Lost, alone, and afraid; the weary Dylan spots a distant light inside the dark cottage he found himself in. The cottage lurks, almost buried in the undergrowth, and strange and terrifying sights can be glimpsed through the ivy-encrusted windows.Standing a few feet away from Dylan was the witch herself. She was dressed in black tails, a top hat, a wand in one hand, black scandal, and well-cut hair. She was the perfect picture of a debonair, gentle woman and was assisted by three attractive young women.She flicked the short wand in her hand, and a white dove flew out. Gradually, the dove started growing in size, its feathers flapping hard, and it went straight for Dylan.On instinct, Dylan raised his palm to cover his eyes, but he was late by seconds. The dove slapped his face with its wing, and Dylan staggered back. He opened his eyes only to find himself in another place. He was now standing in a huge living room that was decorated with runes and sketches. But the room was empty. It
Dylan wiped the sweat that formed on his forehead as he climbed over the medium-sized gate of Mordor. As soon as his feet touched the earth, he looked back at the gate he had just climbed and shook his head. It wasn't as easy as he thought.He had been riding all night ever since he left Caliste's cottages, so he will make it to Mordor by dawn. Even though it was a stressful journey, he was still able to make it to the city of giants.Dylan dusted his clothes and started strolling through the streets of Mordor. He held firmly in his head the direction and instructions given to him by Caliste. She had warned him that a single mistake would cost him his life, or worse, trap him here with eternal torment from the dead souls that were murdered gruesomely by the ancient witch and her companion.Of course, Dylan had read about the ancient witch, the history of Mordor, and how it perished. But all this while, it thought it was a folktale. He never believed in any of it until now.As Dylan ke
King Cassius was shocked beyond explanation at the scene in front of him. Ever since the war between the ancient gods and his people, he had never received visitors. He didn't need to go to the outside world before he knew that Mordor was extinct to them. It was forgotten, ruined, and abandoned.King Cassius, a half-rotten skeleton that was brought back to life with the help of Lord Darius during his reign on his throne, took a small step toward Dylan and looked down at him in awe. The general and Orion also followed him closely."Human!" King Cassius bellowed, cracked his neck, and maggots poured out. "You located this place, how?"Dylan smirked and stood proud. He's a king after all. A ruler, a commander of thousands of wolves, a warlord. His past achievement flushed in his head, followed by pride. Dylan won't fall at the feet of a skeleton, not now and not anytime soon. He was meant to rule everything, and everyone."I seek a private session with you, Cassius," Dylan demanded.The
The sky parted away for the new day, and the sun revealed itself in full glory. The first sun penetrated Rey's eyes, waking him. He weakly raised his palm to shield his face from the harsh burning of the sun and rolled on the bed.Rey kept rolling, hoping to get a few hours' rest, but he couldn't. Though it had been a hectic day for him, the best thing he needed was a great sleep to recover his vitality, but he couldn't. After several minutes of failed options, he got up from the bed.Rey walked to the closet, picked up a black singlet, and strode to the door. He placed his hand on the oak door, getting ready to push it when the door was opened from outside. Garry walked in, and blocked his exit.Rey didn't need to ask; he knew what he came for. He wanted to apologize because of what happened last night."I need to feed my horse," he said, trying to walk past him. Yet, Garry didn't bulge.He responded, "I did it already.""I need to tend to the wounds," Rey argued. "I need to check ev
Rey Reed Smith galloped on his horse, racing to the outskirts of the middle land, flanked by Garry, Gaius, and Linda Boston. They were all riding hard beside him; all of them were determined and ready to fight, and they wanted to finish Dylan once and for all.Even though it was a suicide attempt, they didn't care. After all, they were sworn brothers.Rey Reed couldn't wrap his head around the reason why Lord Rey told him to accept the offer from Sebastian Stan. Rey tried asking him multiple times, but he wouldn't reply. The man went silent, leaving Rey Reed to solve the misery he created all alone. Worst of all, he said, they are going alone, without soldiers.After hours of riding, they came near the sacked city, and huge, billowing black clouds rolled toward them. The smoke filled Rey and his team's noses, and they sneezed before covering their noses with their palms and riding with a hand each.It pained Rey Reed Smith to see some regions of the middle land like this. Some part of
"Help is fast approaching." Rey Reed repeated, wondering what Lord Rey meant.Lord Rey exclaimed, "And here comes the magic!"Suddenly, flames engulfed all the skeletons, burning them to ashes. A woman appeared amidst the chaos, holding a big book in her hand and murmuring some audible words.The woman let go of the book, and it started floating in the air. She stretched her hand, drawing somatic spells, and blew air with her mouth. Instantly, a page from the book was forcefully removed, and it went flying in the air, rotating around dozens of skeletons. Before the blink of an eye, the earth parted and swallowed the skeletons."Magic indeed," Rey said, forcing his way out of the skeletons that surrounded him.Rey watched as the woman brought out a wand from the inner pocket of her robe and flipped it. She swirled around, pointing the wand at a skeleton, and it shattered. She threw the wand in the air and whistled. The wand did surprising things by turning into a blade and cutting down
