The calm, the quiet, the serenity.Alastair watched as the incense burning in the room took him back to memories from a time long ago. He stood at the side of the room where Cara lay on the bed, covered with a large piece of bedding that nearly swallowed her whole. She was not moving, and her eyes were shut tight.As Alastair continued to observe her, he was taken back to the time when he watched a healer use the power of incense to amplify her powers and perform a very powerful spell to drive out a blood-sucking parasite.The parasite had taken root inside a man's intestines and sucked out blood within him. It started as a simple pain in the guts, which quickly spread even before the man knew it. The pain intensified as the parasite which was getting larger began to dig through the Anterior abdominal wall of the man.Alastair had witnessed it during his rotation with healers to learn the basic art of healing. He was fascinated by that particular event and when the healer started the
"What do you mean you cannot feel the Phoenix?"Alastair asked Cara who stopped sobbing and gazed into nothing in particular. She just sat there as a million thoughts roamed around her mind. She just didn't know exactly how to explain it to Alastair at that time."When I woke up earlier, I felt something shift within me. I thought it was just the aftermath of the attack so I shrugged it off. But I tried to feel my magic just now and I could not. It's not there."She whispered the latter part. Alastair did not say a thing. He just contemplated the problem before him."Your menu?" Alastair said to Cara. She touched her right shoulder but nothing happened. There was no magic to even initiate the process. It was real!"Alastair, what if Corvius killed the Phoenix?" Cara asked and recoiled."I do not think it is possible. The Phoenix cannot be killed. It simply exists and will continue to exist. I do not know what this is but this is not the death of the Phoenix. I am certain there is a lo
How dare he try to tell him what to do?Kevin raged on as he made his way to his quarters. He could not believe Alastair would dare try to tell him what to do. The realization that the mage had gotten bold made him furious. Fine, he would become the prince consult in a while but that did not give him the right.What does it matter if he decided to spend the rest of his days drinking? Why couldn't he focus on the things at hand, like saving the world or defending his queen from danger? Why did he want to overrule?Kevin cursed again, dragging his feet on the ground. The stench of blood still hung in the air and he saw some blood stains on the wall. The bloodstains reminded him of his fight with Obaro. He felt shivers when he remembered the fight. The way Obaro defeated him, the strength he possessed, the speed, it all scared him in a way.He knew what he should be doing, he should be walking around, trying to find ways to reach their allies, contact the generals, and mobilize the army,
The lady slowly took a seat and continued to gaze upon Kevin. She was beautiful, no doubt, and the green colored dress she wore made her look even better. Her hair was red, and she wore a black cloak as well."It is considered treason to obstruct a royal when they're busy. Did you know this?" Kevin asked her and she nodded slowly."The arcane books of King Tut. Second edition. Good thing we are no longer living in the old days, isn't it?"She stated calmly. Kevin was surprised by her knowledge. That was only available to royals. How did she know? And what did she mean by the second edition?"Who are you?" Kevin asked."My name is Tanya. I have been watching you for a while now, Lord Kevin." She said."Watching me? Why?""How do you feel?" She asked again. Kevin was already getting irritated by the question. Why did she keep asking, and why didn't she just let him drink in peace?"I feel fine." He said. "Now, off you go. I want my peace." He added."I'm afraid I cannot do that," Tanya
Alastair scoffed when Drax walked closer. If he had known that the person that gave him such a startle would be the same person that actually wanted to see him the least, perhaps he would have avoided that room at that time.Drax walked closer. He still had the same hatred on his face, but at that moment, Alastair realized that the boy needed something in his life. He needed a father, a mentor, and someone to teach him things. Alastair promised to be that person to him. It was his duty after all."I wanted to apologize for my fit earlier. These are hard times. I feel like we should be working together instead of fighting. Corvius is still out there and if he is planning something, we should be planning to stop him as well."Drax said and Alastair nodded. "You know, you do not need to apologize. You are well within your rights to get angry with me. I haven't actually done anything to deserve your respect. I just hope things would be different from now on. I have seen your energy. You
There were more and more Sparks of energy coming from the sun sphere, and while it did so, the winter was spreading miber without any remorse. The winter soon covered a greater part of the world, becoming a reflection of the northern kingdom. Many of the Northerners noticed that something had changed. For starters, the veil separating the northern kingdom from the rest of the world was thinner. Since they have not yet received the gift from Corvius, the people were still confined to their continent.It was Corvius' desire to make sure they were all safe when he decided to open up the rest of the world to them. But at that moment, dealing with the sun sphere and the unprecedented resistance from Elderien, he fumed.So, Corvius stood inside his ice palace and watched as the sun sphere glistened. The anger he felt inside of him made more spikes to develop inside the ice palace and his dragon groaned. He just watched as the sphere thrummed, and wondered what was so complex behind it. Co
The face had begun to materialize. As the darkness surrounded Alastair, the face was the only thing he could see. It was slowly getting even more clearer and such a face could not be missed, not for anything. Alastair took a step back when the person drew closer but his feet touched the water on the ground. That was when he realized where he was."How does someone escape from certain death and cling to the desire that life might get better along the way? How does one still hope when terror is the only thing that strikes his heart?"A voice spoke out from the darkness. Alastair listened very carefully as the voice approached. There was no sound of anything else, and so it was pretty difficult to miss."How do you still keep a straight face even when you know that you have failed miserably?"Corvius suddenly asked behind Alastair and he turned around. But Corvius was not there. He was not anywhere. He was toying with him. Alastair tried to kick him out of his head but he could not. Corv
Alastair perceived a smell that he did not know he would ever perceive ever again. It was the smell of burnt flesh, and as he slowly opened his eyes, he gazed at the terrible sight before him.He was back to that night in Elderien, nineteen years ago, the night when death reigned in all of the Elderien's keep, and blood formed streams in the streets. He was back to that night when his entire being was most violated, and the darkness within him swelled like a massive cocoon."No...No..."Alastair whispered as he stood up. He could hear the cries of the mages as their skin burned. He could smell the burns, and the ashes from their destruction filled the air. "This isn't real. This is just a vision. This isn't real."Alastair reminded himself, but suddenly, someone grabbed his leg. Alastair shuddered as he gazed at the half-burnt mage grabbing his boot on the ground. The mage was looking horrible, and the terrible wounds on his body almost made Alastair puke."Help me. Please, help...me