Gwyneth returned to her quarters in the dead of night. Yamada bellowed out a heavy throaty snore. He laid sprawled out over the straw mattress, the blanket kicked off to the side.She tittered at the sight, before removing her armour, and slipping into her bed. Gwyneth felt exhausted and drained, but she couldn’t sleep.Not after seeing the devastation in Groggic’s town. The dead bodies littering through the streets, their eyes burnt out, with faces twisted in agony.She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, and closed her eyes. The visage of the massarce remained.Gwyneth let out a frustrated grunt, leaping out of her bed, carelessly stepping on Yamada. He curled forward letting out a pained groan. She let out a cute demure yelp.He opened his eyes to the dark room, clutching his sore stomach, waiting for his vision to adjust. “Yamada, are you okay?” Gwyneth asked softly, kneeling down.Yamada shut his eyes tightly, dropping his hands down by his side. “Are you naked?” He a
Morning came and Yamada was awoken by an unfamiliar and strange sound. He perked up to see Gwyneth, snoring in her night gown sprawled over in her bed.Her cleavage bulged out of the night gown, and Yamada quickly covered her with his blanket, leaving the room breathing heavily.He slapped his forehead repeatedly, suddenly hearing the hand maidens giggling and looking down at him. Yamada went bright red, he had forgotten that he was bare to them.He quickly summoned his armour, slapping down his visor.“Lady Lockhart left you a set of instructions.” The handmaiden said, giving him a piece of parchment paper. The writing on it was elegant and beautiful, each stroke of the quill was perfect.However the cursive writing was too advanced for Yamada, and even under his visor, the handmaidens could tell he was lost.“Do...you need help with reading it?” One of them asked hesitantly.Yamada slowly gave back the parchment. “I got the numbers, but not the words. The letters are all so loopy an
As dusk arrived, Yamada completed his last drill, dropping Harbinger off his shoulders. The great sword shattered the ground, burying itself half a metre deep.He trudged over to the large wooden barrel of water, dragging the wicker basket behind him. The top of shattered into dust.The wind kissed the sweat glistening on his naked body. He breathed a great sigh of relief, raising the large barrel over his head.The cool water gushed over him, and he fell to the ground. Exhausted beyond belief, he mustered the energy to still be modest, and drape a single shirt over his groin. He closed his eyes, a wave of accomplishment filled him. It washed away the exhaustion and pain. He wore a big grin, staring up to the beautiful pristine sky, raising his hand to the air.The scars of his past stared out at him, still slick with the water. “Can you see me Mum? I’m actually at the Citadel.” He whispered to himself filled with pride.“I’m training with best Grand Knight. Her name is Gwyneth Lockh
The sun hit its peak. Jacara stood in the cavern still attempting to defeat his father’s challenge. His magic reaching a few centimetres further than before.The squires and mages not chosen as scouts, were now drilling battle formations. However Yamada and Gwyneth were absent from the second ring.Aerith and Urkse entered into her quarters, the kitchen table had two meals prepped, with the handmaidens flushed and short of breath.“Where are Yamada and Gwyneth? Encara wishes to know why they aren’t training.” Urkse said with a stern voice.The girls giggled covering their smiles, looking over to her room, and pointing.Urkse and Aerith gave each other a concerned glance, before cautiously approaching her door. He reached for the doorknob. Aerith stopped him.“What are you doing?” She asked giving him a puzzled look. “Opening a door?” Urkse said giving her the same look.“She sleeps naked, everyone knows that. You go stand over there I’ll handle this.” She said pushing him away.“But.”
Three days ago.On the five metre stone wall that surrounded Groggic’s town. A Knight and Mage stood at their post. The two men sat over the edge sharing a bowl of sweet grapes.They stared off into blue skies, with wisps of white clouds above them. The gentle breeze blew against their faces with the warm sun bathing them for the perfect day. From the tree line, three legions of Elven warriors bordered the town. They now wore sleek emerald leather armour, with a single arming sword by their hip, and buckler on their forearm.The gate of their respective affinity, was imprinted onto the face, of their bucklers. They blended perfectly to the canopy provided by the old trees.There were three captains to the legions, two of them were burly men, wearing large plates of silver armour.Ul’lanna was the third, slender yet tall captain. She wore a more sleek form fitting armour, wielding a nodachi.The longer katana was forged from a metal native to the south. Mythril a nearly weightless me
Yamada awoke only five days after Elven assault. The pungent scent of burning wood permeated the hut. He heard the frantic sounds people rushing around.The world spun around as he sat up slowly. From head to toe, Yamada was bruised. His skin yellow and purple, bones held in place with bandages and wooden splints.He looked around in a daze, seeing Islanders covered in cuts and bruises, to those missing limbs and being amputated, and finally to a group weeping weakly covered in burns.He stumbled out of the bed, falling onto his knees and hands. A unbearable obliterating pain shot through his entire body.He shrieked rolling onto his back, another searing sharp pain travelled through his body. Wailing and flailing, the pain became a loop of misery.To cry hurt his ribs. Crying made his face scrunch, jostling the loose bones in his jaw and nose. To stop it all he tried to clench a fists, each finger wrapped tightly around a splint.“MUMMY!” He cried out, snot and tears filling his eyes
One month after the Elven attack, Urkse and Cin prepared to fly back to the Citadel. Cin’s torso was bandaged in a sash.He bowed deeply to the thankful Islanders. Cin felt sick seeing their praise and thanks. He couldn’t bear to look at the destruction he had left behind.The ashen tree line and the groans of disfigured Islanders, haunted him. Urkse entered into his Draken state, leaving the Islanders in awe.As Cin and the others leapt onto Urkse’s back, he noticed a young child standing on the cliff edge, staring off to the west.Yamada gazed over the edge, the Maelstrom crashing under him. His knuckles white, with his nails digging deep into his palm. Kahu cautiously approached him.“Yamada, come and have some lunch.” She said warmly reaching her arm out to pat his shoulder.He spun around swatting her arm away. Yamada’s slit amber eyes made her freeze in terror. He started to run around the edge of the Yamata’s main island. Yamada struck every tree and rock he passed.Kahu sat wi
Yamada awoke to the sound of heavy knocking against the wooden door. He perked his heavy head up, parched and weary. His vision was still clearing up for the morning.Each knock rung in his head, like a loud gong. What had made him so thirsty and tired? He tried to sit up, unable to feel his right arm. Shock ran through his body as he looked to his arm, suddenly breathing a sigh of relief.Gwyneth had fallen asleep on his till it fell numb. Yamada brushed her face, before carefully and gently pulling his numb arm out. As he freed his arm, her eyes shot open, bloodshot and irritated at the knocking.“Enough!” She shouted through the door.The sound of scurrying feet scrapped against the stone floor. Yamada begun to get out of bed, when he felt Gwyneth pull him down. “Where do you think you’re going?” She growled.“To train?” He said anxiously. “Can you seriously not take a small brief moment to lay with me?” She said glaring at him. He cleared his throat, awkwardly humming and hawing f
“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