a human pace for fear of getting caught a glimpse by the church armies. After all, Damian had fled the valley and defied his so-called calling.Diana and the two agreed to go to the Munster Village instead to look for countess Matilda. Diana thought it would be their best recourse if they wanted to look for Camellana.After a night and day of the isolated journey, came the dawn, Damian was shown to a small meager abandoned shack for rest. Passed leaf, upon the moss, softened rock, com
Dark Natives TavernOn the day of the journey, Celestina slowly deteriorated, so weak and helpless, Cavin brought her back to the Dark Natives underground territory with the help of Lucinda's bird spies, Cavin was able to bring back Celestina after four days of non-stop voyage.Celestina was back in the healer's cabin the next morning, lying on a cold stone bed in the chamber, she was laid beside one of the healer's tables. She was unconscious and laid face up with her dirty green tunic unbuttoned and removed as Lucinda watched the immobile young witch's body, from one table to another, the healer was collecting everything she needed for the healing. The healer didn’t need to use her mixture anymore. She wasn’t even hurrying, she was taking her time, the little witch's life was in her hands. However, the healer's legs appeared to be fully healed after sacrificing flesh on her knee to her experiment. All was well, she thought.After she prepared all her paraphernalia and some mixture