Belladonna sprung awake, sweat running down her forehead, an unpleasant feeling spreading through her veins, tightening her stomach.Eli. Something bad had happened to him. It wasn't something she had seen or something she had heard, it was something she could just feel in the depths of her stomach. It was a knot that twisted unpleasantly there and made her hands tremble as she flung her quilt aside and pulled her robe around her. She quickly headed out of the room, forgetting to bring the gem with her.Panic coursed through her veins and she jumped in her skin when she came across a man in the darkness of the hallway. Raindrops hung to the strands of his silver, his black leather glistering with it. The storm outside raged on. Thunder clapped and lightning flashed, then she saw his face, dripping with raindrops, his wet hair tucked behind his ears, a few strands falling over his forehead.Relief eased the stiffness in her shoulders."Alaris, I think something---" she started to s
Ever since Anok had been brought into Granny's hovel, Nadia had been getting better. Tremendously, in fact. It had been five days and Nadia was already out of her bed, moving around the hovel and stealing glances at Anok at any given opportunity.Just like she was doing right now. Nadia had lost count of the water droplets that rolled down Anok's bronze skin, as he swam slowly around in the river. Instead, she had gotten lost in the way his muscles moved under the ray of the sun, and allowed herself to fantasize about how he would feel against her.Warm.Wet. It would be perfect. These days, all she could think about was him. It was as if she had gotten better just because they were made to be together, she hadn't died because she was meant to be his, and her death would have left his life so devastatingly imperfect. The rippling of the water floated to her ears, and she imagined what might happen if she would just become bold enough to take off her heavy gown and join him in th
Meeting with the witches that Seb had brought to the Capital had been unproductive for Belladonna. None of them could help her get rid of the magic. She had dabbled into the idea of them teaching her how to control it, but they couldn't do that either. Her powers were strange to them, and restless within her. The spirits of the ghost brides that came with this "curse", didn't make it easy at all. She could still hear their voices becoming louder and louder if there was too much distance between her and Alaris's gem or him. This curse kept her movement limited to the castle, and all her plans of visiting those villages with those stupid customs had to be delayed. She had submitted some scrolls regarding the matter to Alaris though, and although they weren't talking, she hoped he would look through them and do what was necessary to be done. While she was stuck in the castle, she had received a letter from Lytio telling her about her Father's death and Aniya's condition. He said she
"Did you cut this out of the gem?""It was nothing." He shrugged. He was lying.That must have been really painful, there were certainly consequences for that. It wasn't every day he was ripping out his soul and making bracelets for people out of it. "What do you want?" she whispered.The room fell into silence. "Is this about the Life Gem? You want me to find it for you, right? Stop confusing me.""Well," he stood up slowly. "I didn't want to bother you with this before, but the witches couldn't extract the link you share with the Bearer of the gem, for me to own."A chill ran down Belladonna's spine. No wonder he had been very interested in helping her find those witches.There was a time she had almost tricked herself into thinking he did that because he considered them as friends.How ridiculous."You told them about the gems?""I told them to extract every unnatural link you had."Belladonna frowned, taking a step forward. "So you were going to own Kestra's powers too, if it
That woman who had been crying for help in the forest was the King's Right-hand woman. Didn't they say she was dead? That her body was set ablaze with the dragon's flames?She had seen a ghost!"Are you alright, Nadia?" Her Granny had asked and she had lied. "Yes, Granny. I just got a little distracted in the woods. I'm sorry for coming back so late, it won't happen again."How was she supposed to tell her Granny that she had gone past the boundary, and straight into that part of the forest she had warned her never to go to? Not just that, she had also seen exactly what she had told her she would see if she crossed the boundary. A troubled spirit. The words the ghost had said still haunted her. It was almost as if she could still feel those cold fingertips, the dread, and the chill that ran down her spine at the unwanted touch. She had sprinted away from her, and the ghost had followed, claiming that she was her daughter. Nadia had barely been able to escape. Even now, she could
"Troubled spirits are very desperate and they will cook up any lie to get you to be on their side." Granny had said those years ago when she had told her to stay away from the boundary. "If you are not strong enough. You won't be able to resist them. It is safer to never cross paths with a Troubled Spirit, than to hope to escape their tactics. Do you hear me, sweet child?"Nadia sighed, looking into the mirror, and observing the dark circles around her eyes. This was the second time she was having the nightmare, the second night after her encounter with the ghost. Ever since then, she had no peace. The words of the ghost were haunting her. Even as she stood in the bathroom, wide awake and in front of a mirror. These words just kept finding her. Her fingers parted her red hair and she stared at the silver root through the mirror.*"My daughter has the most beautiful silver hair. You do too, you are her, I saw it."*As much as Nadia wanted to ignore those words though, she couldn't
