“Psst.” Jacara whispered, poking Yamada. His eyes shot open, bloodshot and annoyed. “You awake?”Yamada ignored it, and let out a low mumble. Jacara flicked Yamada’s ear, to no reaction.“I know you’re not sleeping.” He whispered.Yamada forced his eyes closed.“Huh, guess you are asleep. Well I’ve been meaning to get this off my chest. Before you came to the Citadel, me and Gwyneth made love.”Yamada let out a low growl.“She told me that, I was the best she ever had. And that no man could satisfy her ever again.”Yamada’s eyes shot open, filled with rage.“I’m glad you came, I was getting tired of filling that cave.”“Jacara, I know you’re lying. So shut up.” He snapped, without turning around.He smirked. “Oh you’re awake, and you’re right, I am lying. She was a babbling mess after I was done with her.”Yamada rolled over glaring at him, summoning his gauntlet.“Will you shut up? Or do you want to try, and see how hard I can slap with this on?”Jacara scoffed, before feeling Yamada
In the dead of night, two cloaked men stood in front of the Tundra Prison. One was tall and slender like a branch, and the other, was stocky and wide like tree trunk. A colossal wall of ice that loomed over the clouds, enveloped the horizon, and reflected like a broken mirror. They gazed up at the Tundra Prison, and at the large broken glaciers surrounding them. “Did you find anything Encara?” The shorter man asked with deep throaty voice.Encara pulled his hood back, from his regal and luxurious magenta cloak. His silver hair and eyes shone like the stars, even in the darkness, they juxtaposed with his young dark complexion. “Whoever did this is strong, and is also very bad at making traps!” Encara yelled into the dark forest with his juvenile voice.The pitch black forest rustled with howling winds. A whirling of arcane energy pulsed through the area, and the winds came to a silent halt.Urkse stood tall as Encara’s pits, he pulled back his velvet black hood. His glossy matte blac
Bathed in the warm light of the sun, the lush beautiful and vibrant archipelago of Yamata flourished, like a stunning garden. Behind Yamata sat the Oeo. It’s water so clear that you could, see the blemishes on your skin, from its reflection. Its purity was used as a comparison to all things clean. Teeming with crustaceans and fish, untouched by the harsh arcane energy, and not yet mutated.However most of the citizens in Jux knew Yamata, by the dividing Maelstrom. Scarcely anyone could make the journey to Yamata, without assistance from a flying level Draken, or a strong enough mage. The Maelstrom was a monstrous never ending force of nature, which whipped and lashed against the cliff face of Yamata.Comprised of eight colossal whirlpools, that leads to the dark abyss. With clashing waves so violent and fierce, they would break the bones of any creature too reckless or weary to avoid its wrath. It is said that there is enough water in Maelstrom, to quench your thirst by gazing at it.
