TOWER OF VOCÍ As the leader of the coven, much were expected from Grindila this night. The night where they had to acknowledge their sisters who had passed by this time last night. The smoke of the fire which her sisters had set at the midst of the castle's compound to keep them warm was rising unto her face through the window. She heard her sisters sing as she was still in her room putting on her clothes for the ritual. The sound of their voices, and the melody which came out of all their mouths reached Grindila's ears and clouds of tears formed over her eyes. She closed her eyes and hummed along the song they sang in their dialect. Recalling the memories of what happened by this very time last night. She was already dressed in a red ball gown like every one of her sisters would be dressed in tonight, and then putting on her gold necklace. As she continued to hum, she sat on her bed and slipped her feet into the flat wooden sole heel and fastened it. She heard a knock on her d
TOWER OF IVÁDIA Nika was walking to her room through the passage which was partially lit, not as bright as it normally was, as only 5 torches on her right side were lit, and just three from her left side. It seemed like the rest were burned out. She heard quick footsteps behind her and She turned, seeing nothing but a trail of nothingness stalking in the darkness behind her. She continued to walk but with a slight increase in the pace of her movement. She heard the footsteps again and she looked over her left shoulder quickly. “Althea! Is that you?... Varia?” She asked to confirm if someone was with her in the passage. Her brows furrowed as she did not hear any reply. Her heart skipped a beat as she stared into the darkness once again. She turned to her front and gasped as she saw her mother's face an inch away from hers —bumping unto her chest, she retracted her movement. Her mother was not happy. Her eyes, they frightened Nika. The rage in her eyes made her walk a few steps
THE WEST: THE GREEN RIVER It was morning and it had been 3 days since they started this journey. The west was like a world of its own if you were trying to reach it from the opposite side which was the east. Gastrus was tired and he could not walk anymore, he could only manage to trudge along the wastelands. The edge of his garment was sweeping through the sands of the barren land they walked on. As he trudged, trailing Elena, he looked back to the people behind them and saw that they were as tired as he was. No one dared to speak in opposition to Elena, no matter how tired they all were, they could not dare speak to her about making out time to rest in this journey with a great quest to find the green river of the west. Elena was the strongest amongst them, as she was almost no longer human. The spirits she carried inside of her was like an extra pack of strength which refreshes every bit of energy she would have lost along the way like everyone of them. After smiting all the
CAVES OF EFLIE Iasias was sitting on the rock which was only few steps away from the waterfall. Its closeness to the waterfall allowed few drops of water to bounce on his skin and his trousers as they poured heavily on the rocks and bounced off it. He just took his bath and was still shirtless as he was cleaning his shoes with the wet rag on his lap. He rolled up his trousers so that it would not get wet from the water that kept flowing the place where he set his feet. After polishing his shoes with the rag, he got up and set them on a rock which was the perfect place to set it here as the sun reached it perfectly. He walked bare footed back to the rock on which he was sitting and took his wet shirt off it, he squeezed the remaining water out of it and spread it upon another rock which was under the sun. He walked back up to the caves and saw Elvio sitting under the tree trying to bore a hole into one of the four coconuts before him. Iasias grinned as he approached him. “Where di
TOWER OF IVÁDIA Nika was outside the Inner gate, taking a stroll around the compound with Althea. Some of their sisters were walking past them, and others were having a good time by sitting around and letting the morning wind graze their skins. Althea was nibbling on a red apple as she walked beside Nika. “About the dream, what is your next plan?” She asked and Nika turned to her. “We heard how the dwellers of the east slayed the dragons, and we also know that we can't slay them or cause them harm by using our powers. You saw what happened out there, the day that Mother and Amaia passed, I flung two spears towards it and they were shattered the moment they touched its skin... It shows that no weapon can penetrate its skin,” Nika said to her and she stopped nibbling on her apple and looked to her. “So, what are you trying to say?” She asked with such curiosity, and in certainty that Nika already had a plan in mind. “What I'm trying to say is that we won't fight them,” Nika said t
THE WEST (THE GREEN RIVER) After Gastrus confirmed that the green river was behind the bushes, Elena was standing in front and every other person were standing behind her back. She pushed the bushes, parting them open so she could have access to it. She pulled it apart and walked, taking a step to the other side. Her feet touched the sands of the seashore and she closed her eyes slowly. The chirping sounds of the birds reached her ears and she opened her eyes immediately. She saw the green river ahead, the edge of her garment swept the sands as she walked further —approaching the river. She looked back and noticed that they all were awaiting a signal from her before they joined her at this side. “Join me!” Elena intoned and Gastrus was the first to walk through the bushes to join her, and the rest of them followed, trailing each other. She turned to her front —facing the river once again as she continued to walk. They reached the edge of the shore, and the sea would reach their
TOWER OF IVÁDIA — THE WEST It was night now, and Althea was still waiting outside for the figan to arrive as she sat on the bench which was near the nest. She was not asked to wait for the figan outside, but she only came to sit by the tree and let the night wind grazed her skin. The loud cry of the figan reached her ear and her eyes widened as she got up hurriedly. She looked to the inner gate and she saw Nika walking out of it hurridly, in anticipation to attain the knowledge of where the dwellers of the east were. “The figan, I hear its cry... It is near,” Nika said to Althea and she nodded. “Yes, yes, sister... I was about coming to inform you,” Althea said to her as she walked down to her. “It was faster than I expected, others should be made as fast as this one as we cannot afford any delays in our mission to get our hands on the Callibra,” She said to Althea and she nodded as they looked up into the sky beyond the main gate. They still heard its cry, this time it so
CAVES OF EFLIE After deciding on what to do, they had finally decided to proceed with Iasias plan. It was finalized last night after Iasias brought the idea earlier in the morning yesterday, now a new day had come upon them, and this was the day they sent their words across to Ivádia for the trade, giving them their people in return for giving the witches the Callibra. “So, here it is! There's only one thing stopping us from reaching out to the witches now, a volunteer,” said Dalmatius and Iasias got up from the rock upon which he sat. “Give me the scroll, I'll fly to Ivádia and deliver it,” Iasias said to Dalmatius as he had finished drafting the message. Iasias knew that they were all battling with the thought of who would volunteer to go and he could only make it easier for them. No one wanted to be the one to go to Ivádia, but it did not stop the fact that the message must be delivered that morning. “Are you sure about this boy?” Dalmatius asked and Iasias nodded —tucking hi