All Chapters of Court Of Fae And Ruin: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

With a trembling hand, I raised my bow, eyes locked on the approaching Algoth. Despite the tremors coursing through me, I fought to maintain my composure, arrow poised to strike. The atmosphere around me grew tense, each spectator holding their breath in anticipation.As the Algoth drew nearer, I steadied my aim, heart pounding in my chest. With a swift release, I let the arrow loose, the projectile hurtling toward the creature's heart. Yet, just as it seemed destined to find its mark, the Algoth veered upward, narrowly avoiding the strike. This one was cunning, far more so than its forest kin.Inhaling sharply, I swiftly nocked another arrow, determination fueling my actions. Taking position against the iron bars, I knelt, ready to take aim once more. The crowd erupted into cheers and shouts, their voices echoing through the stadium, urging me on.As I faced the relentless onslaught of the Algoth, it dawned on me that to the spectators, I was nothing more than entertainment—a mere pa

The eerie echo of keys rattling in the distance Sends a chill coursing through my body, and I instinctively press myself against the cold, damp wall of the cave. Time seems to crawl at a sluggish pace, stretching out like an endless abyss. It could be hours or mere minutes since I was thrown into this dark, desolate cell, but every passing moment feels like an eternity.With a heavy sigh, I slump down against the unforgiving stone floor, my back protesting against the uncomfortable position. My gaze flickers to the entrance of my cell, scanning it with cautious apprehension. The faint glimmer of torchlight dances along the corridor, casting eerie shadows that seem to shift and writhe with a life of their own.As the footsteps draw closer, accompanied by the ominous clanging of metal against metal, my heart rate quickens, anticipation coiling in the pit of my stomach like a slumbering serpent. The sound halts abruptly, leaving a deafening silence in its wake.I run a trembling hand thr

I can't shake off the haunting memory of the pixie's final moments, the sound of his last cry for help echoing in my mind, and the sight of his blood staining the arena floor. My hands rub together instinctively, as if trying to cleanse the imagined stain from my consciousness.Night after night, I'm plagued by nightmares, where the looming figure of the Algoth draws closer, its monstrous form casting a shadow over me. In my dreams, my hands are bound like the pixie, rendering me powerless as it inches closer, its claws poised to strike at my heart. Each time, I'm abruptly awakened by the terror of the moment, my heart racing with fear.Curling up on the cold, damp floor of my cell, I try to steady my breathing, the remnants of dried tears clinging to my cheeks, a silent cry to the turmoil raging within me.My gaze fixates on the scroll bestowed upon me by Valen. It holds the key to my freedom, the final trial separating me from returning home to Ferngrove. "I am the bridge between

Everything was black for a while, and all I saw were stars. Bright, shining stars plastered on the night sky, looking so pretty. It was like I had been transported to the top of a mountain, so close to them that if I stretched my hand just a little, I'd be able to touch them.Feel them. Maybe they'd send tingles running through my body. Cool air rushed through me, startling my senses. I suddenly felt a chill, but then it was fine all of a sudden.And then there was another light. A very bright light. Was I dead? Or perhaps dying?My body didn't feel as plagued with pain as before; perhaps that was the sweet touch of death. Death is fragile. Death is painless. Death is sweet. Smoky tendrils tickled my skin, stirring me to move my lashes, but they refused to open. I tried and tried, but still, they remained shut.The soft touch continued weaving through my body before I heard a voice in my head. "Wake up, Red."My eyes snapped open in an instant. I was met with a stony ceiling and a gol

The door swung open, and my father stepped into the room, his stern features momentarily softened by surprise. He paused, his eyes flicking between Edina and me, processing the unexpected reunion. His breath caught, and for a moment, he seemed unable to speak."Father," I greeted him, my voice steady despite the swirl of emotions within me."Maerwynn," he replied, his voice gruff but not unkind. "I didn't expect to see you here.""Nor did I," I admitted, forcing a small smile. "But it's good to be home."His gaze lingered on me, a storm of emotions crossing his face—relief, curiosity, disbelief. He took a tentative step forward, his hand reaching out as if to confirm I was real. "We- We thought you were dead. After all this time in Faerie land, we thought you were lost to us forever.""I nearly was," I said quietly, memories of the harrowing journey flashing through my mind. "But I survived."He shook his head, a mix of awe and confusion evident. "How did you escape? No one has ever