Chieftain Kekoa and the other men slowly approached the edge, standing beside Encara. The eerie silence and calm of the Maelstrom, made the Islanders feel uneasy.“How...how is this possible?” Chieftain Kekoa stammered.Encara walked off the cliff edge, with the others screaming after him. He floated down gracefully lowering himself to the Maelstrom’s surface. He walked across the Maelstrom, each step rippling out, and stood over Yamada. Encara threw Yamada over his shoulder like a light sack.The waters began to boil over, swirling violently and then suddenly erupted into colossal waves. Encara gazed around at the raging waters, the shadow of titan sized creatures lurking beneath him.A giant amber octopus surfaced, attempting to drag Encara and Yamada down. The large creature locked eyes with Encara’s enraged scowl and froze in terror.“Float.” Encara growled. The large creature was branded by the cross of blessing magic, and levitated into the air. The creature flailed frantically
Encara shook Yamada’s hand up and down with enthusiasm. Yamada stared wide-eyed, unblinking, with his lips slowly parting and jaw dropping. Encara slowed the shaking down, cocking his head at Yamada, waiting for a reaction.“Uh....are you okay?” He said giving him a concerned look. Yamada nodded his expression frozen.“You..don’t want to be a knight?” Yamada shook his head, his expression still frozen in place. Encara let go of Yamada’s hand, it continued to go up and down with the same cadence.He took a few steps back, inspecting Yamada from a distance, still with a frozen facial expression, and shaking his hand up and down.“You...you uh take your time to process that information. I’ll go talk to Urkse.” Encara turned around shaking his head disturbed. He leapt into the sky, like a feather and floated in the air. He proceeded to walk on the air, towards the village, celebrating and feasting on the giant octopus.Encara found Chieftain Kekoa, congratulating a guardian on being recru
Encara weakly opened his eyes, his skin still wrinkly and loose, with a thirst and hunger clawing his insides.“You look like complete shit.” Gwyneth said, standing at the end of his bed.He looked over to the table side, seeing a roasted chicken with a large bowl of rice, and a mug of mead. Encara staggered over, devouring the food, with no etiquette.“I met that boy of yours.” She said taking a seat on his bed. “What did Jacara do this time?” He said annoyed with a full mouth.“Not that little shit of yours. He just came back half dead, from doing the Grand Mage promotion test.” She scoffed.“How’d he do?” Encara asked, waiting for her answer, before he ate.“He came back with A Draken heart, said he would get the other five later.” Encara chuckled.“What’d you think of the new boy?” Encara asked, chugging down his drink. His skin started to become tighter, his muscles growing, and his hair starting shine silver.She removed her vambrace, showing her purple and yellow forearm. “The
Yamada woke up, with heavy eye lids, and heavier body. Scrunching his face, the searing and sharp pain brought him to his senses. He shot up trying to clutching his nose, feeling the intense pain in his gut, letting out a pained groan reeling back.“By the Blessed, how are you up?” A woman said astonished, rushing over to help him. She gently coaxed Yamada into his bed.“Where...where am I?” Yamada asked, with tears blurring his vision.“The hospice, Grand Mage Urkse brought you here. Do not fret, you will be blessed, when the Blessed is free.”Yamada forced himself up, the pain radiated out and shot through his body like fire. The nurse tried to push him back down to no avail. He clutched his gut, and shook his head, using the pain to fuel himself.“Where is Grand Knight Gwyneth?” he shakily on his feet. “You need to lay down and-““WHERE!?” He yelled, his voice echoing through the stone walls.The nurse went silent leaning away from him. She took a few seconds to compose herself.“M
Yamada was escorted back to the Blessed, with his bloodied hand wrapped in his Kāṣāya, following behind Gwyneth.The sun had fallen behind the Citadel’s walls, and the moon had taken its place. Mages in crimson cloaks, created the magic circle of fire; fiery lines that criss-crossed, forming the silhouette of a, crimson rose. They walked through the streets lighting the lanterns, illuminating the citadel. He returned to the Blessed, with the same nurse greeting him.“Blessed one, could you please heal this boy?” Gwyneth asked. She gave Yamada an anxious look, before speaking. “He refused treatment before, and stormed off, not before yelling at me.”Yamada looked away with a guilty expression. Gwyneth grabbed him by the nape of his neck. He shrivelled in, feeling her cold metal fingers dig into his neck like hawk talons. She brought his face close to hers, lifting him into the air, like a misbehaving cat.“Did you yell at a Blessed?” She growled, staring through his soul.“Ma...maybe
