********** I wake up before sunrise and make my way to the stables nearby. I tell one of my men to alert the others as I intend to leave earlier than was originally planned. I find the young lady who gave me the letter and give her my response to this friend that I have stumbled on. “Make sure that our friend gets this.” “Yes, or no?” she asks. “You don’t need to know that.” “Actually, I do.” “And why is that?” “I have prepared two methods of delivering your response, but it all depends on your answer. Lying to me won’t help you. Is it yes, or no?” Whatever it is, it’s not like you would confirm it? Or would you? “That would be a yes.” Her eyes glow as she stares at the envelope. She blinks a few times, dispelling the glow in her eyes before raising her head with a smile. “Thank you for not lying to me. I will send it right away, Commander.” She tucks it beneath her cloak and I watch her leave. Just as am about to turn away, she motions to a group of children playing in the s
“Leon, it’s so wonderful to see you again,” A’el says. “It’s been too long, my dear A’el,” Leon says as they embrace each other. “And who is this lovely creature by your side?” “Be nice to her, A’el, she’s a friend. Her name is Monica Flaughan.” Monica’s appearance is nothing short of breathtaking. Seeing her with Leon makes me feel like these two creatures of Kelor were meant for each other. “It’s an honour to meet you, Princess,” Monica says as she makes a graceful curtsy. “Oh, my dear, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I wasn’t aware that Leon had friends other than Deven and I. Leon, where have you been hiding her?” Leon goes on to tell the story of how he went to Monica’s town and how he chose her for her prowess with a spear and knowledge of Kelor’s creatures, all the while, never taking his eyes off Monica. Monica on the other hand seems to be aware of it but doesn’t blush or give away any of her emotions apart from the appropriate smile and gentle gaze. Leon goes on to tell t
**********A faint, distant echo sings through the darkness. Indistinguishable words fill the air around me. I turn around again and again but the black veil blocks me view. I try to push it aside but me hands aren’t listening to me.Wait! Are me eyes open? Are me hands moving?I try to take in a deep breath but my chest feels like it’s being gently crushed.Am I dying?The echo grows louder and suddenly a white light pierces through the veil. I instinctively try to move towards it but my body won’t listen. I sense that my limbs are still attached to me but I can’t do anything with them.Move! Move! Move!My body ignores my cries but surprisingly, the light responds. It grows bigger and soon it’s all around me. The light pierces through the holes of a woolly blanket made up of pieces with many shapes and sizes. All of them moving in the same direction at a slow pace like a leaf carried by the current of a lazy stream. Tiny pieces of the woolly blanket fall on me face and the impact lea
The winged group lands next to the burial site. I’m not sure if it is a coincidence or a show of respect, but I’m grateful nonetheless. After the attack we had last night, we’re in no condition to fight but we would if someone or something insulted us by standing on the graves of our loved ones. One of the armed winged-men begins to draw his sword but is immediately stopped by the younger of the two winged-women with rainbow-like sparks. She places a hand over his and then steps forward from the group. I am surprised by the man’s actions and turn to look at Ragnar. I’m even more surprised to see his axe in his free hand. I didn’t even hear him unsheathe it. I look at my tribe and notice Tumak, and the rest of the tribe, are also armed. The events of the previous night have set them on edge but we don’t need another day of bloodshed. I give them the signal to lower their weapons. They hesitate at first, but eventually Ragnar obeys my command and so do the others. As usual, Tumak is t
Since we have no Hall to gather in, we sat outside in a secluded area, forming a circle. The number of new young council members we had only made me grief that much harder to bare. “We must send people to represent us at the event the Fairy Princess talked about,” Tumak said. “Is it not customary for us to spend 5 days mourning our fallen brothers and sisters?” Ragnar asks. “The Chief was right to refuse her invitation. And it was kind of the princess to be considerate and give us time to mourn.” “Yes, her kindness was heartwarming, but with everything that’s going on around here, I suggest we make an exception. The tribe can gain a lot by winning the favour of some of these creatures. Did any of us understand what the fairy princess was talking about, when she told us of the other natives of this land? I fear that there are more strange creatures in kelor and it would be to our advantage if we new more about them. Who knows? Maybe we might even find some of them at the fairy’s event
********** The carriage was fitted with the finest wood from our forests and elegantly decorate with ember and emerald stones. It was a gift that I had given Leon after his Rites ceremony. A ceremony in which he was acknowledged as the next leader of the Vampire creatures. It was kind of strange that we were using this particular carriage to take us to A’el’s ceremony. In whatever case, the beauty of the carriage and the nuance of the moment did very little to distract me from the light jostling that occurred as we rode through the dense forests. My unease must have been written on my face because Monica kept looking at me and asking if I was alright. After asking me the same question and receiving the same answer for the hundredth time, she kept her question to herself but wore her worry like a brilliant coloured mask for all of Kelor to see. “I'm fine, Monica. Stop worrying about me.” “But you don't look fine, Prince Deven. Is there anything I can get you? Water, or perhaps some
“You can turn sired creatures back to their original kind?” I asked. “There is a secret ritual known only to the royal family, but it doesn’t work all the time, especially when the creature has been sired for many days. Despite how my father felt about it, I decided to let Queen Verona know of their chances of surviving and that is why she refused to let us try. I don’t blame her, I would have done the same thing. Why would anyone let their own kind die somewhere far away from their loved ones?” Leon was always caring about others even when they weren’t his kind. I think that was one of the reasons we became good friends. “It was hard to see our friends and family in that state,” Monica said. “Queen Verona placed them in a tower and allowed us to visit them. Our mages did all that they could to save them but, one day, it all went wrong. The sired became dead but at the same time they weren’t dead. Their eyes turned black. Bodies became pale. Nails and teeth transformed into those o
I got out of the carriage with Leon and Monica following close behind. The misty air enveloped us . I ignored the cold air stinging my skin as I stood and listened. One moment the shrieking sounds came from the east, and the next, from the north. Although the forest wasn’t densely covered with trees, it seemed to be aiding the shriekers by echoing their cries. “Can you find their location?” I asked, turning to Leon. “I only have a broad location, north-east.” I started to move in the direction that Leon had stated but was stopped by a strong hand that was placed on my shoulder. “Deven, wait.” Horror filled the vampire prince’s eyes. “I can’t hear any heartbeats.” Dead! Are all my kind dead?! Leon shook his head as if mind reading was a skill that he possessed. “All I know is that the creatures that are making that noise aren’t alive.” The shrieks began to get louder and so did the howls. Leon began to order the combined forces of humans and vampires. He made them abandon their re