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
The tension has sparkled to tall heights within the hearts of Percival and Agnos, the son of the undying witch. Together, they sought to know what Daella had in the dark with the red king. "We should find out what it is they are discussing." Percival said as soon as he had pulled Agnos to his side, away from Brienne the beauty.But that did not stop the tavern girl from scooping her ears onto the most quiet air around her, just in case their secret words would escape in her direction."This is our chance to succeed in this quest. If we find a way to know his plans from here, it may save us the journey of a thousand miles." It was true what Percival perceived. Zathryon may be helping them by his being in that place. What if he would spill his evil ambitions against the king's army in that one meeting? Then the prince and the general, with the rest of their men might be able to return with their lives."You believe that the princess is a part of his plans?" Agnos murmured, still bewild
"My heart is blessed to another. There is none of it you can own". Daella said into the red face of Zathryon.Zathryon released a slight smile, reaching his face again into the cup lifted before him. He could sense her heart burning with rage for him, and he wondered why she was still seated before him."Why have you not told the world about me?" He asked her. "Your father, his lords and soldiers. A word from you and your people may stand a chance in defeating me. Believe me, if I am dead, my cause is too. My demons will not fight without my command. And no command shall I give with my head off my shoudlers"."But will you actually stay dead?" She returned to him a question in place of an answer after which the red king wore a pink smile. Then Daella proceeded, saying, "When I put you down, you will never again be able to rise. It will be forever."Her words would indulge a rustle of fear in the heart of any person especially with the way she chose to utter them. But Zathryon was not
The mother of witches stood before the huge waves of the ocean, staring into their vastness as though she could see the future written in their ever rising currents.Behind her was her closest sister, Teresa the second in rank of the witches. Or the second sister as they were called. Teresa knew very well what Marina was thinking about. She knew her so well that she could almost read her mind."The princess of Meredith". Teresa started, taking her place beside Marina and joining her in the sight seeing of the waters. "What will you do about her?"The waters raised to huge heights and dropped again with force, letting away huge splashes and smashes. The waves kept roaring with the wind, but none a single drop was fierce enough to cast a daint on the clothings of the two witches."She has brought these evils upon us, but the waters show us nothing of her future. We know not what problems she shall bring upon us next." Teresa continued. "Her mother once was a bone in our necks of ice, an
Daella walked up the stairs with her face closed to the ground. She did not expect that she would encounter Percival at this tavern."What has he come to do here?" She wondered, climbing up the stairs. He came so close to seeing her face when she collided with him. That would have been a disaster; No one should know that she was meeting with anybody today.As she appeared before him, her host pointed to her a place before him to sit."Please, princess. Sit". He said, rising to pull the little chair before her table so she could sit. After that, he returned to his own place opposite Daella."The entire kingdom is on the lookout for you. My father has developed sleepless nights and my brother is riding with an army to fight you. But you are here, within the sniff of our own noses, drinking and smiling as if all is well". She began, staring in his red eyes."But all is well". He replied. "The wine here is good. The air is nice too. And I have become more popular with the women of Meredit
While the witches paid their last respect to Ircane, her body laid within her cave of flowers. Her son Agnos sat beside it in tears while Percival stood by his side, consoling his loss.Her body now lay beside the little stream of water that flowed in the cave, adorned by the flowers she had nurtured for all her years. There she would stay for years to come without decay.Ircane's body had vanished mysteriously from Ghosti'dor the moment she breathed her last. Anyone would have thought it was the work of Ul Thera, but the wizard was no where to be found.Agnos had thought that his mother would return with the wizard who was his father by her side for he did not know his name nor could he recognize his face. But what he got was only disappointment. His mother, who was supposed to have learnt the art of immortality, dead before him. No wizard, no father. He was now completely alone in his world of mystery. Not completely alone anyway. Percival put a hand on his shoulder."I'm sorry th
In Hayden, Cynthy had almost lost her dear life. She barely escaped from the magical grips of the tall and powerful man who tried to prevent her from entering her new life of freedom.He had appeared from nowhere and offered her revenge."The king of Meredith is neither just nor grateful," he had said. "Is he not deserving of punishment?"A question to which she could not find a voice to reply since her strength was numb and her tongue seemed tied by whatever magical powers this man possessed."Oh! Do you want to decline my offer? I know that the desire for revenge still dominates your heart from within. Why must you deprive yourself of such justice?"She struggled to look in his eyes. His magic had a stronger hold than the thickest chains.And she mumbled, forcefully but audibly. "L-o-v-e".Zathryon chuckled. "Oh love, our excuse for being weak. You know, I also believe in love. In truth, I have a lover among your kind. But at the same time, I know of some good ways through which lov
The princess woke up from another nightmare. She had kept awake all night, falling into a dreamy land of despair each time she fell asleep. At this point, she could no longer keep count of how many dreams she had had tonight.Sitting up on her bed, she checked around for her dear maid but then she remembered. Cynthy would have been by her side the moment she jumped off from bed. She missed her so much at this point.To make matters worse, her last nightmare was all about the maid herself. In her dream, she saw her friend in Hayden, struggling with the pains of death. Bitten by a particularly powerful red demon, she only escaped by the breadth of a needle string. And as she stumbled around the city, unaware of her destination, night robbers got in her way, carting away with the gold the prince had given to her.No one helped her, and she was lying behind an old tavern, dying slowly.It was at this point that Daella woke up. She had no idea why she had seen so many things in her dreams
Over the cold waters on the isle of the witches, the trees mourned for the death of the undying witch.The witches felt a force like never before, rushing against their heart and telling them that they had just lost one of their own. They knew what had happened, but they could not help but be suprised."I know I am supposed to hate her, but isn't she an epitome of witchery? Who knew Ircane never left this world until now? Such a powerful witch she was! The heavens shall sing her name!". Teresa exclaimed in awe or respect. Marina was by her side as she said these things and to the witch mother, Teresa's words were far from truth.The witch mother had always known that the undying witch still lived. That Ircane was always alive within the walls of Meredith which in perfect irony was the worst place for a witch to hide her face. She could always feel her powerful presence anytime she used the power of the isle. Whenever she commanded the waters or used the plants. Ircane's aura always fo
Once upon a long time ago when men were boys, when the old was young and when the wise was foolish, Soatio the great chief of the night fell in love with Ircane the undying witch.She came to him as a priestess, eyes dazzling like the shine of the evening stars. Hers was the most beautiful face he had ever beheld. He could not help but think that all his motives in life were encompassed in her life with him.He thought that her white face was all that the blackness of his skin required. That her balls of light would balance his whorls of darkness. That her love was all he needed and all his dreams would be fulfilled.This he believed to his heart, but she was no goddess to make true his wishes. She never bore the same affection that he endured. In the end, she was only a witch who had come to him to learn a secret that can only be found in Ghosti'dor. He gave her everything she asked for and the ones she could not mention. She used him so much, and she used the secrets she stole from