POP! Two people apparate in the middle of the night at the gates of the temple. Aryan and Polina study the temple of Ghi’or which is standing majestically, the peak on it twinkling under the dim moonlight. “The spells are too powerful,” Aryan murmurs. “But something is strange.” “What is stranger than the spells?” Polina frowns. “There are no guards.” Polina reflects on his words and realizes that Aryan is right; there are no guards. The temple is supposed to be shrouded in secrecy and mystique. Surely, there should have been protectors or guards around it and yet, there is no one. Aryan sniffs the air. “I smell…death,” he whispers. “People have died here, recently as well. I can smell blood which has been wiped. I can feel their souls under my feet…” Polina shudders at the thought. Aryan can sense death in a way others cannot. As a vampire who lives on the blood of the dead, he knows when a person is dying or dead. He can even tell the time of death. “The monks,” Polina gasp
Anna…Anna…His mind is crying out for her but she is nowhere near. He keeps on holding on to his last shred of hope as if he will hear her voice again. Yet, there is nothing. Her voice is gone. The last thing he remembers is her lifeless body being carried away by the Dark One.“Is…alright…”“Can…hear…”Two people seem to be talking but he cannot make out their voices. His mind is a blur and the only thing he can think of is Anna.“Wake…up…Prince…”Lavi slowly opens his eyes. The faces of people appear in front of him, a man and a woman. The man has silver eyes and his sleek hair is tied in a neat bun. The woman has strawberry blonde hair and she is slightly more muscular than average women. Both of them are looking at him with worried expressions.“Your Highness, are you alright?” The woman asks him. Lavi slowly sits up as he recognizes the woman.“You…” he begins. “I know you. I saw you at the coronation of the Ezealyran Emperor a few months back! You are the personal guard of the Em
Erik Jokovich puts down his book and sighs. The fire is blazing in the fireplace, lighting the otherwise dim house. His sad gaze falls on the portrait of a dark haired woman in her late teens, smiling brightly. Every time he thinks about his daughter, his heart swells up. What happened to her should not happen to someone else.Lavi Costa will pay for this, he thinks bitterly. Yana…my sweet little girl.He clutches the picture close to his heart, silently weeping for his daughter. The fire of revenge is still burning within him and now that he successfully managed to take down Lavi, the fire is starting to ebb.WHOOSH!Erik is startled by the sudden gust of wind. A window has burst open and the cold wind is making him shiver. He stands up to close the window.“Bloody hell!” He murmurs as he shuts the window close. He turns to leave when there is a loud crack and the window bursts open again.“What in the world?” Erik closes the window again, grumbling to himself.“Hello, Erik.”“AHHHH
Anna frowns at the child. She cannot recognize her but the voice sounds familiar as if they have met before. Cassie, on the other hand, is delighted to meet Anna once again. “Anna, you came!” Cassie gleefully says. “I knew it!” “Who are you?” Anna frowns. The girl is in the cell opposite to her but she does not look scared at all. “I am Cassie!” Cassie exclaims. “Cassandra.” Cassandra…It hits Anna. “You are the girl from the market in Faika!” She gasps. “But how did you end up here?” “I’m where I should be,” Cassie simply says. She sits cross legged, studying Anna with interest. “It seems that the Dark One has chosen you for the sacrifice,” she goes on. “Makes sense. You are the threat to his rule, after all.” “Sacrifice?” “Mhmm,” Cassie nods. “To awaken the Gods, the Dark One has to pay a tribute to the gatekeeper of Veneer. Otherwise, the Gods will not awaken. If the Gods rise, the Dragon will die.” Anna is alarmed. “The Dragon will die?” She echoes. “What do you mean?”
*One day ago in Soloma*Lavi and Anna blink at each other in surprise. Nine is sitting in front of the fire, her eyes unfocused as she shares everything she knows about the Black Jacks. They are sitting in the middle of the forest, resting. “Moira’s body?” Lavi questions her. “Her real body? How is that possible?”“It is,” Nine says. “Moira is a witch and a very powerful one at that. She conducted a body switching spell. The day she entered the castle, she realized that Phillippe’s real mate was one of her own maids. The maid sensed it and so did the Emperor but before he could meet her, she ran away. Phillippe was betrothed to the heir of the Morales family. A mere maid can’t be his Empress!”“So she went to tell her mistress,” she goes on. “Before Phillippe could find her, Moira cast a spell and switched her body with that of the maid and put the latter into a deep sleep.”“Where is her body?” Lavi demands.“With Two,” Nine reveals. “He’s hiding her real body.”“How come I do not k
*Meanwhile in Pir*Damien and his pack arrive at the forest of Pir with Nine in tow. She stares at the darkness ahead, wondering if she can do this.“Lead the way, fae!” Damien snarls at her. Nine gives him a hard look.“You’re saying that word as if my kind is filthy,” she says in a cold tone. “I’m a fae, not a piece of trash!”“I will address you however I please!” Damien snaps at her but her look of grief and sadness is tormenting him. He wants to hurt her, make her wish for death so that he can reject her. But his own heart is being crushed under the burden of the insults. She is strong, very strong. Even though his words are hurting her, she keeps up with it in dignity. Damien cannot help but be attracted to her and he hates himself for it. She has taken over his mind in only a few days and he is trying to push her away from him. Nine knows his dilemma very well but she takes a deep breath.“Call me Nine,” she says. “Not a ‘fae’. I’m Nine. That’s my identity now.”She raises he
*In Faikan Castle*Phillippe and Moira are stunned by Lavi’s appearance. Lavi is glaring at Moira with hatred, wanting to rip her apart to pieces. Phillippe turns to his guards and shouts, “GET HIM!”The guards run towards Lavi but he raises his hands and bright flames erupt from it. He blasts the incoming guards with his fiery powers. Leo puts Roseanne down and unsheathes his sword.“Stop them from harming the Crown Prince!” He orders. His men charge forward, much to Phillippe’s shock, and attack the Faikan guards. The guards are temporarily confused as their allies take them by surprise and Leo’s men quickly disarm them. Lavi’s flames knock out several of them and several more Ezealyran men barge through the gates to surround the castle. Lavi shoots more flames at incoming guards.“AHHHHH!” The guards scream as the fire hits them, rendering them unconscious. Lavi raises his hands and aims at his mortal enemy. The flames burst towards Moira but Phillippe pushes her out of the way. H
Cassandra looks outside her cell. A large moon is looming in the sky, not quite yet full but very daunting. Only a few more days and it will be full. Once the full moon appears, Veneer will become a battlefield. Several premonitions have been flashing in her mind all throughout the day but she keeps them at bay.“What are you thinking?” Anna’s voice breaks her reverie.“I am thinking about the impending sacrifice,” Cassandra sighs. “The Gatekeeper is becoming restless.”“Gatekeeper?” Anna frowns. “Mhmm.”Cassandra turns towards her cell. “The Gods aren’t just sealed, ya know,” she explains. “There’s a gatekeeper who’s keeping them at bay. The Gatekeeper is a God himself, cursed with the duty to keep his kins at bay. He was once the God of Dimensions, the one who traveled all throughout the world to seek out enemies using his parallel paths. He can open several dimensions and sneak up on people to kill them. When the Gods were defeated, the Moon Goddess bound him to Veneer to protect