“Psst.” Jacara whispered, poking Yamada. His eyes shot open, bloodshot and annoyed. “You awake?”Yamada ignored it, and let out a low mumble. Jacara flicked Yamada’s ear, to no reaction.“I know you’re not sleeping.” He whispered.Yamada forced his eyes closed.“Huh, guess you are asleep. Well I’ve been meaning to get this off my chest. Before you came to the Citadel, me and Gwyneth made love.”Yamada let out a low growl.“She told me that, I was the best she ever had. And that no man could satisfy her ever again.”Yamada’s eyes shot open, filled with rage.“I’m glad you came, I was getting tired of filling that cave.”“Jacara, I know you’re lying. So shut up.” He snapped, without turning around.He smirked. “Oh you’re awake, and you’re right, I am lying. She was a babbling mess after I was done with her.”Yamada rolled over glaring at him, summoning his gauntlet.“Will you shut up? Or do you want to try, and see how hard I can slap with this on?”Jacara scoffed, before feeling Yamada
The last three days marching towards the Silver City, had been trouble free. The three of them had gotten to learn about each other, sitting around the camp fire.They had shared their favourite fruits. Jacara was peaches, however Ul’lanna suspected there was innuendo or lewd reason, to why he chose that fruit.Yamada was mangoes, and hers was oranges. Ul’lanna and Jacara had learn to their horror, that Yamada’s favourite meal. Was actually a dish of raw fish, covered in herbs, chillies and a salty sauce.He failed to convince them of how delicious it was, and only gave them an aversion to seafood. She had thought that, Jacara would have made the trip uncomfortable.Especially after what happened in the prison. However he had spent most of his attention, on learning Yamada’s love making technique.Incessantly nagging at him to spill the secret, with Yamada doing his best to ignore him. With them starting to set up camp for the night. She felt that even if trouble were to come their wa
The sun made love with Encara’s face, giving him a bright rude awakening. He shot up groaning, clutching his head. It throbbed and had a dying thirst.He panned around the room, wincing before a jug of water was thrust into his face. Encara greedily drank the water, his skin rejuvenating. He stopped and frowned, before looking around at the room askance.He wasn’t inside his room, and he wasn’t on his bed. Who had given him the water? Encara panned up to see Gwyneth beside him.“Where am I?” he asked, noticing the draft on his naked body. “And why am I-““Soel and Miranda’s orders.” She said glaring towards the closed door.Gwyneth wore her silk night gown, and slumped onto her bed, grabbing an apple. Bruises and welts covered her body, where the armour had saved her.“Let me heal-ah!”Gwyneth cut him off, by pegging the apple against his head.“You’re under orders to rest. That means no healing, cursing, warping, or opening any of the gates.” She snapped.Encara rubbed the flecks of
Three days had passed since the first assault. At the crack of dawn, Soel and Gwyneth had been given a task by General Aerith. A mob of angry farmers encircled Soel.They cussed their fears at her. She slumped in her chair. Their words fell on deaf ears. Gwyneth stood in the corner of the room. She was stationed here, by Aerith to make sure, Soel did not lash out.Soel’s uninterested, miserable expression filled with contempt, made it impossible for Gwyneth to not smile. Soel shot her a glance, one filled with anger and malice.It only made Gwyneth struggle to not burst out laughing. She scrunched her face. One burly farmer, snapped his fingers at Soel.He was rewarded with her glower, and Gwyneth wincing, sucking air audibly through her teeth. This was one of the three things, that no one should ever do to Soel.Gwyneth had witnessed the aftermath of each one, over twenty years ago.“Are you even listening to us!?” The man bellowed. His sun kissed skin, and rugged hands, were the s
