ClarissaBefore the door creaked open, the raucous roar of the massive crowd echoed through the stone hallway, a low, thunderous vibration that pulsed in time with Clarissa’s heart. Each footstep amplified the charged energy in the air. As they stepped out onto the stage where they would bind to their familiars, the blinding sunlight turned the bustling world into a bright blur.As her eyes adjusted, a sea of faces stretching as far as the eye could see came into sharp focus. Hundreds of onlookers packed the grand courtyard, their collective breath held in anticipation. The transition from the thunderous noise inside to the outside’s deafening silence was startling. Heads turned in unison, eyes wide with reverence and curiosity.Stefan subtly shifted his stance, placing himself slightly in front of Clarissa, as if shielding her from unseen dangers the crowd represented. Chief Yungerr stepped forward to address the crowd.“After ages of darkness, the Onyx Sages have been reborn with th
BlakeBlake was eager for the ceremony, having studied its technical aspects all week. Yet nothing had prepared him for the overwhelming magnificence of the experience. The ceremony had not been performed for hundreds of years, as the werecat village patiently awaited the hatching of the sacred eggs. Each generation practiced the ritual in reverence, their chants echoing through the ages in hopes that an Onyx Sage would soon emerge. Now, with the arrival of not one, but three Onyx Sages, the village buzzed with unprecedented excitement. The rhythmic chanting of the villagers infused the air with potent magic, each syllable amplifying the mystical energy that surrounded them. This ancient ceremony was designed to cement the bond between the familiar and the sage, intertwining their souls and enhancing their powers but the effect of multiple Onyx Sages in the same ceremony was uncertain. As the chants grew louder, the magic intensified, weaving an unbreakable connection that would ens
Clarissa As the blue cloud dissipated, a sudden rush of darkness overwhelmed Clarissa’s senses. Shadows swallowed the world around. A chill ran through her soul. The bond with Stefan and Blake thrummed with concern, but she was already being pulled away.She stood alone in a broken landscape. The sky was a mass of swirling black clouds, blotting out any light. The ground cracked and crumbled, swallowing remnants of once-great cities. Rivers of molten lava snaked through the land, burning everything in their path. The smell of sulfur and ash assaulted her senses.Clarissa’s heart pounded. People ran in every direction, their screams piercing the air. The devastation was total. The earth shuddered, the once-vibrant land reduced to a hellscape of devastation and despair.Her eyes were drawn to the sky, where twisted winged creatures circled. Once noble beasts like her own Mimi, they were now corrupted and enslaved by the malevolent force that brought this destruction.And then, at the ce
Clarissa POV Clarissa picked up her stride, grabbing her faded cloth skirt in a white knuckle grasp. The sun dipped behind the trees, and the shadows grew long along the dirt path she walked. This path, through the dusky woods, held untold dangers after dark. Nightfall was swiftly encroaching. Silently, she cursed the traveling salesman, who had such beautiful dresses and jewelry for sale. She had stayed behind when her friends headed home, so she could dream of the day that a farmer’s daughter like her could afford such luxury. The salesman had been all too happy to allow her to showcase his wares. Maybe it had something to do with the joy it brought her. He did say she had a beautiful smile. And
Stefan Stefan knew that most people were intimidated by him. Before coming to this town, he thought it had to do with his royal position. But having arrived unannounced and underdressed, he quickly learned that there was more to it among many other lessons. Maybe it was because he was taller than most men. Or it was his eyes. Stefan’s mom had always beamed about the warmth and kindness his almond amber eyes reflected. But when he looked at his loyal men, he knew they saw the fierce gleam of the horrors that he had defeated in war and on quests. While he always combed his hair in the morning, he allowed fate to be his stylist the rest of the day. He didn’t care, and he didn’t have the time. His honey skin tone was common where he came from,
Clarissa’s Clarissa glared at the offensive man, who called himself a hero! He had even mocked her with that bow, knowing she was of lower status. Why did this man have to be so… so… uggh! When he stepped closer to her, the heat of his body radiated into her skin. The feel of his calm, seasoned warmth had promised the delights of an experienced lover. She did not quite understand what that entailed, but she was not ready for her own body’s reaction to it. His eyes sparkled knowingly, and THAT frustrated her. He was two feet taller than her. Tight muscles covered his lean body, hidden only slightly by the loose clothing. His short brown hair was even messier than usual. The skin on his face spoke of royalty and comforts she had never known.
Clarissa Clarissa’s mother normally kept their home spotless and excellently cared for. But it wasn’t right now. Smashed furniture, broken wood, and trash blocked the front door. A couple of flickering candles lit the main stairway. But the house was bizarrely dark. Most of the usually lit candles were knocked over. Clarissa carefully stepped over the debris as she entered the house behind Stefan. She gasped as her heart sped up in her chest. Her wide eyes took in the wanton destruction. Stefan was stealthily headed up the stairs. She followed him tentatively, unsure if she wanted to see what was there. What had happened here? Mom and Dad had been here during this? A sinking feeling pressed its way into he
Stefan Stefan broke records in his flight up the stairs. But as he turned to look into the room he left Clarissa in, she aimed a beam of life energy at the accursed werecat. Why were there werecats this far west? He was amazed at her power in devouring the cat with her life energy. It looked like it was on fire, but the light was bright and flawless white. Ashes flew away, glittering like metal. He saw the second cat as it approached her. He rushed to help her. But by the time Stefan entered the room, it was no longer alive. Stefan quickly took in his surroundings. She missed an enemy. Stefan stepped in the way of the last cat, as Clarissa fell on the floo