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
Then she removed the dagger again, pushed the tip of the dagger once more into the vial, ever so slowly. The healer felt a burning sensation in the crook of her arm when a drop of the green liquid fell from the vial, and then a cool swelling as the greenish fluid flowed into her. She narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth, her whole body focused on the task, afraid to stop and disobey the head chief. The silence in the lab was so unconditional that the healer could hear her breath whistling between her parted lips.It took her almost a minute to complete the process. Then again plunged the dagger to the young witch's chest as she murmured her goodbye and welcome to the underworld, then she removed the sword from her chest and set the empty vial on the stone table.She went to the door and called for her assistant who waited outside her chamber and told him to inform the head chief. The deed was done. They can breathe now. The healer however still felt the coldness in her arm after th
Abandoned Cabin"Diana? What the hell happened?" Tommy yelled, looking at Damian with his fire on both hands, chattering at the wall, lost to his own trance. Tommy had been calling their names for like forever and it seemed like the two weren't listening or couldn't hear his shout.After the not-so-friendly shouts, Diana, however, stared back at him and hushed. "Stay quiet Tom, Damian has been having the episode of his dream dwelling or whatever he calls it. Don't shout. We don't want to scare him, especially with the magical flame on his hand."“Oh, yes. And we learned just as much from what he told us that he couldn't control his fire just yet. What the fuck is he doing anyway? He looks possessed.""He has been, well, ...weird since he woke up. Seeing things that weren't there and talking nonsense but I think Andrew was inside his mind right now. He had told me something.""Andrew? Our sire?""Of course. Who else?" Diana murmured with mild irritation. Tommy has been quite stupid thi
She stopped walking and moved a bit closer to Damian, propping herself up on his elbows. “Did you get chosen, too? Before being chosen as the envoy of the knights?”The muscles in Damian's neck tightened under his skin, but contrary he didn’t walk further. Her blue-green eyes gleamed above his inflamed cheeks. Finally, after five long seconds, Damian nodded. “Yes. But it didn’t end well. I killed a commander who attempted to touch me. I mean… you know what I mean. I killed him with my fire. And elfar helped me get away with it by telling the authorities that the killer had been slain by me. This gives me a way out of the journey and I return to my family.""This is the first time you've chosen to use your fire right?" Diana guessed."Yes. I was not regretful, the bastard deserved it." Before Damian could add more he had another dizzy episode. This time, it wasn't just Diana who had felt it, so did Tommy. The trio stopped walking and sat at the nearby boulders.This one was longer and
Staring at the old witch, Diana smiled with the hope of tasting her fresh-baked bread, yet she wobbled and became dizzy. She couldn’t even support her weight. Before they could reach the first step on the cabin, she fell on top of her and they collapsed in a heap. Diana's face slapped against the dirt ground, which seemed to wobble like a seesaw. Everything happened so fast, that her ears rang, high-pitched and loud. The noise inside her head was even louder than the scream of the old woman.The witch scrambled to her feet and grabbed Diana's right hand. Clasping it tightly, she pulled with all her might. “Get up, Dear! We have to go!”The old woman called the sleeping lads inside the cabin yet, none seems to hear her.Diana could hear the old witch's shouts though, but she was powerless to even move. Though her mind was so alert as she heard the wail of some kind of an alarm bell that was too loud on her ears. She knew by now it was not an ordinary warning. It was an enchanted one.S
Then, Diana stepped toward the enchanting waterfalls that seemed to be calling her. It was whispering something but she couldn't understand what it was. Tommy raised his brow and followed right behind, sweating like crazy. It was like jogging in a steam room, only hotter and more uncomfortable. Within seconds his clothes were soaked. The vapor was so thick they didn’t see the pool until they were ten feet away. As they scrambled toward the stone passageway they nearly collided with someone coming out of the right of the pool. It was a tall man wearing a dark tunic and carrying a woman in his arms. The woman also wore a dark tunic but appeared to be unconscious. Tommy looked carefully at the man, trying to glimpse the face behind the steam of cloud, and realized it was Cavin. His eyes were wide and fearful behind the vapor. "Help!"Diana edged at the unconscious woman. “Is that Lanah?” she inquired. Her voice, hushed by the steam, was hardly clear under the wailing warning bells. Cavin