All Chapters of The Dance of Fates: Bellatrix: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

WIND brushed through the blond locks as the two Knights jumped from branch to branch. Iwaoka had managed to sweep Faline off her feet and carried her along the way despite her objections. Faline’s hands lightly clutched Iwoaka’s shoulders while he carried her with one arm looped under her knees and the other supporting her back. Above them was the sparkling sky with a couple puffy yellow-white clouds drifting on the wind; below them the lush treetops and twisting dirt road blurred by.“I forgot how convenient this method of travel you are.”Iwaoka glanced at Faline with a frown. “So I’m a convenient method of travel now?”Faline nodded like it was the obvious answer, her blue eyes glinting with a hint of mischief.“I could drop you, Fal," his voice rumbled in false threat.“Even if you did," she said in a dry tone. “Levi or Hunter or even that brat Eric would miraculously appear to catch me.”Iwaoka snorted. "They would.”Faline blinked as h

THE two Knights lay curled together on top of a blanket in a grassy field. Above them, the clear night sky shone brightly with uncountable stars. Iwaoka pointed up at a section of the inky black sky that was void of any specks of glimmering light, at least to his eyes.“What about there?” he asked lightly.Faline lightly bit her lip in concentration, one of her canine teeth poking out as her blue eyes peered intently at the spot he was pointing at. The sky she saw now was rather different from the one she had seen all those years ago before General Dana gave her the power of the ice. There were so many stars that there was almost no empty space, and the shimmering dots that human eyes could see were brighter and more colorful to Faline. Small ember-like flashes occasionally sparked in the air as rocks fell from the heavens. And in the section of space Iwaoka was pointing to was...“There’s this dust-cloud formation. It seems so tiny, mote-like but it’s so far away.

A BRIGHT waxing moon lit the grassy plains that stretched to the curved horizon. Faline blinked as she vaguely wondered how she had gotten here. Then a red pulse entered her awareness. She turned to see a young woman with a long curly brown hair crowning her head, appearing not older than when she met General Dana back in the days of war against Illinor. She wore a sheathed sword at her hip and a grave expression, her gray eyes with golden streaks narrowed in deep concentration. Her legs trembled as she faced the distant flickering of campfires. These campfires, in Faline's horror, belonged to the witches and soldiers of Illinor. Faline realized that at the first light of dawn their archnemesis would begin to march forward, towards the heart of the land of Vestia. And this woman... this young woman would stand in their way, despite her trembling legs and paled skin."Every period of time comes forth the Archnemesis," a familiar voice spoke behind her. Faline turned and she had

A PILLAR of early morning sunlight broke through the grey cloaked sky as the wagon rolled onward away from the city. Faline yawned, stretching her arms above her. She had been kept awake by the realization, tossing and turning as questions swirled around her like a whirlwind. It was still hard for Faline to wrap her head around it. The Knights of Shaula were formed for the sole purpose of serving and aiding the Blood Star Shaula which that is, General Dana Rein. Her power, the power that held the control over the ice, should have died with Dana Rein. So why had her power still clinging unto her inner core, and her - Iwaoka's - unborn child's?Faline tugged her cloak closer as a feeling of mild terror pressed down on her like an iron weight. A child could be threatened and kidnapped and held hostage. It was bad enough when she thought their child would be a normal Demetri. A completely human child would live under the threat of being used as leverage against her and Iwaoka by t

FALINE had seen the troops wearing the uniform of Colton's tribe off in the distance as she walked the dusty street through the village. It was a little unusual but the Knights didn’t put too much thought into it. It wasn’t until she was inside, resting her swollen feet and blue eyes that switches to white starting through thatched roof to the cloudless blue sky, that Faline realized they were marching toward the village. The unit was small; a quick estimate of only eighty Krysts. The majority stopped in formation a decent distance from the village, bows and quivers on their backs. The officer leading them – highly ranked based on his uniform and seeming vaguely familiar – continued forward with just a small guard, meeting a nervous Hade at the village entrance. The confused villagers paused from their daily tasks to stare uncertainly at the tribe, while others fearfully peaked out from doors and windows.Faline didn’t know the details, didn’t know what exactly they wanted wit