The carriage ride was short. For the first time since she knew him, Taront was nervous. He continued to move his legs up and down nervously, causing the wooden planks forming the floor of the carriage to vibrate. So he's human too, eventually, Taryn thought, looking at him.
Her brave knight, sitting in front of her, observed the landscape from a crack of the green curtains, while Grander, at her side, stared at an indefinite point above Taront's head in front of him, his gaze focused and thoughtful.
Due to a jolt the carriage stopped and all four turned their heads towards the wooden door that opened creaking. Taryn breathed deeply again, as her companions preceded her and exited the carriage, one after the other. The vehicle swayed every time one of them descended and the steps creaked dangerously.
As soon as all the men were outside, Taryn moved to the cloth seat and put her hands on the edge of the door, hoisting herself to get out. As soon as she wa
AthelstanAthelstan walked along the corridor leading to the throne room. The sun penetrated through the large windows of the stone corridor.His mother had left him alone with the counselors and his father. After the decision of the various lords to accompany Athelstan, the king finally decided to attend the meeting with the priests. Athelstan did not know if the choice was dictated by pride or necessity, but he was sure that having him around was not a good idea, his father did not seem in a good mood that day.Athelstan walked down the corridor with wide strides, at his side two lords who were part of the council. He did not remember their names, they were accompanied by the guards whom he had ordered not to let anyone into the throne room to prevent any spread of the news that knights of Haefest were there.When he entered the hall he found his father already seated on the stone throne, the crown shimmering under the sun's ra
AthelstanSilence fell in the hall. Athelstan looked at his father as he stared into the emptiness in front of him."The ancient stories say nothing about the Deorghs, they are beings created, perhaps, after Werod's defeat. The little information we have is terrible and portends dark omens for the kingdom of men," began the master beside the king in a somber tone. "Four beings created with a part of Werod himself, capable of bringing him back to life if they ever combine their powers into one, creating a container, a body capable of being used by pure darkness, which will allow him to walk on the earth again. And if that happens, if the four demons succeed in creating their own Bringan, endless darkness will descend upon the world, and no man can be saved.""Do four of them have to be able to do that? Do they need to unify the power of four Deorghs in order to bring Werod back to earth?" The king turned his head towards the master and s
AthelstanThe place where they had dumped all the debris and waste from the accident was outside the walls, beyond the stone bridge leading to the city, in an uninhabited and flat area at the foot of the promontory. Not even the peasants ventured into that place because of all the legends that had been handed down for generations.Inside the promontory, carved into the rock, there was the great Bochus of Locrand. The place where all the ancient tomes of the old sages had been collected, all the books that told the history of the world and how human beings had been created by the goddess Waruld. And everything there was to know about the great war that had been fought thousands of years before them.For centuries, however, Locrand's Bochus had been completely sealed; the king of Locrand, an ancestor of his, had decided not to let anyone in after atrocities were committed inside.Athelstan remembered the tales of the
SumonSumon walked briskly along the corridors of the fortress. Anyone who met her would make a half-bow and get out of her way, noticing her mood. She was headed to her rooms, feeling the fury growing inside her with every step she took and the blood boiling in her veins."Sumon." Nathan behind her called her, trying to keep up.The embroidered skirt of the green dress she wore rubbed the floor, while she took off the earrings she was wearing, holding them in her hands and rattling them together.The sound of her footsteps echoed on the stone floor as she turned the corner of the corridor, entering the space where her chambers were located. From the balconies she could see the sun on the horizon, now almost completely set, while the sky darkened making the air colder.On the left was the door of her room guarded by two guards who as soon as they saw her bowed their heads.She grabbed the handle and pu
SumonNathan raised his head and looked out, his gaze lost in the void."She's dead. She's gone."He closed his eyes, as if in pain, as if Sumon had just slapped him."She's been dead for five years and she's not going back, you have to keep going, you can't stay in the past forever," she said seriously, in a small voice trying to be as delicate as possible. She didn't want to break him, not entirely."It's to look to the future that I sent Doreon away," Nathan sighed."What?" asked Sumon in surprise. "Do you really think I would be with him while you and I try to have an heir? Do you really think I'm that stupid?" the anger returned to hit her violently."You were stupid enough to talk about something like that in an open place where anyone could hear you!"Nathan said through gritted teeth, turning to his and looking at her fiercely."But no one heard us!" he replied furiousl
When she reached the wooden door, she motioned to the guard to stay out of the room and then entered, without deigning to knock on the door: she did not have to ask permission to stay there. She was Nathan's wife and being in those rooms was her duty at the time.The room was lit by candles scattered everywhere, shadows were casting on the wall, moving from time to time when there was a displacement of air. The windows were closed and the curtains pulled so that the moonlight could not penetrate and illuminate the gloomy space.In the room there were only the masters and Nathan. The king was lying in bed, in the middle of the pillows, his eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily.The prince was sitting next to him, he had one of his skeletal hands between his, he held it tightly and looked him in the face.The masters were around the table in the middle of the room and did nothing but talk to each other and fidget between bottles containing liquids o