A whirlwind blew across the desert floor, followed by thousands of books, which formed a portal. This continues for several minutes; the book keeps forming a large portal, and it eventually becomes the center of attention. The few foot soldiers from both sides that were near the area halted the battle and then focused on the new scene.Three minutes later, five beings emerged out of the portal. The first one is Rey Reed Smith. He had a short blade strapped to the scabbard that was hanging at his waist and two daggers at his boot. Garry stood at his right side, his body buzzing with electricity and vibrating at a high frequency.On the left side stood Gaius; his bow pointed straight at the opposite enemy, and two arrows were set, ready to be released. Linda Boston and the new woman, Kusandra Dracaena, stand behind Linda had a blade in her hand, and Kusandra Dracaena had a wand and book in her hand."They're the remaining giants," Garry said, breaking the silence. "Except that they were
The loud wailing and mournful aura of the palace revive Rey back to reality. His world was black, spinning, and revolving. He could feel his head banging hard, aching as if something hard had been used to knock his skull.As Rey kept coming back alive, his vision started getting clearer, as did the wailing and mourning of people. Their noise keeps getting into his head, disrupting his brain, and causing his headache to increase."He's alive!" He heard people gasping, and he looked clueless.Rey dragged his body to a sitting position, and he could hear people gasping in shock. That made him ignore all the pain he was feeling in his body and rest his back on the wall behind him. Eventually, Rey was able to get a proper glimpse of his environment, and what he saw made his heart sink.He was sitting on a bed in the middle of the physician's hall. All around him, wailing in pain, are the casualties of war. Some had a leg; some had none; others had an arm; and most had none. Some had bruise
Rey takes a moment to steady himself; his voice tinged with determination. “And what potential are you talking about?” He feigned ignorance, forcing his mind not to think of any thoughts that might sell him out.“But your mind says otherwise,” The blood lord pressed.Rey decided to tease him, saying, “I am, Master. I am ready to face any trial and overcome any obstacle that might stand in my way of finding my father.”The Blood Lord nods approvingly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Very well, young apprentice. Tonight, under the watchful eye of the full moon, you will begin your adventure. But remember, the path you choose will forever alter your destiny. There is no turning back,” he threatens Rey, and the latter gulps down nothing in particular.Rey takes a deep breath, steeling himself for anything the blood lord might say next. The forest seems to hold its breath, awaiting his response.“I understand your trick,” he said shakily. “I am prepared to walk this path
“King?!” Hela exclaimed, her mouth wide open in agape. “When did he become a King? Of which territory? Who appointed him?” She couldn't hide her shock.A man stepped forward from the crowds, and Garry recognized him as one of the ten nobles who dedicated their lives to Sebastian. He couldn't believe that people changed so quickly. There's only one explanation for the rise against Sebastian: Rey defeated him in a duel. And, of course, it makes sense. Who needs a weak, incapable, and cowardly king? Someone who couldn't even lead his men to war depends on werewolves and chariot riders to do his job.Nevertheless, Garry doubted he would make a better king either. He was still trying to wrap his head around the offer of becoming the leader of his community, filling his brother's shoes, and tending to the affairs of the people; now, they were offering the title of king.I can't do it; Garry thought, shaking his head. It doesn't make sense. He couldn't control a community; how could he contr
Rey Reed Smith, Glen Garry, Kusandra Dracaena, and Hela of Hellene walked inside the ancient hut that was built by Gaius before his demise, surrounded by a rich tapestry of history and culture. The hut, nestled deep within a dense forest, far away from where other beings might have discovered it easily, emanated an air of mystery and intrigue. Its exterior stood weathered by time, a testament to its ancient origins, while the interior revealed secrets of a bygone era.Gaius intentionally built this as a resting place after he had finished his weekly training with Garry, to take rest from the calamity of the outside world and also to rest his head whenever the affairs of the council became too much for him to handle. It's a beautiful place that holds beautiful moments between the two brothers. It's where Garry began his training as a night racer.As they approached the hut, the first thing that caught their eye was its rustic exterior. The walls were constructed from an intricate latti
