The morning air was crisp and cool, with a slight breeze blowing through the trees. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon, casting long shadows across the grassy plains they rode through. The sound of hooves hitting the ground echoed through the stillness, punctuated by the occasional chirp of a bird or rustle of leaves.Magnus and Derek rode on their horses, flanked by two of Magnus' men. The air was crisp and cool, and the only sounds were the clopping of the horses' hooves and the rustle of the wind in the trees. Derek felt tense and uneasy, knowing that Magnus was not only his potential future father-in-law but also his enemy's enemy.They rode in silence for what seemed like an eternity, neither man willing to break the ice. Derek could feel Magnus' eyes on him, scrutinizing him. He shifted uncomfortably in his saddle, trying to shake off the feeling of being watched.Finally, Magnus spoke up. "So, Derek, how long have you known my daughter?"Derek cleared his throat
The children had gathered in a dusty open field. The group consisted of about ten children, ranging in age from six to eleven. They were all dressed in rich hide clothing and wore big smiles on their faces. The children were shouting and laughing as they ran around the field looking for the perfect hiding spot.The game began when one of the children volunteered to be the seeker. She counted to ten as the other children scattered to find their hiding places. Once the seeker had finished counting, she began her search. The other children had dispersed and were hiding in various locations around the field. Some had hidden behind the tall grass, while others were tucked away behind the shrubs.As the seeker searched for her friends, she would call out their names, trying to locate them. The hiders remained silent, holding their breath in anticipation of being discovered. One of the hiders was clever enough to climb up a nearby tree, which allowed them to stay hidden for quite some time.
Derek walked quickly and carefully through the woods, his footsteps silent on the soft earth. The moon was high in the sky, casting a dim light through the trees. He had a veil over his face, concealing his features and making him harder to recognize if anyone saw him. He had to be careful, he knew that if he was caught, he could be in serious trouble. But he had a mission to accomplish, and he was determined to see it through.As he moved through the woods, Derek kept his eyes and ears open for any sign of danger. He had been in the woods before, and he knew that there were all sorts of creatures lurking in the shadows. But he had no time to be afraid. He had to focus on his mission, and that meant keeping his wits about him.Finally, he reached a clearing, and he could see the buildings in the distance. He quickened his pace, knowing that time was of the essence. He had to find what he was looking for quickly, before anyone noticed that he was there.As he approached the buildings,
Derek placed the bottle back on the shelf and continued to walk around the room. He came across a large wooden table placed in the center of the room, which had several books and scrolls scattered across it. He walked closer to the table and examined the titles of the books. He picked up a thick leather-bound book titled "The compendium of medicinal herbs and their uses." He opened the book and began to flip through the pages, reading about the different herbs and their medicinal properties. He heard footsteps.Derek quickly looked around the room and saw a small cupboard by the corner. He stealthily made his way towards it and squeezed himself in, making sure not to make any noise. He held his breath as he heard the footsteps getting louder and closer. The footsteps stopped, then continued away, fading in the distance.Derek let out a sigh of relief and waited for a few more minutes before he emerged from the cupboard. He cautiously made his way back to the table and continued sear
Osei's home was a modest single-story structure made of mud and straw, with a thatched roof that sloped steeply to the ground. The exterior walls of the building were covered in a thick layer of mud and had a somewhat lumpy texture, indicating that it was an old and well-used structure. The front of the building faced the road, and there was a small garden patch that stretched out from the front door, filled with medicinal herbs and plants.There were a few windows on the outside of the building, but they were small and did not let in much light, making the interior of the home dark and shadowy. There was a single wooden door at the front of the building, which was sturdy and had an iron handle, giving the impression of strength and security.The roof of the building was supported by sturdy wooden beams, which were visible from the outside. They gave the impression that the building was well-constructed and could withstand the harsh weather conditions of the area.There were also a fe
Derek walked into his father's chambers, head bowed in greeting. "Father," he said softly, "I have returned from Blood Moon Pack."Ragnar looked up from his desk, his eyes narrowed. "How did the journey go? Did you find anything useful?"Derek took a deep breath before responding. "I was able to get access to a lot of their medical records, but I didn't find anything related to the blue blade disease or its antidote."Ragnar's hand trembled with anger, and his grip on the cup of wine tightened until his knuckles turned white. Derek's response was not what he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear that his son had found the cure, that he had accomplished something worthwhile. But instead, he was faced with the harsh reality that Derek had come back empty-handed.Without warning, he flung the cup of wine across the room. The sound of shattering glass filled the air as the liquid splattered against the wall. The red wine trickled down the surface, staining the otherwise pristine walls.Derek
The royal stables were bustling with activity as the stablehands went about their daily chores. Derek strode in, his boots thudding against the dirt floor as he scanned the stables, looking for a horse to ride. He saw some men were busy grooming a few horses at the far end of the stables, their brushes moving rhythmically over the horses' gleaming coats.Derek made his way towards them, his footsteps quickening with each step. As he approached, one of the men looked up and nodded in greeting."Need a horse to ride, Your Highness?" the man asked, wiping his forehead with a rag.Derek scanned the horses, his eyes flickering over the sleek, well-groomed creatures. But his gaze soon fell on a black stallion, untamed and fierce-looking, standing in a corner."That one," Derek said, pointing at the black horse.The man shook his head. "That one's untamed, Your Highness. We don't let just anyone ride it."Derek was too angry to respond, so he strode over to the black horse and grabbed the rei
Derek laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling when he heard a light knock on the door. He quickly sat up, feeling a bit startled as he wasn't expecting any visitors. When Derek opened the door, he was surprised to see Aurora standing there. She had an inquisitive look in her eyes as she peered into his room with curiosity and Derek couldn't help but feel mesmerized by her beauty. Aurora slowly entered Derek's room, looking around with awe before finally turning her gaze towards him once again. Her lips curved into a gentle smile as she took a few steps closer until they were just inches away from each other. "What brings you here?" Derek asked, his voice laced with a hint of surprise. Aurora smiled mischievously before replying, "Do I need any invitation to visit my mate's chambers?" “Um…of course not,” Derek stuttered, a little flustered. Aurora slowly walked in, taking in all the details of Derek's room before finally stopping at the bed where he had been lying moments ago.D