The commanderThe commander passed between the barracks of the village, walking slowly overtook the structure created specifically for them, for all three commanders, placed in the center of the village.People were standing in line in front of the counters of their home, waiting for the bag with daily food to be handed to them. The guards were preparing what they needed. Some were positioned behind wooden tables and were arranging bags with food in front of them, while other guards were busy maintaining order and checking that no one disobeyed or created chaos.Everyone would be given food, regardless of who arrived first. It wasn't much, it wasn't enough for them, but the man couldn't do anything more. His hands were tied, there was no other way to help his people.He and his cousin, in four years, had already done everything necessary so that the people of Cynemon could rise up and survive until they found a way
"And the two of you? Why didn't you accompany her?" he asked the other two warriors."And get on that infernal trap that she carry with her?" replied Barclay, taking off his dirty tunic and throwing it to the ground. His Cynemon accent was heard when he spoke in the Cynemon language.He passed the rag over his chest, removing the dirt off his back."Our commander doesn't like to use ordinary transport to reach Mihdel," Lyza replied. Before taking a deep breath and holding his breath, he stuck his head in the bucket of water."So you let her go alone?" he asked. Lyza pulled out her head.The strands of black hair that had not been gathered along with the tail, stuck to her forehead."She's not alone, Vhrax is with her," Lyza said again, rising from the ground and running the cloth around her neck. "A dragon is worth more than a thousand soldiers," she continued, approaching him."And then," Barclay injected, "it was a silent and stealt
Victoria opened her lips and Athelstan slipped his tongue into it, beginning to make her play with his as he placed his hands on the girl's hips and pushed her towards the bed. Meanwhile, Victoria ran her hands over his bare chest until she reached the laces of his pants which she began to untie frantically.Arriving near the bed, Athelstan pulled his mouth off hers and made her turn her back. He moved her hair to the side and lowered the tiny shoulder strap of her dress, as he bent down to kiss her bare collarbone, unfastening her bodice with his fingers.Victoria reached out and dipped her fingers into Athelstan's red hair as he continued to lick and suck the bare skin of her neck.When he finally finished with the last lace, the dress loosened and Athelstan slid it down from her body, slowly stroking with his palms the skin that was gradually freed from the light fabric. His mouth continued his fiery battle with the skin of her neck, kissing and sucking
AthelstanAthelstan's chambers were dark when he entered with a servant in his ribs. While Athelstan took off his belt with his sword and rested it on the wooden table, the boy moved silently from one side of the room to the other, quickly lighting candles placed throughout the large space.After finishing with the candles and lighting the room thanks to them, the servant took leave leaving him alone.Huffing, Athelstan took off his tunic from above his head, remaining with his chest uncovered, sat down in the chair and poured some wine into the cup, emptying it immediately afterwards with a single sip.He raised his head to the ceiling and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. In a few days he would come face to face with Nathan Fannil and would have to swallow all the resentment and hatred that would certainly fill him. Pretend nothing, perhaps pulling out one of his brightest smiles, trying to control the impulse th
"The Sunauras were majestic creatures and managed to defeat and seal the power of the Ucrie. They confined him, but made a small sacrifice. They also had to confine the power of all other men, they bound it to the lives of those who later became the Old Men. As long as at least one of them remained alive, that power would never be released. Left alone and defenseless, Werod had to deal only with the Sunaura. A face-to-face confrontation, but despite the great power they had, they could not defeat him. When they were almost completely annihilated, the Sunaura combined their powers and one of them collected them to defeat him definitively, creating their own Bringan. The elected used all the power in his body to seal Werod.""Seal?" asked Taryn, confused."Killing Werod was impossible, so the Chosen One simply sealed him along with all his demonic creatures," Elhias explained."But not the Ucrie.""The Ucrie were now powerless and no longer posed a
"When it happened, my father decided to take her to the priestesses and there we met a woman, one of the Ucrie," Elhias said, his gaze lost and his mind turned to those old memories."A Ucria?" she asked in surprise.Elhias nodded. "She was, before she became a priestess herself.""You really saw a Ucria," Taryn said in disarray."They're not three-headed monsters, Taryn. They are human beings like us," Elhias said with a laugh."Didn't you ever think it could be dangerous? Could she be a spy?""The Docria trusted her blindly, if the ancient priestess can trust a Ucria, I don't see why I shouldn't too," Elhias replied, shrugging his shoulders, as if it were the most normal thing in the world."Do you realize that you trust others too much?" said Taryn in an exasperated tone."What can I do, I like to see the good in people," he replied, winking."What did the Ucria tell you?" Taryn immediately changed the subject.
