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
Witch Village ****** In the end of Witch Village, in the small clearing stood a large but low, beetle-browed cabin, its ancient and ramshackle walls stood in an almost unrecognizable way, it was a dirty, six-foot, artificial stern cabin. With a harsh kick to her right side, Prenah was startled awake from a restless sleep. She attempted to touch her hands over to assess the pain that was pouring its way up her stomach and was shortly reminded of the coarse rope constraining around her wrists. She struggled to pull against it, evaluating the knot, and was remembered of the severe anguish it left in its wake. Unexpectedly an enormous hand was clutching her upper arm and grabbing her to her feet clumsily. "You're coming with me, little fairy. We need our evening's entertainment."
Prenah's calm demeanor disappeared in that one second. The mask man examined her creased brow and his lips twirled into what she anticipated to be a vicious grin. The men shouted and whooped, urging the quandary man on. He wriggled and propelled his way back in the path he came from. "Bring her to my cabin's chamber." He instructed, his powerful voice sounding in her ears. So this is what was to become of her? But he looks rather familiar. His eyes were like Henry and his voice even though distorted was so familiar. Or was she mistaken? She was to be ruined by a man after he rescued her from a horrendous crowd. What was stopping him from eliminating her after he finished with her? The suspicions flickered through her mind. She was oblivious but Lameck had pulled the ropes on her wrists and started to steer her after her rescuer. Prenah strolled limply after, her feet tripping over every bum
Rated PG 18+ The next evening, Knight Henry took Prenah and they both flee from the witch village. When they first arrived their secret cabin at the west side of the fairy land, he had tried the door and had found it was locked, but for Prenah, she simply put her hand on the knob and the door opened; it didn't seem to be locked for her. They began with the mini kitchen. The cabin seemed to have been closed up for a while, but it was bright, and other than a little dust, it was perfect. The inside was primarily “open concept” and it was more rustic than old. All the wooden furniture suited the cabin, almost as if it had been designed specifically for this place, old and rusty but typical, she loved it from the first time she saw it. On the aged table beside the wooden couch, he saw an old-style clay pot. Scanning the littl
Lady Maria's CottagePlease tell me I'm wrong, is that Lady Magda?" Lady Maria asked, looking at David, after a few seconds a contorted expression appeared on her face upon looking at the horses with two unconscious individuals on their back. Trozan and his group were now camped inside Lady Maria's clearing."Sadly, yes that's her!" David replied then held his breath, he doesn't want to anger the healer, he knows better than that."Her existence here brings bad luck. That leech is not welcome!" Lady Maria shouted in a panic. Then she squared her shoulder and put her hands on her hips. She stepped towards David and wrinkled her nose as if telling him that his sister was not at all welcome.When Lady Maria stopped babbling, David knew there was a problem. He has known her for nearly a year, when h
Harry surveyed the cavern. The niche of this amazing place had been carved and formed into a smoother and modern-like interior, he often saw from the movies, with a vaulted canopy and pillars around the border. How could these primitive shadowmen create such intricate architecture? Below them, dozens of shadowmen, shadow women, and shadow children busied themselves at a marketplace. They all halted and stared up at him coming down the steps into another corridor passageway. One of the shadow children pointed up at him and mumbled something to its mama. It appeared to Harry that he should presumably not call them shadow men. It might offend them. Their adult males seemed powerful enough to crush his skull if they wanted to and if he would allow them to. They weren't shadow at all but dark apelike creatures. "How is this possible? If this was my dream then why does it feel like it wasnt? ...This pla
Later that night, the apelike people knew how to throw a party. They gathered in a row of halls attached that were even larger than the fairyland village market Harry had seen when they first arrived. Most of the cave dwellers had come to the welcome celebration of his arrival. There were hundreds of them. They crammed the carved-out halls with echoes of conversation and laughter.These were not the modest species Harry had thought them to be. Their system and ornaments were understandable and rare, their cave sketches almost childlike, but they were socially integrated and communally attached like no other community he had ever seen. They held up ethical integrity about them that he could compare to, something he knew his companions could not understand. He had a weird communion with them. He understood why the old man had decided to live with the cave inhabitants. His recent predisposition
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