All Chapters of The Chosen One: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Later, Andrew went to the old woman's family tent. He needed to have another discussion about what he had bought into.An agreeable, forbearing lifestyle might be somewhere in his future but that somewhere certainly wasn't here and now. Confusion was in charge and he was compelled to dance to its tune whether he wanted it or not, though Andrew still got to decide a step here and there. He had a little moment before the feast and he needed to deliver a few messages, which he dictated to Lena.The old woman busied herself with basket-making while Lena and he labored away. Roland was sent off to look for suggestions down at the wharves. Andrew hoped he might wobble across something we could build while he was poking around. It took him a while to clarify to him that he was reimbursing for him to go out and just be interested in anything he came across that looked intriguing.And after depleting his minuscule understanding of the builder's exchange, Andrew got down to composing the messag

Diana and her group went further away from the high mountain of Winterberg territory. After another hour they finally appeared from the pine forest. The route ran down a grassroots hill to a broad plateau of farmland. About a hundred fields ahead was an extended chain-link barrier that sprawled at least a mile to the north and west. On the other barrier of the border were meadows and fields of corn stalks, approximately ready for harvest, and broad grasslands flecked with scraping goats and sheep.Way off in the expanse Tommy sighted an enormous brown old shed, a dark silo, and half a dozen simple dwellings of dark native people created in a circle. Behind the farm was massive wilderness. It looked like a tiny agriculture commonhold, the dark people clan with room for twenty or twenty-five people at the most.This wasn’t what they’d expected. They'd assumed the Dark native clan would be more densely inhabited. Strange, Diana glanced at the two spear-wielded patrols, who swiveled their

Once they were seated accordingly, the leader fixed her gaze on Tommy. She didn’t look at Eddie, even though the young boy sat less than three feet away and was unconscious. The leader’s lone eye, blue and wary, shone on him like the limelight. Her face was surprisingly cold-blooded. No emotions were less than what she wanted to convey. Unlike the other dwellers of the cavern, she didn’t seem angered by Celestina's confidence. Rather, she appeared relaxed and methodical, coolly restricted to get to the core of the issue. After many seconds she turned to the head patrolman.“I’m prepared to listen to your statement, Egos.” The old woman’s voice was unique; it was—deeper, yet hoarse and hard. She edged at Egos, who stood at vigilance in the nook of the hall. “...the other says you encountered a witch's survivor as well as three other peculiarities?”Egos moved toward the tribunal and leaned in the old woman's way. His sudden headache was brewing, the headache told him it was time to re

Andrew was dreaming about the woman. The odd beautiful maiden who appeared in his dreams so many nights now. Her body danced against him—the smooth, fresh, sweat-slicked skin of her backsliding against his rock-hard chest. The smell of vanilla and lavender filled his senses as he buried his nose in that fiery blond hair, held in his fist, and heaved away from the bare nape of her neck. He sensed her beauty with his heart because it was weaved from threads of love and Andrew was all the more confused, how did he think of that? Who is this woman?His lips tasted her sweet delicate skin, and she breathed in a painful broken whine of delight. Her familiar little bottom grinds back against his thick, hard shaft, and he grunts in a sweet passion of pleasure as he believes it twitches and pulses against her. Andrew's hand tightens in her hair, his lips teased over the back of her skin. And the woman moaned. His other hand clasps her waist, pulling her against him before it slides up her smal

Perhaps it was just Cornelius' own illusion, forged out of the sorrow of failing his dear brother. But Darwin had heard it too, had he not? He heard their saint talk to them. Whispered something, or had he been hallucinating?Cornelius looked at his lover. Darwin did not return his regard. He gaped like a figure frozen in shock at the vision of their saint. The paragon.He pursued his gaze. They saw a dark shadow glide out from behind the statue. It stood ten feet tall. Cornelius now understood the scent was not from sacrifices but from the silhouette who absorbed them. The scent was relaxing and clouding their monster knight's minds. They were all lost from the power conjured by the witch. It was to make them believe that their gods were indeed responsive. 'Pathetic knights' the old witch thought to herself. Beyond everything she hated humans. She despised all of them and so they deserve the plague, they deserve to suffer, just like her. She could still hear their voices even though