"I've explained everything that needs to be done," Dravon said as he rose from his small throne and straightened his somewhat wrinkled royal robe. He observed all the knights sitting to listen and watch him in the hall. "Do you have any questions?"The knights remained silent, perhaps already tired from being asked to do so many things at once. Like searching for Kieran Nyxshade in the vast kingdom of Varidianth without any clues, finding Lunabelle Nightcrown-Silverlake who was likely still with Kieran, preparing for a magical attack in the city of Rainvale, and at the same time, returning to the Valorthorn palace to ensure the country's security did not weaken. But Dravon still held firm to his principle that humans could surpass their own limits when forced.Dravon cleared his throat. "If there are no—"Suddenly, the hall door swung open wide. A moment later, the Crown Prince, Prince Vikrant, entered the hall with a servant and two of his knights. He glanced at the knights, then snor

The morning sunlight gently penetrated through the curtains. The breeze danced beneath the heavy lace. But Elios Silverlake, who was looking down at a text message on his mobile phone, did not feel that way. General Griffin had informed him last night that he had failed his mission, and was probably languishing in the dungeon until the next trial when Elios read his message.A faint smile crossed Elios' face. Only one person could thwart his plans and bring General Griffin to justice. Only one person Elios knew was best at turning black into white and white into black. Someone who enjoyed the game as long as he got the role of God."What's wrong?" Seraphina's hoarse voice made Elios hurriedly put his mobile phone in his pocket and return to reading the document on his lap."Nothing," Elios muttered. "I just found out that my men failed to get Dravon. But, it's all my fault for only sending one person."He turned to see Seraphina stretching her shoulders on his bed. The woman's skin lo

Dravon stepped carefully down the stairs from his brother's jet. Lightning thundered violently in the afternoon sky. A slow drizzle fell from the grey clouds. Hastily, a servant caught up with him and shielded him with an umbrella. But Dravon dismissed the umbrella and pulled his palace robes around his shoulders. He quickened his pace, and looked up. Letting the rain and wind hit his face. Inhaling deeply the scent of the surrounding plantations."We will split up, Your Highness," one of the knights whispered in his ear. Dravon nodded faintly. He stopped at an empty patch of ground. He kicked the ground lightly with his boot, letting the mud soil it. But the drizzle quickly faded the marks of his steps.Dravon hid his disappointment. "Let's wait until the rain stops," he said loud enough for all his subordinates to hear. "You guys keep watch here so no civilians come to mess this place up. I want to visit someone."A car he had hired was waiting by the side of the road. A much more l

A year and a half ago."Dravon?"Before Dravon could turn away from the book he was studying to respond to the call, the book was already snatched from under his arms. "Hey!" Dravon protested.He looked surprised at the five kids surrounding him. Five kids whose faces he remembered well because they always seemed to be with Kieran Nyxshade.There was something in their expressions that made Dravon feel threatened. It made him unsure that they were looking for him in the library with good intentions. "What do you want from me?" Dravon asked."We heard you were invited to Kieran's house yesterday," Emma said, crossing her arms. "We want to know what you were doing there.""You don't need to know," Dravon replied. He adjusted his glasses, which had slipped down his nose. His mind replayed yesterday's events when Kieran invited Dravon to his family's manor. They were just studying together while drinking tea in Kieran's family library. But he was not willing to share that pleasant moment

It such a smooth journey, with the rain dripping more and more heavily on the tarmac, and the scent of the plantation fresh in his nostrils, Dravon couldn't help but smile. Because somehow the scent in Valorus City had never been this fresh. Valorus City had always smelled like dust and magic, a scent that now always felt like home to him.Although the houses were getting rarer and there were not many other vehicles on the road, Julian's car slowed down in front of him. Dravon slowed down as well, enjoying the raindrops that blurred the windscreen. Then Julian's car turned into an abandoned artistic housing estate, and slowed to a complete stop in front of one of the houses. Dravon stopped the car right behind him.Dravon quickly got out of his car. He felt the cold raindrops dripping through his hair. He faintly heard the voices of many people from the direction of the house as he watched it. The house was made of stone and was very old, modelled like a manor house. It made Dravon co