With Kami now in control of Belladonna's body, she led her mother to a hidden passage in the wall of her room that led to the roof. At first, Tamina had been very confused, but soon enough she was able to understand what was going on, and as any person would wish in that situation, she wished she could spend longer time with her daughter. They spent heartfelt moments together, talking about how they had missed each other and how they wanted each other to be happy. Kami made her mother promise her that she would tell her father and her brothers to be happy too. They talked about a lot of things, her brothers and their families. For the things she had missed out on, her mother did well to fill her in. Then they danced to the rhythm of the piano that floated to their ears from downstairs, as the gentle breeze carried it around them."Mother," she said with tears in her eyes and a real smile on her face. "What, Kami?""I must leave now." Her action was jerky and when she snapped her
Alaris had sat at the edge of the bed, planting his arms behind him to support his weight, it almost looked like there wasn't a single thought behind his eyes as he looked at her bored, as if he was tired of her always doing this. "She isn't a bride, her soul wasn't prepared like the others. She can't have such privilege or she would have used it." "But---""The witch is not stupid, Nightshade. She would have used it." "Well--""Come on," he rose, cupping her head in the palms of his warm hands, "No one resurrects from a dragon's flames. The witch is gone, you have nothing to fear. If she could have that opportunity, she would have used it.""My fear is not unreasonable," Belladonna stated, looking up at him. He hummed, with a little shrug and a smile played on his lips. "Well, since one of your ghosty friends has tried to possess your minds, I think the rest will try to do the same. We must find a way to block it. Make your mind strong, mortal." He ended, flicking his finger aga
The window broke and Alaris slipped into her mind, effortlessly through the space. The images of a drowning child flashed in her mind, it felt like a memory that wasn't even hers.It was all so fast. "Is she awake? Is she--am I late---" the voice made her snap back to herself and she pulled away from Alaris immediately. Her gaze snapped to the door of the study to see Eli looking at them... at her with the most hurtful look in his brown eyes.His chest was rising and falling, it seemed like he had ran here."Donna---? I," his expression became guarded as he looked from Alaris to her. With a surrender and a hardened look, he said, "Excuse me."Belladonna took in a breath she didn't know she was holding when Eli left the door, she could hear his boot hit the floor of the hallway as he turned away. Instinctively, she headed to the door to go after him.This made no sense. The kiss was a mistake, one she didn't willingly partake in, and she owed Eli nothing yet she felt like she had to
Alaris had flown them to a field, and the scenery helped Belladonna calm down.This time around, their lessons did not involve any intimate form of distraction which Belladonna was very grateful for. After many hours of strenuous training, she could keep him out of her mind to some extent, using Eli's letters as a focus or anything about Eli she could remember at the moment of the lesson. She would have to find another source of focus soon enough though, it just couldn't be Eli, the man who she was trying to get away from and figure out her feelings for. It was disappointing that she couldn't fully keep Alaris from breaking into the barriers of her mind yet. That only meant that she would have to spend more time training with him. That was against her plan. She had thought of taking off the bracelet, suspecting that it was contributing to Alaris' easy access but the ghosts also had a close connection to her, and taking off the bracelet would not help her training.The sun was set
Besides, what was so funny for her to laugh like that all over him?Was this jealousy? Probably, it was. It was misplaced though, so she decided to ignore it. If she had been able to work out her feelings she probably wouldn't even feel this way right now. But ignoring it was an impossible task. It became even harder to ignore when it was time to go into the house and Eli had to help her because Jazliy - as Eli had called her- was too drunk to walk on her feet. She was falling all over him, giggling and laughing loudly, like they were friends who had known each other for many years. They knew each other's names and they appeared close.It was a sight that burnt Belladonna's eyes.________The Trade Feast began the next day. The Trade Feast was a competition in which any family who came first was to be crowned the Conqueror of the Trade Feast and awarded gifts by the end of the Feast.Today, the judging criteria was the family with the most sale. Many of the villagers of Kaytegu
The word blurted right out of her mouth like hot coal that she was trying to get rid of. "No!"It was the truth, but why was she feeling regret over saying it? Jazliy let out a sigh of relief. Although some people had told her already that Belladonna had arrived with the King and the way he had left, it had seemed like they were together, she just had to be certain the one she had her eyes on wasn't encumbered with her, in that sense."Such a relief," she placed her hand on her chest, then gave into a dramatic display. "He is the most handsome man I have ever laid my eyes upon. He is huge, strong, and his arms... oh! How does it feel to be with supernatural beings? Don't tell me, I will find out myself! I have warned everyone else to keep off, for he is mine." She emphasized with her hands. "They are awestruck by him, but they maintain their distance." She nodded, like she had done something she was proud of as Belladonna killed her in a thousand and one ways in her head. "Then yo