Yamada shot awake with a gasp. A familiar soreness and searing pain radiated through his body. Bruised muscles, and creaking bones.He sat up with his torso bandaged. He scanned his surroundings. A wooden hut, designed for a small family of three or four.The bed made for two people, or one obese person. Made of cheap quality and poor craftsman ship. The aroma of spices and meats brewing, caught his attention.However seeing Harbinger, resting in the corner, replaced his exhaustion with anxiety. Yamada summoned his armour and quietly crept over to Harbinger.He pushed the door open slowly, creeping outside. Yamada froze seeing Jacara and Ul’lanna tied back to back, sitting on the ground of the living room.Both of them were unconscious and gagged. He quickly rushed to them trying to remove their gags and untie them.“Ah, ah, ah. I wouldn’t do that.” Skora said from behind.Yamada spun around seeing Skora. She wore a simple cotton blouse and leather pants. Without the cuirass, her clea
Morning came and the citizens of the Citadel went to work with a sense of looming dread. When would the next attack happen? Could their army defend them? Was it worth staying?Gwyneth woke up, feeling Encara asleep by her bedside. He had pushed himself past his limits. His skin completely pruned, and his hair jet black.She rolled out of bed, wincing at the sharp pain still lingering in her gut. He had sealed the internal injuries to a stable state, but not the muscles.Gwyneth grunted lifting Encara into her bed, and getting dressed. She left him in her room, and walked out to see Miranda in the kitchen.Her face scowling at Gwyneth. “You broke your oath.” She growled, clenching her fist.Gwyneth was silent, and took a seat beside her.“You swore that, you would never enter your Draken state.”“Would you rather have died out there?” “Yes!” Miranda snapped.Gwyneth reeled back in her chair.“All the torment from the others, the guilt and nightmares you have experienced in the last twe
The terrified and enraged denizens of the Citadel, cursed and booed at the Keep. Chanting their frustrations. The newly knighted and terrified mages joined the crowd, with the old guard attempting to keep the peace.The council room was filled with a quiet dread. Cin slumped over the table, with Aerith massaging his head. Entering one’s Draken state gave tremendous power, and several advantages depending on your hierarchy.However with each transformation, you would pay with your sanity. Eventually succumbing to primal instincts.Gwyneth wore a silk dress, rather than her armour, clutching her stomach. Her injuries weren’t fully healed, and the transformation had taken its toll.Soel and the Grand Knights shared several jugs of mead and wine.The discovery of Urkse’s betray was not what concerned them the most. Nor was Encara’s withered and black haired body, nodding off in his chair.Axilas broke the silence, as Vexgar crushed a handful of walnuts in his hand. “What is our next plan?
Ul’lanna followed behind, Yamada and Jacara. The air was thick with anger and irritation. They had heard the roars in the distance, but pressed forward. Both were biding a silent rage.“Ul’lanna, how long is the trip to the Silver City?” Yamada asked.“Roughly five months, the safest route is the longest.”Jacara was silent in understanding. They needed to stay hidden.“And the shortest and fastest route?” Yamada asked.“If we cut across Pest Peak, it will take us only two months to arrive.” She said reluctantly. “But that path is filled with Drakens, and isn’t worth the risk.”Jacara and Yamada shared a mutual glance.“Hey, your father and Gwyneth, wanted you both to be safe. So stick to the plan.” She ordered.The two of them shrugged, and kept their heads down marching through the forest. Ul’lanna let out a sigh of relief.Vexgar and Axilas’s division had killed over a hundred Wyrms, and ran themselves ragged. They had still done their job and created space between the Drakens and
Thanatos and the Elven army followed Urkse’s orders without delay. They marched in the dead of night; cold, exhausted and starving.Thanatos’s right arm had been ripped off, after Urkse had heard about the death of Rai. He had a lethargic walk, and his bloodied stump was packed tight with gauze and cloth.Urkse sat atop a makeshift palanquin, with the weary warriors, struggling to keep him stable. Urkse sucked on his teeth and snarled.“Tell me again. Why the fuck, did you spare the scouts you found? But decided to kill the Grand Mage I was planning to pin the blame on?” He asked glaring at Thanatos.“I-“ “DON’T FUCKING SPEAK!” Urkse snapped, slamming his fist down.Everyone jumped, their nerves shot.“It was a damn rhetorical question. I know the answer. You’re all fucking stupid. Now instead of capturing the Citadel, you’ll have to conquer it.”He slumped back, letting out a long exasperated sigh, rubbing his tired face.The ink from his flask seeped out, revealing a transcript of Y