As Ethan approached the glowing orb, its pulsating light filled the chamber with an ethereal glow, casting long shadows against the stone walls. Each step forward felt like a journey into the unknown, a leap of faith into the depths of uncertainty.With his heart pounding in his chest, Ethan reached out a trembling hand, his fingers hovering just inches from the shimmering surface of the orb. He could feel the power emanating from it, a palpable force that seemed to hum with ancient energy.As he hesitated, unsure of what lay ahead, a voice echoed in the depths of his mind—a voice as cold as ice and as sharp as a blade. "Do you seek the truth, mortal?" it whispered, its words sending shivers down Ethan's spine.Ethan swallowed hard, his throat dry with fear. "Yes," he replied, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I seek the truth, no matter the cost."A low chuckle reverberated through the chamber, its sound echoing off the stone walls like the laughter of a thousand ghosts. "Very w
As Ethan and his companions journeyed through the wilderness, the path ahead grew increasingly treacherous. The air crackled with an ominous energy, and the very ground beneath their feet seemed to tremble with the weight of the darkness that surrounded them.But even amidst the chaos, there was a glimmer of hope—a beacon of light shining in the darkness. For ahead of them lay the Council of Elders, a gathering of wise sages and powerful mystics who held the key to unlocking the secrets of the ancient world.With each step forward, Ethan felt a sense of anticipation building within him—a feeling that they were on the cusp of something momentous, something that would change the course of history forever. And as they drew closer to their destination, the air grew thick with the scent of incense and magic, a tangible reminder of the power that lay within the council's chambers.As they arrived at the gates of the council's stronghold, Ethan and his companions were greeted by an imposing
As Ethan and his companions journeyed onward, they found themselves enveloped in the oppressive heat of the desert sun. The sands stretched out endlessly before them, shimmering in the relentless glare, while above, the sky was a vast expanse of unforgiving blue.Despite the harsh conditions, Ethan pressed on, his determination unwavering in the face of adversity. He knew that every step brought them closer to their goal—the fabled City of Sorrows, hidden deep within the heart of the desert, where the secrets of the ancients lay waiting to be uncovered.But as they traveled deeper into the desert, they encountered challenges unlike any they had faced before. Fierce sandstorms swept across the dunes, threatening to engulf them in a swirling vortex of dust and debris. The scorching heat beat down upon them, sapping their strength and resolve with every passing moment.Yet, amidst the chaos and turmoil, Ethan and his companions found unexpected allies—a band of nomadic travelers, hardene
As Ethan and his companions ventured deeper into the oasis, they felt a sense of unease settle over them like a heavy shroud. The once tranquil surroundings now seemed to hum with an eerie energy, as if the very air crackled with anticipation of impending danger.They moved cautiously through the ancient ruins, their senses alert for any sign of trouble. The crumbling walls loomed overhead, casting long shadows that seemed to dance with malevolent intent.Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the air, causing Ethan and his companions to freeze in their tracks. They turned as one, their eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of the source of the sound.And then they saw it—a pair of glowing eyes peering out from the shadows, their gaze filled with a primal fury that sent shivers down their spines.Before them stood a creature unlike any they had ever seen—a massive lion, its mane bristling with golden fur and its claws gleaming in the dim light. It paced back and forth, its muscles rip
As Ethan and his companions ventured deeper into the temple's inner sanctum, they found themselves engulfed in darkness—a darkness so thick and suffocating that it seemed to press down upon them like a weight.Their torches flickered weakly, casting long shadows that danced along the walls, their movements eerie and unpredictable. The air was thick with the scent of decay, a foul stench that seemed to seep into their very bones.With each step, their hearts grew heavier, weighed down by the oppressive atmosphere that surrounded them. Fear gnawed at the edges of their minds, threatening to consume them whole.Suddenly, a sound echoed through the darkness—a sound like the distant wail of a lost soul, its mournful cry sending shivers down their spines. They froze, their senses on high alert as they strained to pierce the veil of shadows that lay before them.And then, from the darkness emerged a figure—a figure clad in tattered robes, their face hidden beneath a veil of shadows. Their ey
