Jerome Wallace was released from his cell with two human guards snatching his arms and didn't utter a single word. He noticed that they were in fact in a cavern covered with an alloy of silver. The taller guard was a little bit off, his scent was familiar to him and his silver-gray hair was enchanted. He knew this human was covering something, yet none seemed to talk. The walls, the floors were all covered with their bane. No possible rescue will come sooner, and he knew that their pack link didn't work, nor could he give Lady Maria her exact location. His ability lay dormant nor was he healing. Somehow he became hopeless in this hell.
Five minutes later, the high guard Lally quickly made her way up the stairs to the prisoner's cell. Outside the door, an armed guard stood looking anxious. They were afraid of her. Most of these new men were fairies with no apparent training and experience wi
Ten minutes later.She had done it. Lally had pushed her warrior gang at a phenomenal stride. She already gave them enough time to disappear and if they'll catch them she won't be forgiving anymore.In ten minutes, David's group had gone over five miles away from the cave, an incomparable accomplishment of David's group endurance especially when they have two unconscious individuals with them, luckily Jerome survive from the feral attacked when he reaches the end of the cave, without the silver and the wolfbane and he immediately regains his strength and fought with the feral with his massive alpha wolf, but it made him unconscious after so many wounds and out from exhaustion. However, his spectacular determination had taken its toll.After a couple of hours of trying to capture David's group, Lally an
Lord Colton chased after Lannah, the fairy warrior who dared to cloak their path for some time now. The blood smell coming out of her allowed him to chase the legendary fairy. On of Lord Colton's feral wolf who was the closest arrived near the scent, it first stopped a couple of meters away from it, then sneakily advanced and jumped from a nearby icy bush toward the smell, since it was the thick frigid wilderness and with many bushes and high trees, it couldn't see the mostith its eyes, but it had confidence in its sense of smell.Suddenly, Lanna stopped running. The feral wolf may be clever creatures, but by no means did they have a judgment equal to humans, her stopping doesn't make them understand suspiciously or anything of the sort.However, what dealt it was only the ragged and bloodied cloth, it was on the ground and smelled o
"My dear, never be afraid. The prophecy medallion will reveal itself when it's ready. Just keep it with you all the time alright?""Really?" Anna asked."Yes, trust me. I know" If only she listened to her friend, if only she warned Lady Magda enough not to marry Lord Androe. Lady Maria's regret was the reason for her being so close to the Icy Cavern. Somehow, deep in her heart, she knew that it would trap her friend."Ah! Okay then, by the way, do you have something for his burn?" She asked her while holding Harry's hand."Oh, blimey! Yes, dear. Of course. But let me remind you, the scar will never fade.""Why?""See this?" She shows them her palm
Two days later, an eerie silence settled over the mountain of Lady Maria's cottage. The extensive howling sound of the unnatural wind ceased in unison. Birds of prey and land predators stalking their next meal froze in place as though aware of the great unknown power, appearing from above the mountains. The sounds, the movement, all the signs of life that filled the dawn light just halted. The wildlife knew what was happening. The mountain on the right side of the cottage stood above the valley of the northernmost tip of the Icy Cavern. The can of troll who happened to camp in her backyard stopped on their activity and watched the mountain clouds above them. It was the tallest peak in the area. Crowned with snow most of the quarter of the year and was known for its heavy dew and its evergreen trees that peppered the region. Lady Maria gestured
Lally's CampThe fairy army of Lally yearned for more bloodshed than the peace itself. The filthy of their wool uniforms were thicker, heavier than the human troop. Some of the feral wolves wore leather protection that flickered with dark magic, some still bloody, and some filtered with saliva and unknown wet substance from their massive snout. The heavier fabrics didn’t slow them down a bit.They charged at the younger Fairy Prenah and the traitor knight Henry, dozens of fairy and feral werewolves fighters against the two of them, moving like lightning. Flames of darkness and hatred erupted in their eyes. That same dark and a golden gleam of fire Prenah had seen in so many feral’s eyes.Just a few hours later, they left their abode's wandered to her sister's Villa
Lady Maria's cottage The renowned and famous Alpha of the Rebel Pack was Jerome Wallace, his first legendary Fairyland resistance had already occurred when his brother Andrie fought the army of the Dark Lord who became the ally of Lady Magda years ago, and presently Jerome Wallace and his pack of fifty werewolf burned the soldier's armory of Lord Colton and started a fight in the tavern that ended up burning almost the nearby houses. Since then, they have been hunted by the King's soldiers. Alpha Jerome, however, remained in action with a large company in the southern part of fairyland near the deserted Werewolf kingdom. They wore disguises and moved into distinct groups. They wandered in various ways and hid in plain sight while feigning to be what they were not. Unless they attained help and a lot more of it, their accomplishments would be sufficient.
It wasn't a dark spirit that pulled Anna from behind, a hand gripped tight across her mouth. Had she not been competent for just such an eventuality, it has stunned her senseless. As it was, her heart gave a tremendous leap and she yanked in her captor's grip. David had grabbed her from the left, pinning her moving arm tight against her side, his right hand over her mouth. "Psst! We are being surrounded." "What the hell is wrong with you David, you scared me for a second there. Jesus!... I know," replied Anna. "...I suspected it about halfway up the lake, and whoever has trailed you and Alpha Jerome's men into the mountain, they are coming." David grabs his sword. "We should wake everyone and be careful Anna. I mean it. Take care of yourself. Alright?
Maybe it was them showing respect, or maybe they were too eager to look at what was coming. Lady Maria believed that David's soul left his body like a gust of air, and the most important thing was to bring his body to the underworld as fast as possible, so his soul could get there safely. His body was anointed in oil and wrapped in a shroud, a coin was placed under his tongue to be given to the ferryman of the underworld river, the boundary between their world and the underworld. Together with the other fallen, they buried them under the heat of the afternoon sun.Jerome's men were wearing a fresh cream wool sweater. The silence settled as they entered the little shed in the center of the garden one by one, paying their respect.Harry held Anna's shaky hand the whole time. She wiped her tears onto her sleeve and lounged on his shoulder. All the me
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