Khalodi wrote something down and gave it to Rafi to deliver to General Kaminski and Gray in their various cells.“Deliver it to Kaminski and Gray, ensured you're not followed and make sure you don't read it as well.”Yes General, Rafi took the paper and saluted before leaving.Caitlyn woke up and she looked around the tent. She was confused, the body beside her scared her, everything scared her. What does it mean to have an intimate time with the villain? Where was she? Was she still dreaming or was it real? She was drenched in her own sweat. Her heart thumped hard in her chest but there was no one to talk to. She hadn't had much friends, Cassandra and her mother was all she ever had since leaving the princess’ space. What was he doing in her dream? She actually thought it was Rafi who she was sharing such special moments only to see Khal Duraho. The same Khal Duraho that forcefully took the twins. The dream was so weird and what was weirder was that she hardly dreamt. She always hea

The walls really had ears. Khal Duraho was not shocked, he saw it coming but he would be lying if he said he didn't feel betrayed. He was about to give him everything he wanted after the capture of Marx but it would have been his greatest mistake yet alive. He tiptoed back to his room.The moon stared at them high up in the sky casting a warm, golden glow across the enormous castle. Rafi's heart raced as he hurried through the winding paths, his eyes darting from side to side, searching for any sign of Cassandra.He had to be smart and do whatever it took even if it meant taking his own brother, his loyalty was only to General Khalodi. His mind still reeling from the news he was just told. Khal Duraho's fury had been palpable, his eyes burning with a cold, calculating rage that sent a shiver down Rafi's spine.He looked into Khalodi's eyes in their last conversation, all he saw was fear.As he rounded a corner to the infirmary, Rafi caught a glimpse of a manly figure. The guard that

There was no better time to flee than now. With tension covering the clouds of the castle, Khalodi, realizing that Khal Duraho had uncovered his deception, bolted out of the castle with Cassandra close behind. Khal Duraho, his face contorted with rage, rallied his men and gave chase, determined to capture the fleeing pair.The castle, a sprawling labyrinth of towers and corridors, provided ample hiding places, but Khalodi's familiarity with the terrain gave him a slight advantage. He darted through the shadows, his heart pounding, as Cassandra struggled to keep up."We have to find a way out of here!" Cassandra whispered urgently, her eyes darting around the dimly lit hallway.Khalodi nodded, his mind racing. "I know these halls better than anyone. Follow me, and stay close."They rounded a corner, only to be met with the sound of thundering footsteps. Duraho's men were closing in, their shouts echoing through the castle.Khalodi grabbed Cassandra's hand and pulled her into a narrow

Rafi had never had anyone ask about him. He always seemed inconsequential and for someone to notice him, then there was a liking. Not that he wasn't all what the women would want or need, but he was a mere guard and guards never got that special treatment. He didn't know Caitlyn had something for Rafi, that means he made a good first impression. Rafi my man, why are you not here to see your first crush? He imagined shaking him in their traditional way, Rafi was like a brother and amongst all other wonderful characteristics in which he possessed, he was fun!O poor Rafi, he hoped he was still alive. He sacrificed a lot for them to be there. He wasn't where he was without him, he was a crucial part of his journey. If Khal Duraho was smart, he won't kill him, he will use him to get to them. He didn't mind that as far as it made a possibility for him to be alive. Bul Khal Duraho always never thought with his brain, his actions were mostly by impulse and it lacked firm reasoning.Caitlyn r

In the depths of the ancient forest, where the trees stood tall and proud, a circle of witches gathered beneath the light of the full moon. Their faces were illuminated by the flickering flames of their torches as they stood in solemn silence, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them.They had sensed the shift in the balance of power, felt the ripple of magic that had swept through the forest like a whisper on the wind. And now, as they watched the babies transform into dragons, they knew that their time had come.With a sense of purpose that bordered on obsession, the witches set to work, gathering their ingredients and preparing their spells. They knew that the dragons were a force to be reckoned with, creatures of immense power and strength. But they were not afraid, for they wielded a power of their own – a power that had been passed down through generations, a power that had been honed and refined over centuries of study and practice.As the dragons took flight and dis