Taryn"Bring Werod back to life?" asked Taryn surprised. "Werod is just a legend. A story to scare children.""Behind every story there is a kernel of truth, Your Majesty. For example, children are told the stories of great warriors with extraordinary magical powers and we ourselves are led to think of magic as a frivolity, as a story created just to entertain us when we were children, but the other day you saw what happened. You saw what you did."Taryn remembered the incident a few days earlier. That strange force that even now she felt circulating in her body and was doing everything to keep her at bay. It threatened to take over, to escape from her like an indomitable tiger trying to escape from the cage in which she had been locked for years."It was just an illusion, a coincidence. I slammed into the table and the jug broke," she said, shaking her head."You slammed so hard that you made the jug explode
"Rotten? How is this possible? They died yesterday or am I wrong?" Sumon turned her head towards him, looking at his profile, while Nathan stared at an undefined point in front of him and drank. The apple that came down, while he swallowed the wine."It's the same thing I asked for when I got there. But then one of the farmers opened one of the beasts, showing me what really frightened him. As soon as he opened the meat, a dark, thick liquid poured out of it, releasing a disgusting smell. Half of my stash started vomiting just with the smell." He inhaled deeply as if his nostrils were still filled with that smell, as if he could feel it even in the room. "The exterior was normal, but the interior was disgusting. The flesh was beginning to take on a black color and the organs were completely rancid, as if it had been dead for weeks. Not even the crows approached to feast." He shrugged his shoulders as if he had been struck with a shiver of disgust."That's not a good om
SumonSumon took off her clothes and slipped into the tub filled with boiling water carefully prepared by the maids that evening.Night had fallen quickly on that cloudy day, the moon was not visible, covered with thick gray clouds, making it dark and dark.She took a deep breath and let the scent of the oils envelop her completely, relaxing her.Before leaving her alone, the servants had served her dinner and lit a few candles inside the room, making the environment gloomy, but welcoming.She had left the food on the table, not touching it in the slightest, her appetite had disappeared. Her stomach had been closed from the moment a messenger arrived from the borderlands with Locrand.The new queen closed her eyes and rested her head on the wooden edge of the tub, letting the hot steam and perfumes fill her nose, relaxing all the tense muscles of her body.Nathan had left immediately to go check the situation
"Do you think I don't know the movements of every legion in the army, Pix?" Doreon narrowed his eyes. "Whether you like it or not, your troops are part of Haefest's army and coincidentally I am its commander, so you and your men answer to me," Doreon continued in an authoritarian tone.He had not moved an inch, he had maintained a relaxed position all the time, intimidating the lord in front of him."At least they were right to trust you," Pix said. Doreon looked at him, for a moment, confused. "My father and other lords had high expectations of you, mostly due to your ancestry, of course." Doreon continued to stare at him without uttering a word. "Did you think that the king had chosen you, a little boy, moreover the son of a man convicted of treason, as commander of the army because you know how to do some trick with the sword? Every choice is supported by the council and the lords and we, or rather some, have made your name, alluding to the fact that a young and fre
DoreonThey had camped in a dense forest, the vegetation covering the smoke of the fire they had lit to warm themselves that night. They had successfully hunted a deer that had satiated them for that hard day's journey.In a few days they had managed to reach the border of Haefest. Doreon had pushed the horses almost to the limit to be able to get there as quickly as possible.He knew that Nathan wanted the message delivered as soon as possible and Doreon always obeyed the orders given to him, even if many times he did not like them.He threw the cleaned bone into the fire as he watched his men, chosen by him for the journey, giggling like idiot boys.Doreon had sat on the sidelines, away from his companions, so he couldn't hear what they were telling to each other about so much fun. Not that he wanted to or cared. He looked at them through the flames of the fire that was placed between them, like a wall placed between Dor