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
"She has to die!""Kill her!""The seed of a traitor!""Daughter of doom!"A wave of murmur took over the entire throne room."Never!" Daella rose tall in the middle of the council, standing strong for the fate of her best friend. She would not see Cynthy's head cut off from her shoulders. Not in this lifetime.Her beloved maid was on her two knees before the king who sat high on the highest throne. Two soldiers stood mightily by her two sides, their swords so big and scary in their metal sheaths as the entire court gathered to decide her fate."Two times it has been", Lord Robert continued, "And her family has brought no good but waste to the royal house. Never before has this happened, and never again shall it occur!"The tension rose again by his words. And Daerys could not take it where he stood, away from the tension and alone in his thoughts."None of those things is her concern!" Daella objected, ready to defend till her last breath. "Her father became a traitor, but she did he
Meanwhile, far within the thick heaps of dark forests which lay deepest in the hearts of Meredith, Ul Thera found an orchard. In a deep cave which blossomed with flowers. Dark but beautiful, with petals so pleasant and flowers so bright, bringing sight into the darkness. Fresh water flowed with joy at a narrow side within thus cave as sprinkles of sunlight fight their way into its shadows, glowing as bright as the beautous petals.Such beauty was not to be found on the surface world asides within the borders of Maeve. And only one person could recreate the hortiworld the way it was now.He walked into the splendid view, taking joy in the pleasant sights that it presented, and pretending to be unwary of the other presence that he felt."How long have I awaited this day?" A voice welcomed him, and the speaker could soon be seen among the beautiful bushes of flowers. Although her face could not be beheld with clarity, her figure could vaguely be distinguished from the stretching arms of
The king had sentenced Cynthy to a painful death. There was only a few hours left till the hour of execution and Daella remained undeterred. She knew she had to do something before the crow of the roaster. For how could she live a beautiful life without the presence of her best friend?She had tried much to severe her attachments with Cynthy since when she found out of her feelings for Daerys. But the chains of friendship tightened even harder the more she pulled against its lines. It would neither shrewd nor break no matter how much she stroke at it, begging for its destruction. It rather tightened harder in her heart. Surely, they were more than just a mistress and a servant, they were now sisters, bound by heart and held by covenant.And even if Daerys was a dummy who would not fight for his love, Daella remained a fighter till the very end. She knew she had to do something.Stealing away from the walls of the castle, off she rode. Beyond the gates of Arnold and towards the dirty s
When she heard the roaster made its first crow, Cynthy, the daughter of Vagus, knew her days were finally over. Her life had been such an uneventful one, and now it would come to an abrupt end. Being the female half of two children, all she had ever known to learn was hard work and the responsibilities of a lady.Her father would say, "The life of a woman is easy. Be a good daughter, be a good lady, be a good wife, and finally be a good mother. Those are all that make a good woman."If only her life had such ease that he spoke of, then maybe she would have been a better daughter.She could never be a good daughter to him. Aware of his murderer's identity, she only watched as those who killed her father lived on in riches and bliss while she served them in their golden chambers.She wanted to have love, but she forgot her place. The place of a maid lies not by the side of a prince, the place of Cynthy was never with Daerys, the man who slew her father. But she forgot so easily.He had
The chase of the three horses was fierce and brutal. Like a race it was, as the three mounts made after one another, just as a hound would chase after a prey.Zephyr the sneak-out was determined to override the others and take back the maid from her rescuer, whoever he was. He had no idea it was the golden prince who was behind the dark cloak, riding away with the condemned.One thing he knew however, was the involvement of the crown princess in this act against the crown. He watched as Daella rode beside the cloaked fellow, aiming away from Meredith and into the barren lands.They were surely planning to leave through the half desert that spread across Meredith. And it was up to him, a sneak-out, to save the face of the throne."Halt!" He said, for the hundredth time.But his voice disappeared with the wind again, barely making it to the runaways. Even if it did make it to their hearing, nothing would deter them from ignoring his voice. He knew this, thus he renewed his strength, edg
As they stood there in admiration of one another, they could not ignore the admiration of the sight ahead of them, some kilometres away.The top of a few Hayden houses could be beheld from their position. The beauty, the solemn, the calm and the peace that awaited them. If only they would take the step."Come with me", said Cynthy. She was now ready to abscond with him, to be with him till the last of her days. "We can live together as normal people. No one will ever know.""The night there is beautiful, my father told me of it." She continued, speaking each word with a precious care and an inner gladness. "He said that the stars gather at sunset like butterflies in the sky, sparkling and stellar, and they would glitter the eyes of a man with the purple shades of resplendence. The crescent moon compliments their bespangled beauty. A sliver claw among a thousand astrals, he called it."The glare her eyes held was irresistible, and her words were coming directly from none but her heart.
Ul Thera watched from very high up as the cold night winds blew over Ghosti'dor where she stood away from him, proud and secluded on the lowlands. He could see the lighted torches that lined her little borders, forming her walls and guarding her magic, keeping her evils forever in their place.With his three legs, and hyming a quiet rhythm to his heart, he stepped slowly towards the sight, marvelling at the history of these lands.There before him was the land of the dead on the land of the living. Ghosti'dor, the legendary world of nightsingers. Haunted by spirits, housing the dead, and ruled by the living.Very long ago, this land was no more than a barren lowland of strife, pain, hunger and nothing. A land of slaves and peasants, with no place in the world of kings and lords. Until the bequest of the great dragon.Ruby, the great paragon of envy came to them in her mighty wings and colourful flight, bringing an offer to these people of the lowlands. The great dragon gave to them a