The next morning. Leon's boat was an old-timer, a master of the deep. The ancient planks conserved the scent of the fish even after a storm. Yet, she sounded like a lake worthy enough to bring them to their destination. They carried the two unconscious individuals and left the mares to one of Leon's friends.
A strong sense of serenity overcame them and Anna gazed in excitement at the expanse of blue that lay before her. The Fading nights were gone and a ray of lights danced delicately across the water, birthed from the morning sun that both hindered her sight and made the view even more beautiful. Leon summons his power to make them cross fast and smooth. But it would take them a couple of days to arrive at the Witchland.
A day flew by, David gazed at the lake, hidden in the view's pleasantness. His eyes are steady to the horizon, face aglow with the last ora
A moment later a single line of terrified witches and troll hobbled awkwardly out from behind the table with their hands held high above their heads and their knees bent."It's ok I'm alright, I'm not in actual danger right now. I can't be killed, not by them if I draw on my fire they can't hurt me, I just have to make sure I don't show off what I can do in public." Anna talked to herself as the fear and the warm feelings started running through her veins. Her vision blurred again. Terrified that somehow one of them would attack her while she was unprotected. Where the hell was David when she needed him most? This was all his fault, she thought while trying to lessen the terror on her mind.Anna rushed to begin the drawing of fire, relaxing only as her fire began flowing into her body, toughening her, warming her skin, giving her the sort of warmth that made it unnecessary to fear the masked raiders.Though every swing of their sword was aimed upward into
The two immediately galloped their horses, on their back were Lady Magda and Harry. Galloping the path towards the healer's cottage. Three hours passed, they stopped and looked from the distance as a family of trolls was obscuring their path. David asked. "What are you doing here?" As he recognized the old cousin of Leon."Milord, I have a message from Leon, he was captured and brought to the witch's village not far from here. He will be hanged before dawn." Trozan the troll announced as he bows his head, acknowledging David's superiority. "...I suggest rescuing him before dawn or I believe they'll execute him, milord.""What? They'll kill Leon? We can let him die, David, shit we have to rescue him now. Oh goodness me!" Anna stood in a panic, took her sword, and trailed off, "...Troll, do you have an extra tunic? I need it. I couldn't stand
Lord Colton, the son of Fairy's leader of the South, and his apprentice Jason were not at the center of the bonfire with his armies of feral werewolves and witches or organizing a rebellion disclosure to the commotions, because they had been the ones who deceived the ferals and been using their forces to fight with the North. They had been the ones to shut the town gates, and the boundaries and they had been the ones to initiate the crowd commotions of ferals, fairies, and witches in the village's headquarters. They had schemed this whole drunken orgy of bloodlust. They had now gone off to a vague corner of the village to celebrate. However, bloodshed made the ferals hysterical with a carnal urge that they misbehaved with each other. After they had completed their depressing feat, they threw on their Fairy's coats and stared back to the bonfire. Only a few alleys away from the scene of fera
David, Anna, and the remaining trolls fled in hiding. Meanwhile, the center of Witch's Village was bloodshed, death was everywhere, houses and cabins still burning, carnage rotting in the bloody street, and the rest were unaware of the truth, for them it was a normal raid, but death upon death, famine followed as loved once buried their dead and some burned them in the town square on fire. Amidst this anguished, cries of the fallen and family in mourning were in chaos as more bloodshed followed while the remaining ferals went into the building's ruins and some into the caves. Waiting for the war to come. Only a few hundred citizens of Witch's Village were saved by the unfaithful weeks of the feral invasion and from the rampaging fairies. Similar scenes of lecherous fairy hunters and raiders rebellions and anarchy had played out in other boroughs of the South. Fairy's messengers had been used to spread the madness. Unfortunately for the mobs of witches and fairies, it
Trozan, the old leader of the troll had arrived back at their hidden quarters below the ground and was hurriedly packing bags. “We are leaving now, daughter. Gather only what is necessary. We will meet the others down in the secret passages and we will take the lesser path to the mountains up North,” said Trozan. “So, have you changed your mind father? I was right, then?” said his daughter with a touch of sarcasm. Trozan stopped packing and turned to look at his daughter. “Yes, this is no time for laughs. The fairies and ferals just appointed the monster to lead this land, we have to follow David and his friend. Tomorrow those ferals will haunt us, we have to go now. And we need to bring Leon with us. "Yes, father." Trozan's daughter wiped the smile off her face. Her small psyche and her long dark hair flew from the tunnel windows. She remembered the vision his father had told her, how the sorcerer had said that her father would be offered the position of messenger and w
Trozan recognized those shadows. The two turned toward the ferals within thirty feet of the trolls and about to pounce. In unison, a mysterious pair threw off their cloaks. The two cloaked individuals stood in front of Trozan and his people. The lead one spoke plainly for all to hear, “Fear not! We will kill them in no time. For now, ready yourself to run upward to the mountain. Just a few miles ahead is the icy cave. " David announced as he removed his invisible coat over his head as well as Anna's. They stood guard before the family of the troll. Anna brandished the strange movement of the earth as if breathing in below her. Summoning the fire as the tree burns with it and everything rooted in the earth with her sheer commands. Protecting the trolls within reach.
