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.
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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
No one realized how she'd take a rejection because it had never happened. Harry's emotions were beyond doubtful, he was perfectly where Lady Magda wanted him to be, she walked towards him, a walk of a predator waiting to be served, it could have graced any billboard or magazine cover, but she was better than those. "Who are you?" Harry asked, head buzzing and eyes blurring upon looking at the woman. "Oh darling, it's me, Lady Magda." "No, you're not!" "Believe me darling it is me." On Harry's mind, his reasoning has been struggling with his lust. She was right there, only feet away, but in her understated alluring charm, she might as well be on his mind, lurking, planning, and blinding his reasoning.
Like a pot of water getting ready to boil over and over again. Harry was scared and confused. Lady Magda was gone. Suddenly the remnants of her were gone too. It was like Lady Magda had never been there.Maybe if he went for a stroll it would comfort him. Right? He thought to himself.Harry's mind began to question what's real and what's not, what if what happened earlier was just a figment of his imagination? How could he believe what's an illusion and what's not?After a dozen minutes of relentless self rage, he decided to stop thinking and strolled the cave instead. Three minutes later, he was on the other side of the cave. Night had finalized like a dark blanket over the cavern, the earlier lights from the niche had gone dark. The eerie lightest atmosphere was as black as Harry's mood. He should be
Lady Maria's Cottage The walls of the cottage that were so sultry in the wintertime seem so delicate against the unsettled invasion of Anna's fire. Lady Maria has never seen her dried leaves that were hung all over the corner and did not disappear so fast. In an average fire, they would be most of the way to being burned before the fire dominates the entire cottage, not this time. The oranges flames are as full and flared endlessly from Anna's outreach hands, her fires warming the cottage but never burning a single leaf as she was kneeling beside Harry, concentrating like her life depending on it. Lady Maria reckoned that this woman was in love with this man, she never abandoned his side, her burning hand went to Harry's forehead then Anna spoke with such a soft voice, whispering encouragement. Lady Maria felt her words as
FairylandWhen Harry awakened, Lady Maria ordered David and Leon to go to the fairyland and gathered some information regarding the plan of the South and rescue her friend Jerome Wallace. She told them to be back after tomorrow night and no longer a day and for what reason she didn't share. David was glad, he didn't have the heart to see Anna and the man laughing and talking intimately. He has to go away. Heal his broken reality. Heal his broken heart.The two traveled, with their horses as he galloped towards the Fairyland.Later that night the two entered the town.David has been festering all day. After an hour of relentless personal fury, he decided to roam into the town square. Leon was on the other side. Night had finalized like a dark blanket over the town. The eerie starless essence was
When Harry awakened, Lady Maria ordered David and Leon to go to the fairyland and gathered some information regarding the plan of the South and rescue her friend Jerome Wallace. She told them to be back after tomorrow night and no longer a day and for what reason she didn't share. David was glad, he didn't have the heart to see Anna and the man laughing and talking intimately. He has to go away. Heal his broken reality. Heal his broken heart. The two traveled, with their horses as he galloped towards the Fairyland. Later that night the two entered the town. David has been festering all day. After an hour of relentless personal fury, he decided to roam into the town square. Leon was on the other side. Night had finalized like a dark blanket over the town. The eerie starless essence was as black as David's expressi
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