In the shadowed depths of the night, amidst the eerie ambiance of a forest near Steve's cemetery, a mesmerizing spectacle unfolded. Rey Reed Smith, possessing fierce determination, stood face-to-face with his formidable adversary, King Sebastian. The air crackled with anticipation as their eyes locked in an unwavering gaze. Both warriors prepared to engage in a monumental duel of hand combat.“Rey Reed Smith,” Sebastian called tenderly. “We can still sort this out before it's too late.”Rey scoffed, Sebastian's words sounding like a cowardly tone in his ear, fueling his rage and anger and increasing his urge to tear him apart. He had made a sacred vow to Gaius' grave, and he would not break it. Everyone involved in his death must die, too. They must join him in the land of the dead. No sinner must go unpunished.“Are you scared?” Rey scowled. “You are afraid of me kicking you to the ground, disgracing your honor, and relieving you from your position as the great Alpha King of the Midd
The sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden glow across the serene landscape of the middle land. Steves' cemetery, nestled amidst rolling hills and lush meadows, stood as a hallowed ground where the fallen heroes and nobles of the Middle Land found their eternal rest. Today, it bore witness to a poignant gathering of Rey Reed Smith, Garry, Kusandra, King Sebastian, and a host of other nobles, all adorned in regal attire, except for Rey, who was still wearing his armor.As the assembled group stepped into the cemetery, a hush fell over them as if the very air acknowledged the solemnity of the occasion. The soft rustling of leaves in the breeze mingled with the distant melody of a river, creating a gentle symphony that whispered through the crowd. The atmosphere was heavy with reverence and sorrow, yet beneath it lay an unyielding sense of gratitude for the sacrifices made by the fallen soldiers.The cemetery, meticulously tended with vibrant flowers and tranquil stone walkways, l
In the heart of the Middle-Land Kingdom, nestled between rolling hills and meandering rivers, stood the magnificent palace of King Sebastian. The palace itself was a sight to behold, with its grand archways, towering spires, and intricate stone carvings that told stories of a bygone era. The era of the gods, But it was the palace backyard that truly captivated all who beheld its beauty.As Rey stepped into the backyard, a sense of tranquility washed over him. The air was filled with the fragrant scent of blooming flowers, carried on a gentle breeze that rustled through the tall, ancient trees. A symphony of birdsong filled the air, their melodic tunes blending harmoniously with the trickling sound of a nearby fountain.He continued the stroll towards the palace wall, taking a sharp bend, and he was welcomed by a well-manicured garden which sprawled before him, a tapestry of vibrant colors and lush greenery. Flowerbeds burst with a riot of blossoms, their petals ranging from fiery reds
Garry found himself walking along the winding path through the dense woods that led to the king's palace, the sunbeams filtering through the treetops and casting playful shadows on the forest floor. It was a serene and peaceful afternoon, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility enveloping him. With each step, his thoughts drifted toward the one person who had been occupying his mind lately: Kusandra.It had been three days since the war at the beach. The death of Dylan, the fleeing of Caliste, and the fame of Rey Reed Smith had spread so far across the three other tribes of the middle land, and they all acknowledged Rey as their commander. Xavier Knoll was nowhere to be found after the war, and no one bothered about him since his curse had been lifted.Kusandra, with her sparkling green eyes and infectious laughter, had become a source of warmth in Garry's life. They had known each other for a few days—approximately two months—their paths crossed occasionally, but it was
Caliste, the dark witch, stood tall on the battlefield, surrounded by a harrowing scene of death and destruction caused by Rey Reed Smith. The air was thick with the scent of blood and the lingering echoes of battle. Dressed in a flowing black robe that seemed to absorb the light around her, she exuded an aura of malevolence and power.Her appearance was striking, with long, flowing, ebony hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of shadows. Her piercing eyes, a deep shade of violet, glowed with an otherworldly intensity, reflecting the fury and wrath burning within her. They seemed to hold the secrets of ancient magic and unfathomable darkness.Caliste's pale skin bore the mark of her mystical journey, adorned with intricate black tattoos that snaked across her arms and neck, resembling arcane symbols and sigils. They seemed to writhe and move as if imbued with a life of their own, resonating with the pulsating energy of the battlefield.In her hand, she wielded a twisted st
As soon as Rey Reed Smith cleared the first wave of soldiers that surrounded him and Kusandra, he stood behind her, his eyes burning with resentment and determination. The crashing waves provided a fitting backdrop to the imminent round that was about to unfold—another round of chaos. His grip tightened around the hilt of his gleaming sword as he scanned the horizon, examining the next round of opponents again.Suddenly, the next group of heavily armored adversaries stepped forward, marching toward him and Kusandra with malicious intent.“Stay here, and help watch out for the witch for me. She might want to try her mental power on me.” He said this to Kusandra, and the latter nodded her head in approval. She knew better than to argue with him.Without hesitation, Reed lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. The clash of steel echoed across the beach as his blade met the first enemy's weapon, sparks flying in a shower of defiance, his mental ability fly