In the night they pitched camp a mile away onto the barren landscape to avoid surprise by any approaching adversaries. There was nowhere to sneak up on them in any areas as their back was a massive stone pillar. Anyone who tried to crawl their way toward the camp would shred their clothes and flesh right off their bodies from the sharp permeable bedrock and rubble-strewn about. The river troll limited the night watch to two details of four troll guards. David made sure to keep himself and Anna on the far edge of the camp for his watch detail. It would keep them ready to run anytime if the camp was attacked. The midnight hour came, and David could not sleep. His thoughts charred Anna, penetrating his brain with a hammer-like pounding. At least it kept him awake for his watch duty. Unfortunately, it also distracted his attention towards the woman feet away. Her
The weather has turned to threaten; rain thrashes down and mist crumples around the entire view and hard stone steps lead downwards.The lone and huge white eagle cruises drew away from them in low from behind, interesting and elegant. After sending them ducking, it settles on a column and swirls its head back in a mewing statement of hostility yet warming Anna's heart. The white eagles stared at her like it knew her and recognized her, it seemed to scream out of warning, telling her something from beyond.The distinct stream below sets upon fallen trees, flailing them against stones into uneven paths. Among them, the rare greenery welcomes and glitters them from below, waiting for them.Alongside Anna, the water flows from the openings and streams down the rock faces. This is nature brought into the world, and as mad as the wintry wind in White Mountain. She shivered from the frigid air.They tried their hardest to descend without killing themselve
Too late, he recognized that for once; he was not that one overseeing the game. He had lost control of the situation, and she played him like a cat and a mouse, except she was not a significant cat. She was a tiger, and she was finished playing. Anna's blazing hand changed to a sword that burst through his face as if his skin were paper. The pain was unlike any other pain he went through before, it was more than pain, it was death itself, then he felt a quick spasm in his chest. Lord Andrie looked down at his body and found his dark dagger embedded just below his rib cage, powerful enough to hurt but not serious enough to kill him. Not immediately. Anna peered into his eyes, and she did something she thought she would never do. She let go of the last bits of herself that tethered the predator inside. Her fe
A wintry wind stroked across the mountainside with a rawness that gave rise to one's soul into the gentle cloud-filtered rays. The icy breeze comes sometimes quiet, sometimes loud, yet even with a chill that brings a crispness to the day. Ten of hundreds of people and creatures running around in a panic, packs of soldiers fighting a desperate battle to stay alive, invaders running rampant, killing, and tearing each other apart. Any attempts at bringing order were ended with threats of death. This was also the territory where the last of the resistance held out. Loyal Lord Colton's soldiers wouldn't want to see the heart of their land murdered, so they fought to the death to protect their Lord. Then chaos builds until no one knows what's going on and the only thing left to do is run away trying to keep themselves an
Moon 73 Lord Andrie groaned, Anna could sense him getting enraged and irritated. It made her fear. 'What should I do if he tries to hurt me? I don't think I could fight him. She thought. She looked around and saw someone or something lurking in the shadows, her eyes tried to search for an opening, she needed to get out of here and fast. Not only that, she attempted to run, but something unexpectedly attacked her engulfing her with something she no longer has control over. She couldn't move a muscle, it froze everything even the snow hangs in the air. It froze everything in the frigid land and whatever it was Anna was grateful. The frozen landscape was the ideal page awaiting new strolling feet. In that icy land, the perfect moments froze, so she savors them all the more, if not under any circumstances she might memorize this mo
The breeze of the ferocious wind tore through lord Andrie's mind. His formidable eyes blazed with animosity and his thick eyelashes glazed to the pale darkness of the prisoner's land. His Heavy eyelashes furrowed a cloak from their scarce surroundings. His camouflaged pale skin wreathed in shadow colors. His chiseled face and fine long silver hair curling around from behind. Still, his rigorous body was coerced with frost and ice. And his hands tremble from hatred to whoever is in prison here on this wasteland. He appeared unaffected, however, his eyes warn dark stories of hundreds of days gone by. His hateful shadow lurking as the canopies that silence the breeze in the Wasteland. It was not a very amiable niche, with distress, anger, worry, and death awaiting whoever dared to embark inside the frigid land. The vestibule was also patrolled by the sandjinns. Their duty was to keep the prisoners from leaving this cursed land.
