When the king told everyone to exit his chamber so he could speak with the wizard Ul Thera in private, the princess knew that her request was being considered. She knew her father too well, he would have rejected the idea the very moment she mentioned it. But no, he just lay there and listened while she brought up the redemption of sorcery in Meredith. Surely, he had no intention to reject her. Afterall, he had no other choice now; compromise was his better option.Daerys knew this as well. He saw it clearly in Morrys eyes. It was only a matter of time before his majesty gave in and allowed wizards passage into Meredith.This could be good news, but was no less of a bad news especially since it had come from Daella. What did his cunning sister have in mind?"Well, it seems my plan is working afterall. It would only be a matter of time before these people see me as the right heir. And they shall have no choice but bow before their queen!" She told herself. As Daella walked behind her

It had been almost two days since Percival was sent after the wild beasts who escaped from the royal palace. Tension had started to grow among the soldiers of General Arthogan. What could have happened to the son of the general?Arthogan did not disclose his son's predicament to any member of the royal council, nor did he present his case. But he was not at rest in his heart. He wished he had not sent the boy after those beasts."I should have known better than entrust him with that responsibility. He is always uncalm and forward. What would his mother say now?" He pushed away the tray of food which was set elegantly on the table before him. He was fuming with rage and fear."Mother shall know nothing of this." Smaragdus said, assuring his father. "I shall find him!""No!" The general rejected the idea. "You shall remain here in the royal palace with the prince. The havoc that plagues our land right now, I do not think he is alive anymore."Smaragdus was taken aback."You think he has

As the curtains of night drew upon Meredith, the people remained still in their large numbers under the receding sun, chanting and reciting the same words over and over again. While some parts of the crowd sang songs of war and restraint, the young brave men swarmed towards the royal palace so they could join the war and fight alongside their brothers against the red one.They moved in a long line towards the general's base to swear their loyalty and commit their swords to his command.The general admitted them even though he knew that they were mostly young lads who had no experience in battle. But what to do? Warriors were needed more than wine right now. He remembered his pact with Prince Daerys. If their plan would go on to succeed, he would need enough men to make up for the number of soldiers who would ride away with Daerys to the end of the world. Even though he wondered if the action was really necessary anymore now that the king had returned earlier than expected, he remai

A young warrior found his way past the groups of men who were swearing their swords to the crown against the red king. He was awed by the magnificence of the royal palace.All his life, he had always watched from afar. The beauty, the greatness and the might, all bestowed on the house of Arnold. Now all that was right in front of him.He stared with his eyes in his mouth as he walked the length of the palace. Ahead of him spread the most elegant picture he had ever beheld. The walls shined like diamond, bearing almost no difference to the silver windows. From upclose, it seemed like the height of the palace reached into the deep heavens.These lures of beauty caught him in their trap and led him away from his companions. Slowly, the chants of the soldiers faded into the rustle of the wind. Till he was far away from where he could recognize.Everywhere was as silent as a grave, even the chants of soldiers could not be heard again. The only remaining voice was that of birds as they flap

The feel of the floor was cold to her skin as was the touch of the strange dark sword which lay closely upon her neck, stretching back to the arms of the shadow and threatening to push further into her throat.The mysterious soldier wore a dark cloak that pulled over his face, emanating coldness. Looking deep into his face, Daella could not see a thing until she looked even harder, and then she beheld his two orb shaped grey eyes.They stared at her so close, and yet felt so far as though they looked upon her from afar. Dark and cold, but yet so distant.It seemed as if he wasn't real, but the head of the unfortunate soldier still lying dead and cold on the ground beside her was enough testament to the shadow's realism. He could have killed her, but something in him would not allow it. She could see it. And she could feel it. A strange power, stronger than his will, keeping him rooted in his steps and transfixed before her.For so long, he only stared and stared until his grip became