Alastair's eyes slowly opened as the terrible headache he was feeling slowly wavered. For a moment, his vision was darkened and he could barely see, no he could not see at all. He stood in the empty space of nothingness, listening to his breath as his chest heaved up and down.What was the last thing he remembered?He could not even think. He tried to pull his thoughts back but all that came to him was the same pitch-black darkness. It was like something was clouding his mind, and whatever it was, Alastair was sure to find out.He took a step forward, and that was when the world around him took a drastic turn. He could see the darkness slowly rearranging itself, gaining light, little by little, like a new world was being formed. He stood where he was and pondered on what he knew.It was the ethereal realm, it had to be. And only Asmodeus could do that right? Pull him from his consciousness into a dream. Only Asmodeus had that effect on him. Sorcerers could do it but he was certain non

The pain. That was the last thing I remembered. My head was blank after that. Hela, myself and the mages I had managed to convince not to follow my brother anymore had been heading to the palace. Something had smacked my head and knocked me out.But what was it? Who did it?My subconscious mind continued to question itself when I felt like I was being drawn into a dream. The feeling was calm and inviting, and unlike other dreams, I have had in the past, the feeling was different.But I followed it.I suddenly found myself inside the palace. But it was not the palace I could remember at that point. It was from a time, about sixteen years ago. I still remembered because I helped set up the designs.What was I doing there? How was I even there?"Hello?"I called out but no one answered. No one was home. I was all alone and that began to freak me out. Imagine being the only person inside a large palace. It was not a nice feeling"Anyone here?"I called out again but yet, but I was met wi

"Ahh!""Hela screamed as the horse came to a stop. Tears fell from the sides of her face and when Miranda approached her, grabbing her by the arm, she sobbed."Kevin, help me!"Miranda called out to Kevin who quickly unmounted his horse and grabbed Hela, bringing her down from the horse. They helped her sit but she still kept on crying.And she was losing so much blood."This is bad. Really bad."Kevin said as he checked the Dept of the wound. He was no healer but he wasn't blind as well."We need to get her to a healer. We do not know how far the wound goes. And she is losing so much blood." Miranda said to Kevin."Yeah. But question is, where do we get a healer? We are still at least thirty minutes away from the capital and not to mention, we probably have other sorcerers looking for us right now. The best place she can get the treatment she needs is the Keep." Kevin replied."But the keep is too far away. She might not make it. We have to look for other alternatives." Miranda ment

Cara slowly opened her eyes as the waves from the river washed up on her. She groaned, her head banging severely as she tried to adjust her eyes to the rising morning sun.The sun itself was not friendly for the first thing she saw was the round yellow globe sending a bright directly into her eyes. She squinched her eyes, breathed shakily, and tried to get up.But her entire body arched.It felt like she had been beaten. She tried to move her leg but she received intense muscle aches which made her cry out. What the hell happened with her? She wondered. She could hear ravens cawing from a distance and the river bank she was washed up on was mostly empty, save for a few things here and there that littered everywhere.She managed to stand up and looked across the river. She knew she was no longer in Brheila. Everything had changed. She realized she needed to go back as soon as she could. What was the last thing she remembered? She wondered.Nothing came to her at first, so she took her

*Few days before meeting Alastair*Cara watched as the man she was targeting made a pass toward a tavern. There weren't a lot of people outside at that time. She crunched behind the large empty barrels and observed the man go inside. He was rich and she knew that fact. She needed t steal from him, or like she always says 'pick his pocket.'She did not consider herself a thief, at least not a real one. So when the man had gone inside, she slowly stepped out of her hiding place and proceeded to go in. A cart filled with wine suddenly pulled up before her and she had to jerk back to avoid getting hit."Watch where you're going, boy!" The Rider spat.She scoffed right at his face and walked into the tavern. She dressed like a boy. It was her trademark.There was a large man at the door who would have refused her access but luckily for her, he turned away for a moment and she quickly dashed inside. She was able to locate the man she wanted to steal from. He was gambling at a table and they