Ashley hoped this assault wouldn't last long; it arrived in the form of an advancing surface of sand and debris; which may be miles wide and several thousand feet high. It blows with little warning, making venturing conditions hazardous. Blinding them, and the choking dust was reduced to their vision. Sandstorms last only a few minutes, but this was a different storm altogether. They could barely breathe and snuggled together. They prepared to die. As suddenly as it began, the storm stopped. It crossed over them. They coughed and sputtered and panned out the dust and dirt from their clothes. Anna looked around. The storm has not passed them by. It was now all around them. They stood within a swirling surface and circled the mayhem like an enormous corral."This is probably the eye of the storm," exclaimed Ashley. She had heard such a thing but had never experienced it. As if they were at sea,
White CavernThere was a stake being jabbed into Anna's lower back, the assaults radiating pain in a way that shatters her brain - or at least that's what it feels like. She lay so still, breathing shallow. Her entire body was throbbing, and it was unbearable wherever anything touched her skin, and her vision was low contrast and "gray." Difficult to concentrate on everything. She attempted to pull herself up off the frigid floor, but her body didn't want to hold her weight. They stumbled and dropped around as she had never used them before."Harry, dammit! Everything hurts." She mumbled, looking towards Harry who seemed to be in pain as well. "Hey. Are you okay? Harry? Are you awake?" She lightly nudged him awake."I'm in pain, oh bloody shit I'm in so much pain," Harry murmured. He gave her a shushed gesture warning an
“How about we leave now?" Harry asserted. Oblivious to the fact that Anna was trying to make him feel better. “We can try again, maybe we won't end up in White Mountain?”Anna knew he was working on distracting her by suggesting to travel back. If he needs time to open up his heart further, then she will give him enough chances to contemplate his feelings. She realized it had hurt him so and she doesn't want him to feel even more obliged to confiding her everything.“That's a good idea, should we sleep here?”“Yes, that will do, let's try here, Nathaniel is the nodders device fixed yet?” Asked Harry.“Not yet dude, maybe a couple of an hour or more, for now, we should seek the conventional way.&r
"What...? He is your father?" asked Anna."Yes!" Harry answered back with a rage-filled voice, he was seething with hatred. He was angry with his stepfather, he knew, but the old man doesn't care about it. Sometimes he'd envision doing some unpleasant things to him. Yet, he didn't, after all, he was still his stepfather. Upon starting at Anna's eyes his body tightens as reality sinks in. She knew him? Why? He ask himself. He has to purposely keep his jaw open to avoid clenching and grating his teeth."How? I mean," -You're Camilton." Anna can feel the revulsion in his tone and she wondered what made him feel that way towards his stepdad. Dr. Simon was nice man,he was her only friend when she was a teenager, the only one who gave her enough trust and confidence. However, Harry seemed to hate him, his hatred towards the old man overwhelmed her even
The next few hours passed as a blip during her never-ending story, then after recounting their many adventures, the final trauma that broke Anna was the passing of David. Harry held her hands while he was retailing everything to Nathaniel. "What? David was dead?" Nathaniel shouted. "Yes," "I'm sorry, Anna," Nathaniel replied. The heaviness was in his limbs as much as his mind. Things he used to find funny now only caused a deepening of the pain. Nathaniel doesn't like the man, but he helped save Harry and helped Anna so he counts him as a friend too. "Let's not talk about it, please?" She begged. One day, Anna will grieve for him, but first, she would have to accept he was gone - and though she dug his grave herself, there was a