Granny continued her narration.A witch had been in labour and she had brought her to her cottage to help her birth her child, but her touch had killed the baby seconds after she had been born. So, the witch had left. That child was Nadia. After the witch had gone though, the child woke up, but instead of seeking out the witch, Granny had been consumed with love for the baby, she couldn't let her go. So, she took the child as her own. "You kept me from my mother." Nadia was angry now, and she didn't try to hide it from her voice.This woman wasn't the Granny she knew. This woman in front of her was a stranger."I kept you from a life of pain and suffering." She said, her eyes filled with desperation. "I gave you everything.""Except what I really wanted."She knew she had always wanted to meet her real parents, it wasn't a secret she hid from her."I did what I thought was best for you."The room suddenly felt so small. So suffocating."Why would you think keeping a child from her
Kenji had been outside the door when Nadia ran past him. He tried to stop her but she had held her hand up, signifying that she didn't want to be interfered with.It was unlike Nadia to be like that. She was usually shy and happy. Maybe she had finally realized that his brother didn't have eyes for her. Ah, those midnight thoughts could be ready disturbing and eye-opening at times. She would heal. He was worried though, that something might happen to her in the forest she had ran into, although she had a lantern with her. But no one knew this place more than Nadia, aside from Granny. She would be able to take care of herself. If she stayed too long though, he would go after her and check if she was alright.The door creaked open and Taria stepped out. Kenji laughed, looking at Taria's disheveled state. It looked like she had pulled at her hair in her sleep, her eyes were red with the lack of it though. "Are you going to run too?""What?" Her voice sounded hoarse, more like she
“What is this?” Ny'ka asked, racing up to her feet.“The Stones of Prophecy. I already told you,” Ka'el replied, rising to his feet too. He groaned a little, his ribs hurting from the force that had tossed him aside.The stones had suddenly fallen to the ground, scattered; they were still glowing though. “I mean, what do they do?“I don't know!” There was a bit of panic in his voice, then he started to mumble to himself as he fell on his knees and started trying to collect the stones. “The King believes his daughter is in the Rebellion, and there are rumors of the Heir; he thinks they are working together.” He stopped and stared up at Ny'ka who watched him with a frown on her face. “That is why the Moon and the Sun came up in the sky because she is really here? But you said it didn't happen here, that it was from another Realm. It is from another realm, right? It isn’t true, Is it?”Ny'ka tried to grab one of the stones from Ka'el but it held it away from her. “Is his daughter truly
Then she felt like she was drowning and her words vanished from her lips. It felt like she was right in the lake and above it at the same time, hovering over the water and looking at the drowning child, while the drowning child looked back at her, struggling. Then she was finally in the baby and she could see Xinora floating over her as she felt herself dying in the baby — felt the baby dying. She saw Xinora stare right at her mother, who froze immediately like she had seen a ghost - it was what she looked like anyway, what she seemed to be. Then Belladonna felt the presence slam right into her immediately. Xinora had vanished and was now inside her as one being, the moment of her almost death creating the perfect space for Xinora to fit in. But just as Xinora had merged into her, she dissolved into the back of her mind like a mere pest fighting against a strong host. Her mother pulled her out of the water, her gaze blank and cold. Without a word, she wrapped her in a piece of clo
Trigger warning: Dealing with rape aftermath (from victim’s perspective) on page, and baby drowning on page. _________Belladonna paced the room. Two nights have passed since Alaris and her had discussed about Xinora. The Rebellion was healing, and she had sought out Ny'ka to help her with creating portals; although she knew that it might not work, just as it hadn't been working, but that was just how unpromising Channeling had been, and it had worked eventually. That wasn't the problem though. The thing was that Ny'ka was nowhere to be found. It didn't take long for her to figure out where she was.She was with Ka'el, most likely inquiring about their recent failure.Alaris had confirmed her suspicion, and here she was, in the room, trying not to drive herself mad with every single possibility that was crossing her mind.The Priest had drawn a tattoo on the top part of her chest, a little distance from her neck. He had smeared it with the blood of an animal, chanted some things th
