Ivan
My heartbeat was thunderous in my ears, my chest unbearably tight. The air in my lungs felt incredibly compacted. I clenched my fist, wondering why my body was acting the way it was. I became unnaturally nervous as I stared at my beloved. Her eyes remained focused on the gold and black tie I wore but she wasn't really looking at the tie itself. She was thinking. I knew it by the familiar look on her face that she was deep in thought.
Upon informing her about my kingdom and my position in it, she had said nothing. The wait was killing me. Her silence was tearing me to bits.
I realized then that the heightened senses, the weight in chest, the great discomfort, they were all due to anxiety. I was scarcely ever anxious or nervous - if at all - and so I was not well accustomed to whatever was happening. Not even in times of war, when I knew my enemies were drawing closer had I felt this way. This woman, standing right their drew something from inside me. She was able to reach into me and bring out my deepest insecurities.
She made me something I had never truly been. She made me human.
"Say something," I chocked out. It came out as a plea. I almost never plea. This was so unlike me. I felt out of my own skin, waiting for her to speak and take away this wretched emotion that ate at me. " Please."
This went against everything my being knew, everything I'd been told when I was younger. My kind were never vulnerable. We never plea, never beg. Most of all, we never feared. We were fear.
And now that was all I felt. From the moment I met this small creature before me fear had become an affliction that never left me. I was afraid, not for my well-being but for hers. Because her well-being meant my survival, for only when she took another breath did my heart receive the mandate to take another beat.
' You are weak! Your compassion makes you weak.' My father's words came again. Even after eight centuries without him, his words still disturbed me. It was like he was always there. Would I ever be rid of him?
"Why are you worried?" said Cara. She had seen my worry and sought to comfort me. I doubt anyone knew me as well as she did.
She gently touched my face, cupping my cheek with her small hand. I had no choice but to answer her. "I'm afraid you'll leave me."
The statement was a revelation not only to her but also to myself. It seemed to surprise me more than it did her.
"I would never do that to you. I know how it feels...to worry that someone might abandon you all of a sudden and you will go the rest of your life without them and I can't do that to you, ever."
I was reassured. But it was not just the fear of her abandoning me that disturbed me but the also the fear that someone would snatch her away from my grip. I had many enemies, none of whom I had ever felt threatened by, until she came along.
My stare fell to the mark on her wrist. Through it, Zoladie had declared that she was after Cara's life and had simultaneously declared war with me. The tattoo served as a constant reminder , more to myself that to its wearer that at any given moment, out of the clear blue sky, Zoladie would strike.
My body was suddenly on high alert.
The sound of the Mac a' Bhaird twins approaching caused a tension to spread through me , the usual effect of someone coming near my beloved.
The two came and paused at the entrance, no doubt cautious not to walk in on the king and his company in a compromising position.
"Enter," I instructed loud enough for them to hear. They entered and bowed in unison. This was not a formal occasion so a simple bow would do. Otherwise they would have had to descend to their knees, then I would touch the nape of their necks, a show of trust and loyalty among my people.
Three warriors came in and silently gave a bow before moving to stand aside. Their work was to assured both mine and Cara's security. They made sure that no treachery would take place on the part of the twins. It was not unheard of for witches to use portals to... get rid of people, it was, after all, impossible to tell a portal's destination before one was already aboard and it was too late.
"My king," said Ness Mac a' Bhaird. He avoided my gaze while his brother looked me right in the eyes.
It seemed that all the bravery in the family had gone to Kin.
"Are you prepared?" Asked the brave one.
Despite the sharp contrast in their personalities, they were good friends and made an even better team. That was why had I appointed them for the job they were about to perform. The Mac a' Bhaird twins served as the most skilled spellcasters. The two had also proved themselves the best portalists in the kingdom.
Their reputation however did not mean I trusted fully in their abilities.