The room Belladonna had been assigned when she got here was just as empty as she had left it this morning --- not that it would make sense for anyone else to be here.A sigh of relief slipped past her lips as her hands unrolled the rolled-up sleeves of her green knee-length gown - she had done it that way earlier for the ease of the crafting of those custom goods for the sale at the Trade Feast. She struck a match and lit a candle; although she preferred the darkness for what she was about to do, she just had to ensure that she was absolutely alone and the doors were locked and the windows were shut. Then she put off the candle and got rid of her dress. Laying on the puff-up straw-woven mat she had prepared before leaving in the morning, she closed her eyes as she allowed her mind to run wild with lustful images. Her fingers skimmed lightly over her exposed thigh. Up and down, up and down, and again. Butterflies fluttered in the depths of her stomach at the sensual touch, her cor
"Is there a problem? You left. You didn't eat. You left earlier too. Are you alright, Bella?"Those words would have been so much better if they were coming from someone else, although the one who stood in front of her was still very unexpected. Belladonna settled the lantern on the floor, far away from the mat. Jazliy seemed to be everywhere. It was very annoying.Belladonna couldn't help but wonder how Jazliy had gotten here so fast. She had still been in the dining room when she had left. Was there a shortcut to this section of the family compound that she didn't know about? There probably was. How had she gotten into the room anyway?"I climbed in through the window. I climb a lot, the walls are low." Jazliy shrugged, although she didn't look entirely proud of at she had done. "Sorry.""It is alright. Just don't do this again." Belladonna said, settling on the mat with a huff. "I am alright, you don't have to worry about me. Goodnight."Could she just leave already?!"Goodnigh
Her stomach rumbled, but it was quiet, and for the sake of her dignity, she hoped that he hadn't heard it. “You don't need the sun, you need food; I know a place.”“Get out of my sun.”“I’ll take you there.” Quickly she was on her feet, his arm along her waist to keep her stable. “Are you even listening or are you just deliberately ignoring me?”“Deliberately ignoring you.” “What? I expect the elderly to behave with more sense,” she jabbed, annoyed with his interference. “There are no elderly here.”In a flash, he is with Arlo. Then before she could tell, they were before a table that must have been prepared for them only moments ago. She was dizzy from the speed but the lovely aroma in the air could not be mistaken; there was food here. She felt Ikrus push her into a chair and she took her seat, blinking to regain her stability and clear vision. When she finally did, she looked around. They were in a kind of glass room with flowers on the ceiling. The table before her was smal
She cleared her throat, changing the topic. “Is my age a problem for you, Ikrus?”He sucked in a deep breath, looking away, still thinking about why he had brought her and Arlo here - still trying to figure out his thoughts. “No. I was merely surprised, that is all.” “I’m not bothered either.” She leaned closer to him, a hair’s breadth between them, catching him off guard with her action. “Don’t worry,” she skimmed her fingers over his hair and he stilled, forcing himself not to move as more of her fragrance consumed his air. “I have always fancied old men.”What?!Old men?!Old men where?!“I’m not old,” he said, clearly offended. “You are thirty-two,” she said as she lay down and closed her eyes. “Exactly. I am not old.”She felt his shadow over her and she sighed, wanting the warmth of the sun on her skin once again. “You are thirty-two… and blocking the sun.”“That is not old at all.” He sounded like he was losing his mind, but his voice was leveled. She shrugged nonchalantly
She turned to him sharply, wheels turning dangerously in her head already to come up with a lie, her lungs clogging with fear, only for her to discover that he wasn't looking at her but at someone else. “Look! Arlo is walking!” He declared in hushed excitement. Aniya rolled her eyes, taking a deep breath of relief, tucking away the poison bottle. He didn't catch her, she could still kill him. “Arlo can walk.”“For long distances like that?” He turned to her, surprised. “Yes.”“Oh.”“In fact, we must redesign the room to accommodate him. He keeps on trying to pull things down.”Ikrus frowned. In a flash, he was holding Arlo who was strongly protesting against being held. He certainly wanted to play on the ground. “How old is the little one?”“Arlo,” she said, emphasizing his name, subtly ensuring that he wouldn't call him “little one” again, “will be two soon.”Ikrus nodded, taking the information in as he easily moved Arlo from one hand to another in his struggle to get down. “H