Ny'ka went to Ka'el that night as the Heir had ordered, only to find out that he was with someone. Tsiri?What?What was she doing here? Why was she here? How long has she known about Ka'el? How did she get here?Why was she here?By Ina, what had she told him?!The White glow of the crescent moon above glimmered down on them through the shadows of the scanty leaves of the tall trees around them. The smile on Tsiri’s face was plain for Ny'ka to see, just as obvious as the doubt that dotted Ka’el’s eyes. What had she told him?!“Is it true?” Ka'el asked, his fist tightening around the small bag he had in his hand. She wondered what was in that bag but his next words made her aware of the greater problem she had before her. “Are you just fooling me?” He asked as his free hand anchored around Tsiri’s waist, making her smile widen. Disappointment flashed in Ny'ka's eyes and she frowned, blatantly ignoring Tsiri. “Fooling you? What nonsense are you talking about? And why are you with o
“Nightshade, do you have any memories of Jyris?”He was crouching in front of her. This room suddenly felt too small. Where was the air of ease?“No, except that he healed my ankle, gave me that gold ring that you tossed away and he was at the table with the King. Nothing else. I’m trying to but I don't remember anything else.” She wouldn't tell him about the strange feeling of familiarity she had when she had first seen him. That would be too dangerous. “You were in her dreams even when you weren't in captivity. So can you just go into people's dreams? Can you still do that?”“No. Her dream was the only one I could get into without being in captivity. But My freedom does come at a price. It was hard to lure the brides with my soul, and certainly, I prefer this freedom to that.”“Did killing her hurt you? Since the gems are supposed to be a pair.”“I struck her stomach.”“Why didn't you strike her in the heart or behead?”“I wanted to behead her and take her heart as my own; a litt
He heaved a sigh and sat next to her. “Well, it was after being King. I think the wars I had fought strengthened the connection with my gem; the lives I had taken fed it, and I dreamt of Xinora — well, she dreamt of me. It was the first time I would be in anyone's dreams.”Belladonna nodded, taking a mental note of that. “She was crying and lonely, and because the Gem perceived its master to be distressed, it sought a connection and found me. Xinora was terrified when we met; I was confused, too; it was strange. But then, I realized who she was and why I was there. At that time, I really wanted to come back here, to Vestros, but I knew it wasn’t time, I wasn't powerful enough back then.” He paused, before he continued. “The White King would kill me easily, but being in her dreams was like fate being on my side. She was the only weapon that could be used to kill me—”The only weapon?“Wait. Only a Bearer can kill a Bearer?”“Yes.” “So,” she turned to him squarely so she wouldn't mi
“And you didn't tell me? Why?”“It was over two centuries ago.” He stood up. “She stayed dead during those times, why would I think anything would come out of her now?”Belladonna said nothing and Alaris continued. “With you, I believed she had already been replaced. A new Master, her time was over, gone. The gems will always have their masters, I have discovered. At first, I was worried, but then you proved to be more than one with a mere link.”“I had visions of her. I told you everything.”He shrugged. “I thought it was just her lingering presence since she was the one who was connected to the gem before you. They are just mere visions, they don't suggest a powerful presence to get bothered about.”“You must be joking,” she stated, flabbergasted. “I had dreams of her every time and nothing ever really happened as a result,” he replied with a dismissive tone.“You know that is not true.”“Nothing “real” ever really happened.”With a realization, she stood up. “You are doing it aga
It felt compelling to desire more, it felt right… yet it didn't.Alaris pulled away being the first one to snap back from the spark pulling them together. “I’m sorry, I shouldn't have done that.” He was gone in a flash, leaving her flustered. She couldn't think; the foreign and overpowering feeling was a driving force that sent her out of the room to go after him. She did, reaching the surface, however, and feeling the warm glow of the moon on her skin. Something else seemed to have possessed her, and she went towards the lake instead, strangely seeking the comforting feeling of the water and the floating relief. The reflection of the full moon was cast over the still water and the trees seemed to create a path for her. She walked into the water as a shadow warrior emerged from behind her; the only one of Alaris' shadow warriors that wasn't killed. It swiftly moved into the water, reaching out to pull her back but she turned sharply to it. “Go Back!” She ordered, her voice a gr
Breathing heavily, he turned back to her. “I’m sorry— I just— I was afraid that you’ll shift—”“I have been terrified that this day would come but I thought I was stronger, as strong as I was in your Realm. I knew I would be lacking the moment I saw that annoying thing healing your ankle with his flames,” he laughed, the sound dry of humour as he swept his hand over his hair, pushing it back. “At that moment, I knew there were many things that I lacked, many skills, so many things. I might have been a King there but here, I am like a child. I’m not better than any of those dragon shifters. I’m useless.” “You are not.”With a huff, he sat down next to her, feeling exhausted. “My pretense to know what I am doing can no longer save me. I’m fighting a lost war, Nightshade and you can see it.”He turned to her, to find her shaking her head. “Don't lie to me.”“I’m not.”“Alaris—”“Don't try to inspire me, it won't work.” “I wasn't trying to inspire you, I just want to tell you how disap