A black cloak sweeps across the dried ruffled leafs that were scattered across the floor by the wind. Their was a slight echo of wind and the cold chill of it causing goosebumps on Davina's face. Nocturne birds cried while the the moon casted it's bright colour against the dark woods. "Give me back my crown." Davina said sorrowfully in a low voice as she dragged her feet further into the woods. She felt void of the elders presence and it only meant that the powerful aura around her was lost and anyone could notice the difference if not too obvious.She sighed, her head tilting in the direction of crackling woods. She began walking towards the direction, she had been threading these woods looking for Muriel, she was weak, hungry and thirsty. "Goodness!" She muttered once her eyes caught sight of the burning wood which she presumed was the fire made by Muriel."Muriel...." She called in a low voice but got no reply, she repeated her name again but when she got no answer she dragged her
The night touches were lit illuminating the long corridors of the castle. Soldiers were changing their shifts and maids were in the last hours of their works before the retired to bed. Zora stood behind prince Edgar as she helped him fit into his night wear. It was a long day planning all the events that were put on hold because of the princess spell which included a tournament that involved noble sons and citizens from across the country."All set my prince." Zora said behind him, the room was almost deadly silent from the moment she helped him out with his bath to dressing him up. After that day with Earl she visited him at his place and at the brothel where she found him and was informed of his heated night. She felt a sting in her chest that he was having a fun time with some other ladies but she deserved it so she thought. He was better off getting over whatever little emotions he had felt that way. She felt guilty not for letting him see her in such suggestive position with th
She was frightened at first by the sudden appearance of the ancient demon but the moment she saw his wound that wasn't healing she sighed out her fear. A glint of curiosity sparkled in her eyes as she fixated her gaze on his injury. She figured that it had everything to do with the fight with the prince but he was supposed to heal, yet he wasn't."Zora what is going on?" Ari spoke from the other side, she was the only one who could hear her through the necklace. She broke off the connection which caused the necklace to stop glowing."How do you know the name Davina?" Irwin asked in a gravelled and pain wrecked voice. He was in deep pain and his demon was creeping its way up to the surface. Zora adjusted her countenance to appear nonchalant. "You don't look too good and you could die." She said with no care in the world. Irwin's breath was heavy and despite his red eyes she could feel the fear he haboured now. Her lips twitched as she went through her mind for the best way to put him
Weak, scared and lost. Gracing the ground with her harmless feet. The careful steps of an inexperienced wanderer fleeing from her captors. The sun burned hot on her skin as she tiptoed on her escape careful not to make a noise that would give up her position to her enemy. Her long silver like hair dressed her bare back which was exposed from the ripped dress she wore. Her heart raced in fear and jumped at each slightest noise. She was terrified to death of her fate if she was ever caught by the cave witches. She moved in no specific direction but hopefully to find a way out or at least get rescued.The leafs rustled as she walked through the strands of shrubs, she gently pulled them away, paving passage for her to walk through. She wasn't used to this, her feet hurt badly and the were reddened from the long walk and rough surfaces to which she had to step upon in the cause of her flight.Her breath broke into sharp cuts, she panicked, confused on what to do. Hope seemed far off and he
CHAPTER 2With a teary eye, Queen Audre sat on a stool beside princess Elnora's bed as she watched her, still enslaved in the witch's spell. She had not blinked an eye open for once in days and it broke her heart knowing that they were yet to find a solution. While In the throne hall, The King sat on his throne in despair refusing to eat or hold any council meeting. The officials were getting worried and requested to meet with the king but he refused commanding that no visitor be permitted to see him. He had confined himself for days soaking in sorrow and thinking endlessly of no solution.Elnora had the largest part of the King's heart, not even the Queen had that much importance. His son prince Edgar, never received affection from him, he was trained to be a warrior, to be the best in the kingdom, having the best tutor from tender. Edgar had grown to show no affection for anyone but to fight loyally for the kingdom as he was, one day to be made king. His swordsmanship was unmatched
In a tavern, drunken noise of men and their careless laughter fill the air. Some bellied men share a table and make the most chattering sounds but are mostly ignored by every other person who were also in the moment in their own special ways. They toasting, with liquor splashing from the agressive cheering of drinks, makes the place a lot messy.The door to the tarvern opens sharply grabbing the attention of everyone, with some spilling their drinks, their faces coated with fear at the sight of the soldiers and then awe as prince Edgar emerged from within them. Not everyone had seen the prince before and the few that got the chance whenever he returned victoriously from war could tell of his beauty. Those few lived in the capital city and here, he was miles away from the castle, obtaining the permission of the King to search for someone he knew could help.The men adjusted giving them a lot more passage than they needed, none wanted to get in their way, and they really drunk ones were
"You were not planning on escaping as a way of appreciation." He said sheathing his sword. His glare dissapeared as well and he wore a more friendly countenance. Edgar sighed feeling relieved, even though this man had rescued him, he didn't know his intentions for it. "My name is Earl and you are... Prince?" Earl asked with an ingenuine smile on his face, he stretches out his hands towards Edgar for a handshake."Prince Edgar." Edgar answered calmly unsure of shaking him, he only exchanged hands with people of high status and never a commoner. Still this man he thought, was no odinary man he knew what he saw and it was real. After a long consideration he stretched out his hands to accept the handshake but was met with a heavy slap on his hand pushing it aside. Earl looked at him unapologetic, and no hint of respect for his status. He was shocked, no man would ever disrespect him, he could have him killed but there was something different about this man, he seemed fierce and fearless a
CHAPTER 5Edgar stood stunned at his words, he wondered what being could not be killed even the witches could be burned to their death, then he realized why Earl did not hide who he was because he knew he could not be killed. The witches knew better than to tell except they had intentions of killing him. At least he was safe with this man."Who are you?" Edger asked as he walked behind Earl who was on the move."You should read a lot more Prince Edgar your history must have mentioned my kind," he paused. "They did not scrap my kind off your history?" He asked genuinely concerned."What does it matter? There are many creatures in our history.""With what you saw at the battlefield you should have an idea." He looked at Edgar's eyes searching for answers. His eyes were intimidating and Edgar understood why he dared to look him in the eyes, he could not complain either way. "I have heard of beings with similar descriptions but they do not exist. It is just a fairytale."Earl chuckled expe