Without answering Kin's previous question, I went to the cabinet and took out a certain stone. The rock glowed sickeningly in my palm. Its color changed from purple to lilac to maroon. It appeared that there was something floating in an eternal space inside it.
I handed the object Ness whose only response was a blank stare. His brother spoke," we don't need that."
I turned to Kin who seemed to be the only one capable of handling my stare," I'm sure you don't. But you'll still use it." My reply gave no room for further debate on the matter and we proceeded without any further argument.
"We're ready," I announced. I shifted my attention back to Cara. She keenly observed as the two spellcasters took their position in front of the stone that marked the location of the portal. The twins interlocked their fingers and held the energy stone in the net made by their fingers. Each raised their free hand and began the spell.
The spell itself was short and simple but it required a lot of force and will power. A thick cloud of blue air started to form. The cloud spun, appearing as some sort of hurricane. The portal reached its climax and they threw the stone in. I'd watched this procedure countless times and so I knew what was next. As the portal matured it took on the color of the energy stone.
The twins moved to the side. I took Cara's hand. She gave mine a squeeze signaling to me that she was afraid. I interlaced our fingers in a tight hold, a quiet reassurance that everything was going to be alright.
And she followed me. She walked ahead with me and into the portal, having no idea how much it meant to me that had she put her trust in me.
***
Cara
It felt like I was at the center of a deep sea, floating, surrounded by water. I closed my eyes and I felt like I was swimming, all of my body immersed in water, yet I breathe just fine. The water was heavy around my body and the only thing that kept me from drifting off, sinking, was Ivan. He was my anchor. He held my hand strongly, not letting go.
Fatigue set in. My form grew weak. Vitality drained from by body.
"Cara, stand," Ivan's voice came hoarsely in my eyes. I willed my body to do as told. Abruptly, I was on solid ground, no longer floating.
I opened my eyes and I was elsewhere. Very far from home.
CaraI reveled in the pleasure of being on solid ground again. My head began to clear up, the dizziness the leaving me. I was amazed by the wonder of it all. Not more that five minutes before had I been back at Ivan's house and now I was here. And 'here' was quite far from home.My eyes travelled the room, taking everything in, from the shining stone floors to the spectacular view of the sky. The room was circular and large, with a grand cupola forming its ceiling. Large sculpted pillars held up the dome above us and in between them there were spaces allowing for a nice view.I shifted my attention back at the people before us. Directly in front of me stood a tall, heavy brown-eyed man with a head of long, curly, blonde hair. He eyed me top to bottom, saying nothing.Three people stood behind the giant of a man: a woman dressed in a leather military jacket and leather pants to match, a man dressed the same way and a young woman who wore a simple white dress."Sir," the built man greet
CAUTION : mature content ahead. If you are easily offended by such, kindly skip over the scene.KogoMy feet tapped against the stone floors as I waited impatiently outside Keith's chambers. It was known that he and his wife kept a few energy stones with them and if my plan was going to work I needed a stone.Still I had no idea how I would do this. I couldn't just barge in and demand that he give me a stone , I did not have a stone carrying permit. Operating and handling an energy stone required licensing these days, since the amendment of the laws due to Zoladie's recent terror in our land. As a result, all witches were charged to hand in there stones for 'safekeeping'. My only hope now was to steal it.Steal it , I decided inwardly. It would not be an issue, I had done this a few times in my youth. When I was younger, my friends and I had enjoyed stealing strong elixirs and potions from the shops in the town.The tall heavy doors burst open all of a sudden. There stood Keith, dress
CaraApparently, the castle had no proper cell signal. Brienne had informed me that the country had a large invisible dome around it that prevented interference from the outside world. The dome also messed with most satellite signals. Hence, I had no way what-so-ever of communicating with my father.My separation from the outside world left me wandering around. Again and again, I found myself at the castle's humongous library.I entered through the only door and walked past the front desk. Contrary to the common stereotype, the librarian was not an elderly, four-eyed, gray-haired woman. In the woman's place sat a tall, lean man with black rimmed spectacles.He caught me staring, his piercing gaze slowing my feet into a sudden halt."May I help you?" He raised his jet black, well-trimmed eyebrows questioningly. His eyes raked me from shoes to hair and I could not resist the temptation to look down too.He gazed fixedly at my pale blue three-quarter length dress and flat, brown sandals.