Aniya told her about the strange lily she found in her coin bag while telling her how she had come by it, although leaving out part of the poison, while watching to see if the witch had told Oana about what she was searching for. It didn't seem like the witch told her anything. “I have seen something like that in my room before,” Aniya said. “I’m scared of what it means and I am afraid—” she looked over to Arlo for the umpteenth time, “of harm coming to Arlo or me.” Oana was very concerned and she said she would tell the Alpha and Luna about it so that they could give orders for the Pack House to be thoroughly searched. Then Aniya asked, “What about last night? Why did the sun suddenly come up and merge with the moon?” She rushed to the window. “Everything seems normal now.”“Elder Superior said it was a result of something that happened in another realm. It is none of our concern; our Realm stays unaffected, and all the portals remain sealed.” Aniya panicked.Another realm? Wha
That night, after they had both eaten, Alaris took Belladonna to a nearby river, where a burning incense was placed on a leaf pad to float away. “It is to let go of the past and begin anew,” he has explained. It was something that helped Belladonna even though she hadn't known she needed it. Her heart felt lighter and with a more positive perspective, she left the river bank.The Belarion Rebellion and the rest of the Cave had fully returned now. Shortly after, Belladonna and Alaris started trying to create the army. They were once again under an open sky. Nyka watched from a distance, just like every one of the dragon people had been advised to do. Her father was right next to her, he wasn't supposed to be here. He was still injured from the torture he had received from the White King’s warriors that had captured him but he was terrified that if he as much took a step from her, the Heir would seize her and kill her. “What do I do?” Belladonna asked, trying to shake off the press
[LYCANS’ REALM]The coins vibrated on the floor, clanking as they added to the slight trembling she could feel around her. Aniya’s heart jumped. Quickly, she dashed to her bed and grabbed Arlo, taking him swiftly into her arms. She could hear a bell ringing from a distance. Voices of terrified people seeping into the air, even with her ordinary human hearing, the building chaos felt loud to her.What was going on? Before she could make it out of the room, though, she felt someone sweep her away, and in a flash, she was in an enclosed space, an arm around her, so that she held Arlo between them. She knew it was Ikrus; with such speed and the feeling of momentarily ease that went through her, it could be no one else. She hated the Matebond for many things but for this little ease that she could feel right now, she appreciated it a little. Even if this relief was a lie that everything was alright, it was better than the sheer terror she had been experiencing.The rumbling continued,
Finally, they were under an open sky.The Moon was full in its glory above them. “It is a perfect night,” Ny'ka said before intertwining her with Belladonna's.“Close your eyes.”She obeyed. “Think of the Bearer, of her grave, of her presence, and connect with her.”The Bearer. Belladonna allowed her mind to roam, remembering the silver-haired woman she would always dream about. She had never seen her face so there was no way she could see that. The image was blurry and soon it was nothing but darkness. “Open the windows, open the door,” she could hear Alaris' voice. Then she remembered her way of sealing the windows and the doors of her mind. So many things were happening in her mind. She could see the path to the castle, down to that room, to that sarcophagus, Then she was back in that room again - with the windows sealed and the doors locked.There was a white beam outside the window and a woman with long silver hair that shadowed her face.“Open the doors and the windows!”
“Don't kill me please, I believe now. You are the Heir, you are the savior. I see it.” Ny'ka begged. They were in one of the underground rooms, away from the people of the Belarion Rebellion and those of the Cave. This was something Alaris didn't want many to know about.“Please, take my life instead and spare my daughter,” Leader Tyrek begged. He knew what crimes Nyka had committed, the Priest told him everything.“You tried to kill me,” Alaris said to Ny'ka who was still on her knees, begging, tears running down her cheeks.“It was a mistake. It won't happen again.”Alaris smiled. “It won't.”He held her wrist and pulled her up, but while he did that, he crushed her bones, and pressing his flames into her skin, he healed her, just like he had seen it happen with Nightshade and that stranger in the Castle during their escape.It was an excruciating moment for Ny'ka and it didn't help that he did it again and again and again…By the time he was done, she was back on her knees, breat
The moment the ambush came upon them, some guards had taken Ny'ka and discreetly escaped from the scene. They were headed to the White King’s Castle to be highly rewarded for bringing to him the daughter of the leader of the revolution against him. They were supposed to take Leader Tyrek along too, but it seemed the guards who had him in captivity had been attacked. There would be much to tell the King upon getting to the castle. While they silently snuck away, Ny'ka found a way to free herself from the bondage and attacked them. She would rather die than have them take her alive; it was looking like that was the only option for her until she felt she had until Alaris' showed up. He descended from the sky with his massive leathery wings and he saved her; he killed the guards and swept her up into the air in his arms. In that moment, she saw what the others saw in him. A saviour.In that moment, something changed. “You saved me,” she said, the wind almost stealing her words away