The next morning, the he was awakened to magnificent city which sprawled out before him, a concrete jungle teeming with life and chaos. Skyscrapers reached for the heavens, their gleaming glass surfaces reflecting the harsh light of the sun. But amidst the grandeur of the city, in a forgotten corner, lay an 18-year-old boy named Romsey, discarded by the family that had once been his anchor.Romsey, destined by nature's forces to be a curse to the family and people awoke to find himself lying on a tattered mattress, the coarse fabric scratching against his very skin. The room was small and dimly lit, with faded wallpaper peeling at the edges. A solitary window allowed feeble rays of sunlight to filter through, revealing a layer of dust that hung in the air.His eyes fell upon a cracked and faded mirror that hung on the wall opposite the bed. Its glass, marred by years of neglect, revealed fragments of her reflection. It was a mirror that had witnessed countless moments of despair, refl
Even as he walked into the crowd of familiar faces, he did not take off his cloak. Magnus was not one to enjoy the company of people, which was seemingly ironic considering his gift needed him to be around people. Even as he took slow strides, he could still feel eyes staring at him as they struggled to place who the mysterious person in the market was.But deep down, he knew that once he was cloaked, no one really bothered about his existence. This was Forseti and many people could move around, unnoticed. You would have to be a recognised member of the community to be stared at whenever you walked in the marketplace.As he moved around, he let his eyes scurry through the crowd of persons, allowing his mind to be fixated on many of them. Was that the woman from the bread store? Magnus allowed his mind to focus on her and suddenly, he could feel the burning sensation move down his spine. This was how it always felt; sometimes, it was even more intense: burning his insides until his voc
When Freya saw the gown, her eyes had immediately welled up, tears beginning to fall down her beautiful cheeks. On seeing her mother's reaction, Thora had rushed and encircled her in her arms. Thora knew that Freya had not expected Thora to make a gown this beautiful for her as a birthday present.But then, Thora always had a way of surprising people. Thora's friends, Alyssa, Naomi and Joffrey were present, and they fawned in adoration, their eyes not betraying how they felt."Happy birthday, Mother," Thora whispered.Thora and Alyssa had spent the past few days planning a birthday feast for Freya. However, Thora knew it wasn't going to be a feast per se because in the end, it was only going to be Thora and her friends that would be in attendance. Freya did not have many friends in The Central Clan. The clansmen and women always claimed that she questioned the gods, rather than just submit. Of course, Freya was not one to accept anything just the benevolence of the gods, even if she b
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
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
They rushed down to see what was happening at the castle’s ground floor. Zamorah instructed, “ keep an eye on him, let see what happening down there. Let's go!”Khalodi, Marx, Bonkey, Pronto and some other senior cadet members joined Zamorah. They scaled through the staircases with precision wondering who it was. Khalodi didn't wonder, he knew it was Khal Duraho. Underestimating Khal Duraho was like giving less credit to a snake in a room. If that snake wasn't confirmed dead, one should not sleep in the room because if you do, you may not tell the story to another. He played the chess move, he had only the queen and two pawns but he wanted to checkmate the other side who had the queen, knights bishops, rooks and a number of pawns. With the right strategy, he aimed at a stalemate if checkmate wasn't feasible. Khal Duraho was still so much in this battle!The first torch went out, then there was pandemonium. General Silver smiled, he wished Henry was present to witness the plan working
Aliyah stood at the edge of the camp, her eyes fixed on the dark silhouette of Zamorah's camp in the distance. The night breeze caressed her face, soothing her weary soul. This was the last night she would be ruled, the last night she would live as a subordinate. She was vindictive and would wreck vengeance on all giants, she didn't care whether they were all at fault or there was a particular group, she wanted all to suffer. As for the humans, that was Roosevelt's decision. She didn't have control over that besides she was a human, she wouldn't naturally want to hurt themThe night breeze whispered secrets as Aliyah stood at the edge of the camp basking in the moon's silver light. She snickered when she saw Olga, the runaway recalcitrant.She was determined that the transition from night to morning will begin new chapter in her life. She was no longer to be ruled but the ruler of her own destiny.As the darkness slowly faded away, giving birth to faint streaks of golden light, Aliyah