IvanThe wind hit my face with impeccable force but I did not falter. My form wound between the trees at a high velocity as I relied on only my powerful God-given vision to see.My target's white shawl blew through the air as she ran faster and faster attempting to get away. The tired moans of my warriors decreased in volume behind me until they were silent. That was how I knew they were death. More victims claimed by the merciless sorceress. But they were only a decimal of the throngs of people that had fallen at her hands."Ivy..." came her taunting voice again. And the white shawl disappeared. " Catch me...if you can."She continued to mock and taunt me, ridiculing my every move. She was there, until you tried to grasp her, then she evaporated in your hold. It was like chasing the wind. You knew it was there but you'd never catch it.Her shriek-y laugh boomed through the woods and I felt the snow begin to melt under my feet. The white substance resumed to fall from the sky, coating
Jasper"Yes, definitely," Cara said. Even from a distance, the cheer in her voice was clear as a crystal. Urging the bushes away with my hand, I stared at Merideth. Her eyes shone brightly under the yellow sun, her auburn locks moving easily with the zephyr.A true vision.A bright smile played own the healer's plump lips causing a rush of desire to flow through me. My desire fought against shame as I thought of how manner less I had been acting recently. Hiding behind shrubs I order to spy on women was a whole new low for me, but what was I to do, I was, as they say,' whipped'. The American doctor had me on my knees, literally.She had not spoken to me in weeks. The woman just would not give me the time of day as difficult as it was to admit, it was killing me.You mustn't succumb to this...not again , I told myself, determined that my heart would never be broken again. Having lost someone once, I didn't want it again, especially with a human. Come on, she was so fragile, truly tempo
CaraHoping to blend in as only a servant in the castle, I wore a stark white dress that revealed much of my back but was designed in a way that my neck was concealed. The dress was supposed to hide the nape of my neck where a dark insignia signifying my clan should have been. The sleeves were long and covered up my wrists where I should have born a mark showing that I was a serving maid.I carried along with me, a dark hood that I would wear once we left the castle.I strutted down the wide hall and stopped at the edge of a staircase where I would meet Merideth. After a short wait, I saw her approaching. She carried with her, a wicker basket in which she would keep the things she was going to buy."You look nice," she said."Thanks. And I'll be sure to return you dress," I replied, running my palms over the cloth's soft surface."It is not mine...I'm not a serving maid so I don't have to wear it." Merideth's work in the castle was basically acting as an assistant to the Court Physici
CaraThe tattoo on my arm itched like a fresh rash. The cause was that I was five feet apart from the woman who marked me with it.Zoladie had had the power to put a mark on me even without touching. Shed done it through Liza. Using whatever sort of spell, she had placed a mark on Liza and the mark had transferred itself onto my wrist the second I had touched my friend. That sort of power scared me down to my core.This womans capabilities were endless and unimaginable.My mind spun with different scenarios, ideas of what was going to happen next, each worse that the last. Damn, my creativity. My father had been right about those horror movies. Now I could imagine a thousand different ways in which this woman could end all our lives.However, I did not understand why we were here and she was there, well within each others grasps and she had not done anything to us.It gave me reason to doubt that it was truly her but I knew. From the way my chest ached under her gaze, I was sure as a
We fell into another place, another world as far as I knew. I landed on the ground with a heavy thud. I had no energy left. All my strength had left with Aeren.I raised my eyes, prepared to face her ugly cave but I was met with something entirely different. It was a small cozy cottage.Directly ahead of me was a small fireplace. On one side of the room was a rectangular wooden table with two chairs. On the other side was chair and stool. At the center was a nice rug.I searched for a door and I found three. A man stepped through one of them. My heart sunk at the sight of him. I could not, would not, believe my own eyes.Hes as real as can be, the witch laughed at my side, seeing my confusion and fear. I looked towards the man again. His dark hair, his features. The spitting image of the man who often starred in my nightmares.HoffI was told that you teenagers really despise your teachers, it is in fact true, Zoladie chuckled. Yes, teenagers didnt have a history of having good relati
