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CALLIBRA: THE CURSED EYE OF ARAK *CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
TOWER OF LIVÁDIAKATERINA’S POV It's morning, I just got up from bed and I haven't even looked into the mirror. I haven't been taken care of myself lately as a woman bearing a child in her stomach should. I stand with my loose garment in front of the mirror and I place my hand gently on my stomach and I sigh. I reach for the wooden cup which contains water from last night, resting on the table and I gulp down the water in it. The cup slips off my hand as the door flings open and I'm startled. It is Varia. She has a fierce look on her face and she seem like she has a lot in her heart to pour out. She has not spoken a word ever since she entered, she has only been glaring at me. “You know, there is a door before a room for a reason,” I say to her, turning back to the mirror —still placing my hand on my stomach. “That wouldn't be your door if Nika was here. Why are you taking everything away from her?” She asks.“That was harsh young lady. Me taking over Nika’s r
CALLIBRA: THE CURSED EYE OF ARAK * CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
ISLE OF AGAR The smell of alcohol is what brought me back to consciousness. I open my eyes and I smack my head to resist the headache. Sunlight smites my eyes and I quickly shield them from from its intensity. I try to get up but I can't, instead I roll down the tiny bed I found myself lying on. I groan as I drop heavily to the floor. I lie on my back and my eyes wander the whole room. It is small, there's a red carpet at its center, a rocking chair backing the wall opposite me, several cloaks hanging on an iron rod, a mahogany stool and a ragged curtain at its door. I manage to get up and I trudge towards the door cautiously. My hand sweeps the curtain and I step out of the room. There's an old man by the fire just in front of the room. There's a black pot hanging above the the fire, I peep and I see that there's a liquid bubbling in the pot, the smell of alcohol is strongest in this region so I believe the liquid in the pot is the source of the smell
CALLIBRA: THE CURSED EYE OF ARAK *CHAPTER EIGHTY
TOWER OF LIVÁDIAKATERINA'S POV I'm restless. I have long returned back to the castle with Althea after failing to find the slave who escaped. The figans returned back long ago, and he could not be found anywhere near the castle. I keep pacing all over my room until I hear the knock on my door."Who is it? Come in!" I shout to whoever is at the door and the door handle turns. Sister Althea walks in and sigh."Any news about the him?" I ask and she shakes her head."What are we to do about this?" I ask and she exhales. "I don't know what else to do," she says to me and I sigh. "Send out the figans again, we must find him," I Instruct her and she leaves. It is night, and so I know I have to get some sleep. If not for me, for the one I'm carrying.ISLE OF AGARIASIAS' POV We've been walking around the Island. We left Berin's house since morning and now the moon has risen over our heads. Just when I'm about to give up walking, and probably ask him to take me back if it was going t
CALLIBRA: THE CURSED EYE OF ARAK CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE
IASIAS' POVI'm on my way to Livádia, I've been traveling with Berin by my side since the night we met Gastrus. He insists we travel by foot so we do not attract the eyes of the dwellers of the east or the witches and their instruments.We have exhausted a morning and a night after the night we met Gastrus, and it is morning now. We hope to get to Livádia before the dwellers of the east reaches them. Berin has tied a rope to the bag holding the Callibra and he hangs it over his neck. It has been a journey through seas and oceans, lands, mountain and forests.“I believe we are near,” Berin shouts to me as I stop to drink from my jar. VARIA'S POVI roll out of my bed, tired. I spent last night sitting by Nika’s door hoping the spell would wear off a bit to give me a chance to speak to Nika, but instead I found out that the spell has being enhanced even more than it was earlier. Last night, I couldn't even see her through the boundary clearly, I could only see her in a blur. I slip my
CALLIBRA: THE CURSED EYE OF ARAK CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
NIKA'S POVI'm sobbing, my life has been miserable ever since I got back to Livádia. The choices I made lead to Iasias being captured. I'm ashamed of myself for everything I have been part of, what I have believed in, what I have fought for. It all was backed by selfishness. I won't be able to live with myself if Iasias is executed. After considering everything, my eyes dart to the long, thick rope in my hand and I sigh. My eyes move slowly from the rope and I glance upwards to the ceiling, causing my eyes to meet the metal hock hanging out of my ceiling. ELVIO’S POV The sounds of people fighting wakes and so did it for Domminick and Dalmatius. We three were locked in the same dungeon, and we still doesn't know anything about Iasias or his whereabouts. We heard he was going to be executed and then we heard nothing more. “What is going on out there?” I hear Domminick sat to Dalmatius.“I don't know. What do you think it might be?” Dalmatius asks Domminick and he sighs. We all c
CALLIBRA: THE CURSED EYE OF ARAK CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE
IASIAS' POVI rush out of the falling castle with my hands tied to Nika’s. We pass the back door as Nika suggested and we arrive at the compound. Varia runs to us and hugs Nika. “I need to get my friends out of the dungeon,” I say to Nika, placing my hand on her cheek and she nods. Just before I take a step, she calls to me, “be careful!” And I nod with a grin. I reach the dungeon and I break through the metal door of the dungeon. The building is already falling apart, as crumbles of sands fall off the cracks on the wall. They are startled as they can't see who it is. I punch a hole into the ceiling and light floods the entire room. I'm half transformed, but they all recognize me.“How are you—” “How is this possible?” “How—”All three of them asks, shocked to see that I'm still a dragon, not even the type we last were, but a different species.“I will answers all your questions, I promise. First, we have to get out of here before it collapse,” I say to them and they completely
CALLIBRA: THE CURSED EYE OF ARAK CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR
C I R E N A Somewhere in the wild outskirt of Eflie, an isolated cave that rested far off the caves of Eflie was basking underneath the moonlight. A quiet night in an indeed lonely region. A place where humans dreaded to be. No one in his or her right senses would ever settle in a place beyond the grassland. It was an outrageous idea, and only one with a supernatural ability can think of such a space as a home.The witches. . .Only a witch, or one who have had an equivalent power in the past would have had such authority and guts to step into a region as deadly as this one. * * * *“Lydia!” “Sister, the time has come. The moon has taken the last turn. The very one we have been waiting for,” Dria shouted as her hand swept the piece of rag that was hanging over the entrance of the cave. It was thick enough to serve it's purpose, keeping out the intense cold that persisted. The voice of Dria shook Lydia from her sleep back to consciousness. She had been sleeping through
CALLIBRA: THE CURSED EYE OF ARAK THE DAUGHTERS OF NATURE
Those who possessed such great powers given to them by nature itself, the witches of Ivádia.Ivádia was one of the four regions of the world where humans could survive. The other three regions were Landiá, Vocí and Piliá.Only about a hundred women from Ivádia were blessed with these powers. This tribe of witches is mainly called "the daughters of nature", because since the beginning of time they could only give birth to female, so no man ever emerged from this gender.Originally, these powers were used to heal others.Over time, they realized how deeply ingrained their powers were. They realized that they could do more with their powers than save lives. They saw how much people without powers depended on them, and they thought highly of themselves.The rule of the witches crept out of Ivádia and spread across all four regions, dominating and enslaving others.People without this gift were called Mandrins, a name given to them by the witches, meaning powerless. Mandrins were generally
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