His brother was down; he took it personally. He had to fight for redemption now. Aliyah looked like she had just won a lottery, he was about to wipe away that smile. With his bow and arrow and his dragon, he was going to destroy her no matter what it took. Brotherhood and family was a concept he didn't joke with.He didn't even let them regroup, he sent arrows flying into their side landing on several chests. While he was at that the dragon spread his wings and rained fire down on the witches, giving them no room to heal.Zamorah's mind was lost in a web of thoughts as they walked, his eyes darting nervously from side to side. If only they knew that there was no Lateefah and the twins now dragons etched to destroy him, he would wake up from his fantasy. It was just a ploy to make him gain absolute control over them. Khal Duraho was not a man with an aota of mercy or compassion, once you are wrong you face the consequences of your actions. So definitely if he had Lateefah and the twins
The dragon hovering over them lunged forward, Khalodi was flexible and skilled. He pushed them to the opposite direction while backflipping swiftly. The arrows passed his head ‘phew phew’ before he landed. Before they knew it, it was a sunny day. He dragon first tanned the skins but before giving them a hot bath. Zamorah didn't delay, he swiftly charged forward with anything that he picked first he used to define and smite the enemy.Khalodi had tried but it wasn't enough to save Rafi. One of the arrows caught him, this time in a place that he would have to lose the battle to death, his neck. He laid down in throbbing pain, there was no coming back whatsoever from this battle, death had won the battle over this life. Swiftfox was lucky, only a flesh wound on her arm as she struggled to safety watching the warriors exchange blows and iron clanging sounds reverberating the castle walls. She squeezed her arm and rolled under the dinning table. Zamorah, a man you could rely on when it w
In the quiet town of Crestwood, nestled deep within the heart of the Appalachian Mountains, a chilling legend had haunted the residents for generations. It was a tale that sent shivers down spines, a story spoken in hushed tones around flickering bonfires on the night of the autumn equinox—a night when the boundary between the known and the unknown blurred, and the very air seemed charged with an eerie energy. The legend spoke of the "Footprint," an enigmatic and unsettling phenomenon that occurred like clockwork, as reliable as the seasons themselves. Every year, on that fateful night, the Footprint would reappear, etching itself into the rocky soil near the edge of town. It was a single, enormous footprint, larger than any man's, with distinct arches and toes that appeared impossibly human. And yet, it was a relic from the past—a past filled with mystery, uncertainty, and dread. Generations of Crestwood's residents had gathered around the massive bonfire in the town square, their f
In the quiet town of Crestwood, things started to deepen as villagers crowd what seemed to have been a desolate land of fear and silence, nestled deep within the Appalachian Mountains, a chilling legend had haunted the residents for generations. They spoke in hushed tones of the "Footprint," a mysterious and eerie phenomenon that occurred every year on the night of the autumn equinox. As the townspeople gathered around bonfires, they shared tales of the Footprint's origin. Legend had it that over a century ago, a young man named Elijah vanished without a trace on that fateful night. The only remnant of his existence was a single enormous footprint, deeply imprinted into the rocky soil. No one could explain it, and over the years, the legend had taken on a life of its own. The townsfolk, perched on weathered logs around the crackling bonfire, exchanged stories that sent shivers down their spines. The elders recounted how their grandparents had spoken of the Footprint as a symbol of bo
Ethan Brooks was a man of science, a professor at the nearby Crestwood University, and an outsider in the town. When he first arrived, the townspeople regarded him with suspicion, but his amiable nature and genuine curiosity won them over. Despite his academic pursuits, Ethan couldn't resist the lure of the local legend. Each autumn equinox, he would venture to the site of the Footprint, armed with his measuring instruments and an insatiable desire to uncover the truth. Year after year, he meticulously documented the anomaly, but its origins remained elusive. The townsfolk grew accustomed to Ethan's presence during the equinox nights. They watched him with a mix of curiosity and amusement as he measured and studied the Footprint. Over time, some of them began to approach him, cautiously sharing their own stories and beliefs regarding the legend. One crisp autumn evening, Ethan sat alone by the Footprint, surrounded by the quiet rustling of leaves in the forest. The equinox moon cast
The autumn equinox arrived with a whisper of cool breeze, stirring the leaves in the forest around the Footprint. The moon hung like a silver coin in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow on the ancient symbol in the ground. Ethan, as he did every year, stood by the imprint with his measuring instruments, poised to continue his quest to unravel its secrets. As the night wore on, and the darkness deepened, a soft rustling in the underbrush caught Ethan's attention. He turned, squinting through the shadows, and saw a figure emerging from the trees. It was a woman, moving gracefully as if she were part of the night itself. Her hair cascaded in dark waves down her back, and her eyes, as they met Ethan's, held a depth of knowledge that seemed to span centuries. She was dressed in attire that seemed both out of place and timeless, like a relic from a bygone era. "Good evening," she greeted Ethan with a voice that was a melodic blend of warmth and mystery. "I see you're here again, seeki
Ethan and Isabella spent months researching the Footprint, pouring over old journals, maps, and cryptic family records. Their shared fascination with the legend turned into a deep bond, and they became inseparable. They delved into the history of the Footprint, tracing its origins to centuries-old legends that spoke of a gateway to another world. Isabella's family records contained stories of ancestors who had ventured into the realm beyond the Footprint, their accounts filled with descriptions of surreal landscapes, mythical creatures, and the tantalizing promise of knowledge untold. With each passing day, Ethan's scientific skepticism was gradually giving way to an unquenchable curiosity. He marveled at the consistency of the reports, across generations, of strange occurrences during the equinox nights. It was as though the Footprint held a cosmic secret, one that was beyond the scope of conventional science. The bond between Ethan and Isabella deepened, their connection transcend
As the ritual unfolded, the earth beneath their feet trembled. The ground cracked, and a blinding light emanated from the Footprint, casting an eerie glow across the forest. Ethan and Isabella watched in awe as the soil began to shift, revealing a hidden chamber beneath the earth. The chamber was bathed in the same ethereal light as the Footprint itself. The air was charged with a sense of wonder and anticipation as they cautiously descended into the underground chamber, guided by the unearthly glow. The walls of the chamber were adorned with ancient symbols and intricate carvings that seemed to tell a story of another world. Strange artifacts lay scattered about, relics of a civilization that had long been forgotten. It was as though they had stumbled upon a hidden archive of knowledge, waiting to be deciphered. Isabella's eyes gleamed with excitement as she carefully picked up a weathered journal from a stone pedestal. The journal bore the name "Elijah" on its cover, and it was fi