All Chapters of The Bedevilled Soul: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

At least if there was one thing she wasn't lying about, it was that she didn't wanted to loose her friend. I definitely understood what she meant, and never would I allow her to loose a dear one, just as I'd did."Okay. So, let us say that I believe what you're saying, how exactly are we supposed to help this friend of yours? I asked."I don't know!" Her voice went off and she instantiated turned her back, as if she was crying and she didn't wanted me to notice. "I don't know exactly." She said, then finally returned her face to meet mine. "That is why I'd like to meet you, to talk to you. You're somehow the cure. That's all I know." She said it was all she knew, as if she was supposed to know more than that. I secretly wondered if she was a small goddess in disguise."What do you mean, all you know?" She paused and flashed a puzzled awkwardly looking glance at me. "I'm listening.""I don't really know, bu

  Power is neither good or evil, but its beholder makes it so. A weapon is mostly described as evil, however it can also save one's life. It is the user that decides whether it is used for good or bad.Power has the ability to produce an effect, to influence, to change. And without change, what was life anyway...   I had always lived my life as a simple young woman with no problem. Why wouldn't I? I had everything an average person should dream of having. My sister and I made an amazing team. I mean if you didn't compare her extremely tall and skinny physique to my petite shape. Or why we didn't shared the same long coal black hair that cascaded down her back every time she walked.To be honest, she was the exact opposite of me. And I had always envied that part of her. But the two of us were inseparable.Until all hell attacked. Life had always been all good to me. Our town was a small one compared to others, but it was a town where the

"But there could had been another way." I tried explaining my point again—pointless one at that. He probably would had killed me for real."The sickness spreads so fast your majesty. And if I hadn't killed him and he attacked you, you would had been infected. Now that he's dead, a few others he's infected would be cured by now." The guard continued explaining but non of it made sense to me. How the so called plague had started, why it's just claiming the lives of these people, and even worse, how to stop it. My head was so heavy for thoughts that even a big boulder of rock would have had to be lighter at the moment."Your Majesty?" A girl's voice caught my attention again and I soon observed it to be the strange lady, with her big eyes falling directly at mine. I wasn't what you would exactly call tall, but I wasn't also short so I always got the nickname petite Kerik when I was still a little bit younger, and that truly defined me because a

   ****   Sending final goodbyes to Ragnila after persuading her to run for her dear life I trotted down the devil's den. Again. Unlike the last time, creeping back here only sent a chill down my spine. This time I was scared. What if something bad had happened to her. I could never forgive myself. Fenrel really had no heart. He was more cold than an ice. He killed for fun,destroys lives mainly because he could. I was starting to know him better now. If only I had known more from the beginning. He was already waiting for me at the entrance, smiling mischievously. The last time I didn't have any plan. Now, there was just one goal. To kill him! Spreading his arms widely as one does to greet one's beloved."Welcome back my dear Kerik" he teased,coming closer to me. He really wanted to die." Where's she? " "Who?" He asked, only for him to immediately re

"Kerik you're not expecting anyone, are you?" Tara finally asked, making use of her words and immediately walking straight to the door."I know I'm a lot of things, but I don't keep insane humans as friends." Following Tara to the door I thought about who must have been desperately trying to break down our door.Tara slowly reached for the door and opened it gently. Standing grumpily in front of us was a burly figured bald man. Glancing at him, I quickly observed an ornamented sewing of a black serpent on his chainmail amour. A knight you might say, but no ordinary one. He was a member of the keepers. The bald Knights. Even the women always were too. It was believed that they had to get all form of impurities so one can be pure and cleared from their sins. Like that made any of them less corrupt."Took you long enough!"he scolded, his cold eyes fixed on us.Those bastards!