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
There was Darkness all over Elderien, and the silence that followed told Alastair that he was alone in Elderien at that time. There was nothing to be heard, not even the faintest sound of children playing or the cries of horses that usually kept Alastair company.Alastair walked towards the Weapons on the table and gazed at those he had made. The swords, knives, and daggers lay arranged, like how he would have kept them. They shone even in the Darkness, and it seemed like they were infused with magic.Suddenly, Alastair heard footsteps running towards him. He stopped and turned, and he saw Cara running closer and closer. She was dressed in the same outfits as that day when they first met. Cara dashed past him and his underneath a table."Quick, hide. They're coming."She whispered to him. Alastair walked closer to her and crunched."Who is coming?" He asked her. Cara's yellow hair was particularly brighter than usual, and her eyes were like Sparks."The bad men. They are coming." Cara
Drax had dashed out of the catacombs and almost got lost along the way. What could he say? The route to the catacombs seemed to switch as he took them. The little corridors were all Similar, and he didn't know if it was just an architectural design or if it was magic.But he needed to find Cara as soon as possible. At the same time, he wondered if he had done the right thing leaving Alastair all alone in the catacombs. He was obviously under attack and Drax knew. It had to be Corvius. Drax knew how powerful the mad king was, and he knew nothing could really stop him, not for long.The primal cubes were containers of energy and they were very effective in boosting one's powers. Corvius was the first mage to have the ability to absorb energy, and especially absolve one as great as primal cubes-or was he?Drax knew that there was a great world out there and he was also aware of the fact that there were many other mages who could do excellent things. But none of them could reach Corvius'
Cara screamed as the knife made its way toward her. It was such an unexpected move. She did not even see the knife coming, possibly because she had not believed Drax when he said that Corvius was after her. She thought he was kidding.But why did Corvius want her dead?Drax still held on to the knife in his hand and as his hand bled, Cara realized that the knife was not meant to kill her. It was to knock her out. Another turn and the hilt would have knocked her out stone cold."Stay here!"Drax called out to her as the servant approached. The servant, a young woman walked towards Cara like a zombie. The sides of her hair were frozen, and her eyes had turned blue. Her lips were pale and cracked and it seemed like she was possessed by something."There is something inside her," Cara said to Drax who focused on the servant. Cara could see that she was being controlled by a consciousness that wasn't hers, and Drax could see it too.Suddenly, the servant growled and jumped towards Cara, mu
Drax could perceive the smell of wet soil. Its fresh, natural, and full scene filled his nostrils. As Drax opened his eyes, he found himself in a forest surrounded by tall trees whose tops could barely be seen. He swallowed as he observed the trees and wondered how it was possible. "No... No!"Drax gasped as he stood up quickly. He could not believe that it was actually happening, that he was actually there. He looked around the calm and green forest, and he could even feel some of the raindrops that fell on his skin.Drax knew what happened there a long time ago. It was his deepest and darkest secret, one that he did not want to relive. But something was messing with his mind and it was Corvius. The Ice King was playing tricks. Drax assured himself that he was alright. He just needed to be strong and refuse to play Corvius' sick game."You will not win! Do you hear me? You will not win!"Drax yelled and hua voice echoed. What came next was a calm wind, followed by the smell of burnt