All Chapters of HEIR OF LIGHT: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

                                       MARXISThe halls were bursting with life as marxis moved across them. Something made the slaves alive with fear and excitement, he had to find out the cause, marxis motioned for two shadow warriors to step forward and bring him a slave.    The shouts of mercy rang in his ears as he stood at the window overshadowing the fields of the palace, the shadow warriors dragged in a woman who was weeping, marxis stayed silent for a while as he contemplated his questions,"It would do you no good to stain my floors with your tears woman" he said still facing the fields,  She became quiet at once, marxis could feel her fear as it rad

DERORA She stood in front of the cave, a look of satisfaction drawn all over her face. The prince and his cohorts were trapped inside the cave, it was all a matter of time till he came to face his fate. The energy blast he did affected deroras ability to summon the abyss, the rest of the creatures she created were gone, a few remained, the ones who fought the light until the very end. She looked at her hand as she tried to summon a black orb of energy, it only produced wisps of smoke and disappeared with the wind, she frowned, he also took something from her, she couldn't feel her full powers again, whatever magic he did must had affected her system. Derora heard the sounds of footsteps moving towards her direction, at least she could feel the energy print of the creature. Detok stood by her side, his armour gleaming in the sun like that of an executioners which he

                         DERORAThe doors of the throne room opened as derora stepped in. She had returned the prince to Marxis the day before, now was time for the mage to fulfil his part of the deal. Not that she would not kill him in the end, marxis was too cunning a threat to be left alive, but derora needed to make sure no one found the parchment ever again. The useless piece of paper contained the only thing that could serve as her death,It had the last piece of her soul.Derora had once been a living being, a human warrior bordering the wastelands to the north of the loup de sang territories, not much people knew that piece of history, and she preferred to keep it that way. If any other creature could get their hands on it, it could spell her doom and she for one would like

JASONThe iron doors of jasons’ cell opened as two shadow warriors entered. He groaned as the held him by the shoulder and roughly made him stand up, jason glanced at his mother and saw the look of resignation on her eyes, she had accepted this fate,Hers, not his.The took jason through the passages till they got to the labour grounds, men and women alike, hauling stones to build the statue of Marxis, jason clenched his Hands in anger, when he take back his throne, marxis and the statue were going to the bottom of the deepest sea in Aratia. Many people who knew jason for who he truly was nodded and the whispers of "ikir" filled the air, he smiled, even though Marxis might be the ruler, this was one thing he could never have, the respect of the people, strange considering the fact that they loathed and loved his father.Finally, jason saw Marxis in front, dressed in what looked like a silly blue ro

JASONJason felt weightless, a novel feeling as he had either been running, killing, or dodging attacks to end his life. His body was free, like he was floating on the air. That was when his senses kicked in, the memories of the fight,Derora,Aether,Marxis,His death,Jason opened his eyes to a shinning palace, a single golden throne in the middle with men in hooded gold cloaks with hoods surrounding it, and on the throne was a face he would never forget,"Illummino" jason whispered,He radiated love and affection,"Jason alecto elixtu" he said,Immediately jason felt energy course through his body as he stood up, his body stronger, his sight sharper as he gasped,"You have ascended jason" he said,Jas