Shouts came from a distance and the body I was in ignored them. I payed no attention to the wolves fighting meters away but just kept running.Lightning flashed across the dark sky. I reached the castle and circled it until I arrived at a small door hidden behind many vines. I heard myself mutter a few words (not exactly myself but the body I was in). The door came open and I went through it. I followed the dark, unsettling corridors, unaffected by the ripe stench of rotting carcasses. I made way up a flight of stairs, moving closer to the loud growls resonating from the upper floors.Panting, I stopped my steps at a broken door and peeked through the hole. It was a hall. Two men stood inside, talking. I could not hear their words behind all the noise coming from the other parts of the building.A door across the room suddenly slammed open, banging against the stone wall.My body shivered. Had I been in control of the form I was in, my breath would have caught in that very moment.He
CaraI scarcely believed it when I woke up the next morning. After somehow falling asleep, sometime late in the night, I had expected, slightly hoped, that Zoladie would end my life while I was unconscious. But my captor was a true evil, none like any Walt Disney writer could imagine or animate.Once I had thought about things, I had realized that her intention was to make me suffer first.Enacting revenge is more than just about the brutal, cruel murder.Her aim was to torture me until I begged her for death.First, you must suffer.So far, she was doing a spot-on job. I was in emotional upheaval. My mind was never ease and I was fidgeting like a pregnant nun at a confessional.A growl from my abdomen alerted me of my hunger. Amidst everything, for the first time in my life, I had forgotten to eat something. Luckily, the tray of food that I had dismissed the previous night was still there.Cold chicken soup and rice may not be the most fabulous meal but one as hungry as I was, it is
We fell into another place, another world as far as I knew. I landed on the ground with a heavy thud. I had no energy left. All my strength had left with Aeren.I raised my eyes, prepared to face her ugly cave but I was met with something entirely different. It was a small cozy cottage.Directly ahead of me was a small fireplace. On one side of the room was a rectangular wooden table with two chairs. On the other side was chair and stool. At the center was a nice rug.I searched for a door and I found three. A man stepped through one of them. My heart sunk at the sight of him. I could not, would not, believe my own eyes.Hes as real as can be, the witch laughed at my side, seeing my confusion and fear. I looked towards the man again. His dark hair, his features. The spitting image of the man who often starred in my nightmares.HoffI was told that you teenagers really despise your teachers, it is in fact true, Zoladie chuckled. Yes, teenagers didnt have a history of having good relati
CaraThe tattoo on my arm itched like a fresh rash. The cause was that I was five feet apart from the woman who marked me with it.Zoladie had had the power to put a mark on me even without touching. Shed done it through Liza. Using whatever sort of spell, she had placed a mark on Liza and the mark had transferred itself onto my wrist the second I had touched my friend. That sort of power scared me down to my core.This womans capabilities were endless and unimaginable.My mind spun with different scenarios, ideas of what was going to happen next, each worse that the last. Damn, my creativity. My father had been right about those horror movies. Now I could imagine a thousand different ways in which this woman could end all our lives.However, I did not understand why we were here and she was there, well within each others grasps and she had not done anything to us.It gave me reason to doubt that it was truly her but I knew. From the way my chest ached under her gaze, I was sure as a
