All Chapters of The Bedevilled Soul: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

  What had I done? The monster that followed me around had finally found a way to kill me without leaving a tiny scratch on my body. How can he take away my last remain of happiness? What then will I do from henceforth? How would I live when a big part of my heart had stopped breathing? This was really the end. I lost.Fenrel had asked me to marry my sister off to him,and I had rudely turned down his offer. Again. I wasn't going to give up my sister to a beast like that. Besides I could never marry Tara to any man. That had to be her choice.   Although I left the keepers territory in one piece,watching Fenrel with a big smile on his face. I knew it just wouldn't end there. More was to be expected. Reaching home I immediately warned Tara and Ragnila who was with us at the moment, suggested that we quickly packed a few things and moved out of the city for a few while. Luckily they didn't even argued. After a whil

  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

  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

"Kerik! Kerik!"I could hear a voice faintly crying out.That was strange. My name was being called."Kerik!" The voice became a little louder.It was just a dream. Nothing was real. Finally I could wake up."Kerik!" Ragnila screamed out shaking my shoulders.No. It was all real. Fenrel had just vaporized into thin air and Tara.. She was still gone."He's, he's,he's-" Staring blankly at Ragnila as I fumbled for the right words,wishing everything could just made sense. I felt a lump in my throat as I was already misty-eyed. No. I fought against the urge to cry. I had to do something. Anything else but to cry."Kerik. I saw what happened,I know it was intense but I know how to help. Let me help,please. I know who took Tara." She babbled on,but got my attention when she mention Tara."Who?""I don't know exactly but I think

"Not yet, your majesty." She scrutinized, as she plastered a half-smile at me. Maybe waiting to confirm whether I would flare up and finally either punch her right in the place that would hurt, or roar in anger and consume the souls of them all. I only returned a false smile to her as a reply. Not the obvious type that showed the tremendous effort in the making of the smile, but the kind that contoured the pretence in the smile. She wasn't supposed to see me getting upset because I wasn't upset with her at all. She wasn't supposed to feel a tiny percentage of my transferred rage. "But, Kerik?" Mona called, and my heart nearly sank. She shot a piercing look at me and smiled with teary eyes. I almost bursted out into tears but quickly calmed myself and tried assuring my mind that it wasn't really my fault. I was fixing this. "You said you had a dream about how we could save Ragnila, and your sister as well. And Lavi. How... How do we save them exactly?"