What happens when you walk around with a group of friends who are armed with swords and all? You should feel like no fiery darts can harm you. What happens when you walk around with a lion? You feel secured, I'm not sure if you feel better with your armed friends or with a lion, perhaps we can never know because one lion may equal ten men. But what happens when you walk around with a dragon? Lions don't fly neither do humans. Dragons spit fires and humans don't, do lions do? Then we wanna talk about strength, maybe a lion is stronger but the peculiar attributes of a dragon give it's an edge. It was the most confident stride he had taken in a long while. After seeing it's capabilities, he felt Khal Duraho didn't stand a chance.Zamorah and his men stood at the edge of the underground tunnel, their excitement palpable in the cold night air. They had been planning this attack for so many days and now the time had come.Zamorah could feel a surge of power coursing through his veins as
It was the second night without his priced possession in his chambers. It was happening too fast. Funny thing is that as much as he hated it he couldn't execute all his guards. How incompetent were they? To let one man and weakly pertulant female get through them and elope from the castle. Now he was desolate, with no one to trust and no one to rely on. Khal Duraho stood in front of his balcony, his heart racing in his chest. He had been restless for days, his mind consumed with thoughts of Khalodi and Marx. The two men had managed to evade capture for far too long, and Khal Duraho was determined to show them what he was made of.The balcony became small all of a sudden, it couldn't contain him. His heart alone was getting bigger than the vast space. He had no leads, he had failed woefully. He knew they laughed at him secretly and it pained him so much. How smart was Khalodi ? What was the limit to his deception? He had deceived him down to the night of his escape. Life was indeed no
In the depths of the ancient forest, where the trees stood tall and proud, a circle of witches gathered beneath the light of the full moon. Their faces were illuminated by the flickering flames of their torches as they stood in solemn silence, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them.They had sensed the shift in the balance of power, felt the ripple of magic that had swept through the forest like a whisper on the wind. And now, as they watched the babies transform into dragons, they knew that their time had come.With a sense of purpose that bordered on obsession, the witches set to work, gathering their ingredients and preparing their spells. They knew that the dragons were a force to be reckoned with, creatures of immense power and strength. But they were not afraid, for they wielded a power of their own – a power that had been passed down through generations, a power that had been honed and refined over centuries of study and practice.As the dragons took flight and dis
Williams was reluctant about it. He had suffered enough for this children. Now they wanted him to gove them out?“I have just escaped the ungodly hands of the ruthless Khal Duraho. And I promise you, whatever you saw here, it might only be worse compared to what the king has in mind for this group here.” Khalodi had a black look, trying to show the urgency of the help he needed.His decision mattered but he was all for the victory of the team. He didn't want any harm to reach his child but life was a risk. Even in his arms, the child could be harmed. Ethan thought otherwise they were warriors and they fought as well, Ethan persuaded him to profee solution to the problem at hand and finally he agreed. All hands were on deck as everyone was busy with what will bring them to success. Caitlyn, a skilled healer and caretaker would tend to the wounds of the fallen in battle. Cassandra after arriving with the veteran witch will head the medical unit and perform her duty well.He had read
Rafi had never had anyone ask about him. He always seemed inconsequential and for someone to notice him, then there was a liking. Not that he wasn't all what the women would want or need, but he was a mere guard and guards never got that special treatment. He didn't know Caitlyn had something for Rafi, that means he made a good first impression. Rafi my man, why are you not here to see your first crush? He imagined shaking him in their traditional way, Rafi was like a brother and amongst all other wonderful characteristics in which he possessed, he was fun!O poor Rafi, he hoped he was still alive. He sacrificed a lot for them to be there. He wasn't where he was without him, he was a crucial part of his journey. If Khal Duraho was smart, he won't kill him, he will use him to get to them. He didn't mind that as far as it made a possibility for him to be alive. Bul Khal Duraho always never thought with his brain, his actions were mostly by impulse and it lacked firm reasoning.Caitlyn r