CaraHoping to blend in as only a servant in the castle, I wore a stark white dress that revealed much of my back but was designed in a way that my neck was concealed. The dress was supposed to hide the nape of my neck where a dark insignia signifying my clan should have been. The sleeves were long and covered up my wrists where I should have born a mark showing that I was a serving maid.I carried along with me, a dark hood that I would wear once we left the castle.I strutted down the wide hall and stopped at the edge of a staircase where I would meet Merideth. After a short wait, I saw her approaching. She carried with her, a wicker basket in which she would keep the things she was going to buy."You look nice," she said."Thanks. And I'll be sure to return you dress," I replied, running my palms over the cloth's soft surface."It is not mine...I'm not a serving maid so I don't have to wear it." Merideth's work in the castle was basically acting as an assistant to the Court Physici
Jasper"Yes, definitely," Cara said. Even from a distance, the cheer in her voice was clear as a crystal. Urging the bushes away with my hand, I stared at Merideth. Her eyes shone brightly under the yellow sun, her auburn locks moving easily with the zephyr.A true vision.A bright smile played own the healer's plump lips causing a rush of desire to flow through me. My desire fought against shame as I thought of how manner less I had been acting recently. Hiding behind shrubs I order to spy on women was a whole new low for me, but what was I to do, I was, as they say,' whipped'. The American doctor had me on my knees, literally.She had not spoken to me in weeks. The woman just would not give me the time of day as difficult as it was to admit, it was killing me.You mustn't succumb to this...not again , I told myself, determined that my heart would never be broken again. Having lost someone once, I didn't want it again, especially with a human. Come on, she was so fragile, truly tempo
IvanThe wind hit my face with impeccable force but I did not falter. My form wound between the trees at a high velocity as I relied on only my powerful God-given vision to see.My target's white shawl blew through the air as she ran faster and faster attempting to get away. The tired moans of my warriors decreased in volume behind me until they were silent. That was how I knew they were death. More victims claimed by the merciless sorceress. But they were only a decimal of the throngs of people that had fallen at her hands."Ivy..." came her taunting voice again. And the white shawl disappeared. " Catch me...if you can."She continued to mock and taunt me, ridiculing my every move. She was there, until you tried to grasp her, then she evaporated in your hold. It was like chasing the wind. You knew it was there but you'd never catch it.Her shriek-y laugh boomed through the woods and I felt the snow begin to melt under my feet. The white substance resumed to fall from the sky, coating
CaraApparently, the castle had no proper cell signal. Brienne had informed me that the country had a large invisible dome around it that prevented interference from the outside world. The dome also messed with most satellite signals. Hence, I had no way what-so-ever of communicating with my father.My separation from the outside world left me wandering around. Again and again, I found myself at the castle's humongous library.I entered through the only door and walked past the front desk. Contrary to the common stereotype, the librarian was not an elderly, four-eyed, gray-haired woman. In the woman's place sat a tall, lean man with black rimmed spectacles.He caught me staring, his piercing gaze slowing my feet into a sudden halt."May I help you?" He raised his jet black, well-trimmed eyebrows questioningly. His eyes raked me from shoes to hair and I could not resist the temptation to look down too.He gazed fixedly at my pale blue three-quarter length dress and flat, brown sandals.
CAUTION : mature content ahead. If you are easily offended by such, kindly skip over the scene.KogoMy feet tapped against the stone floors as I waited impatiently outside Keith's chambers. It was known that he and his wife kept a few energy stones with them and if my plan was going to work I needed a stone.Still I had no idea how I would do this. I couldn't just barge in and demand that he give me a stone , I did not have a stone carrying permit. Operating and handling an energy stone required licensing these days, since the amendment of the laws due to Zoladie's recent terror in our land. As a result, all witches were charged to hand in there stones for 'safekeeping'. My only hope now was to steal it.Steal it , I decided inwardly. It would not be an issue, I had done this a few times in my youth. When I was younger, my friends and I had enjoyed stealing strong elixirs and potions from the shops in the town.The tall heavy doors burst open all of a sudden. There stood Keith, dress