He noticed that the young man named Fraco, as well as the half-breed named Lerroy had stopped and camped in a house. The centaur half-breed named Cecilli… as he heard the name, was on the lookout for his creator.‘Here goes nothing.’ He said to himself as he approached them. And as he crawled --- tiptoed closer and closer, he recalled everything he learned from the Fortress. Anything. Every information to make them believe.He approached the three, and noticed that Geralt of Solaria was no longer with them.“Good evening.” He informs the three with a grin. As predicted, the Centaurs stood up from their seats and were ready to end his life.He’s an intruder, of course. But he managed to stand his ground. Fraco already had a ball of fire on his hand. Cecilli was commanding black and red water. And Lerroy was pointing a sword at him.He knew he had to be bold.“I’m a survivor.” Was what he said first. And he noticed it caught Fraco’s attention. Though the words sting against his tongue,
The deep voice whispered faintly but the sound rang loud in his ears as if someone was screaming. He stood up, and looked everywhere. He tried to check the Dark Druid through the faint light coming from the torch. The fire flickered and he heard someone crawling… creeping. The sound of footsteps was light and did not sound human. Fast. Fast footsteps and weary. Creeping and crawling carefully back to where it came from or where it had hidden.‘Find the traitor!’ The voice screams this time. Angry. ‘Find him. Find him!’He decided to sleep at the Forest of Zodiacs.It seems like his own mind will not let him sleep tonight. He walks closer to Lerroy instead. HYe looks like he needs more rest than he does.“Half-breed, hey.” His deep voice echoed. And Fraco watches as he looks up to him with a tired smile.“What?” “I think I’ll keep watch this time.” Was what Fraco said, “And I’m not asking. You sleep. I’ve had enough rest.” The half-breed agreed. Soon the fire in the torch will bur
The griffon’s mighty wing flutters and moves faster and faster. Kane and Dalton were wearing a uniform similar to that of a Sorcerer assigned to work on a fortress. “We’re ready to fly – sir.” Kane’s head whips up in incredulity, and he watches, almost nervously — and his eyes are shaking as Dalton straps on the belt on his body for protection. The belt on his body had been secured too. Now all that’s left is for them to take off. “Are you good?” Dalton doesn’t look up. Not until he had fastened himself and was ready for the flight. “Ready.” Kane took a deep breath. Truth be told, he was more nervous about seeing Lerroy than the risk of flying. “You think he’s alive?” He shouted, mainly because of the noise created by the griffon. Dalton rolled his eyes. “Of course he’s alive. Lerroy is strong.” “Seriously you shouldn’t have left him there.” Kane swears Dalton gave him a look that he could only describe as intimidating. “What?!” He spat, looking offended. “What if he dies? W
Rowan the Creator had always loved watching as a storm built in the skies below him. He loved watching as the dark clouds seemed to coalesce into one large mass of storm clouds even as distant streaks showed the clear juxtaposition between the clear and dark clouds, like streaks of light against the building darkness. And the winds swirled and buffeted him with strength, tossing strands of his hair around, feeling the cold chill of the winds no matter what season it was. He loved smelling that rich, strong, almost electric scent that told him that lightning was building in the clouds, a prophecy that would always hold true as a sudden blast of lightning erupted against the dark heavens above him. A play of light, too quick for most eyes to do more than get a quick glimpse of the expected trajectory. And then, the low booming sound of thunder that usually followed after. Perhaps it was not normal, this strange love of storms but he always supposed that it was just one of the we
Who would have thought that Kane would learn how to fly in such a short amount of time. Kane was flying through the air, his hands against the side of his body, the winds whipping strongly against him. Below him was cloud cover, striated clouds tinged with slight pink, rose and gold like the colors of a sunrise… He knew he was rushing, that hurrying somewhere was a matter of utmost importance right now, but he couldn’t remember why. He couldn’t recall what had happened. As he looked ahead, he saw it. A column of dark storm clouds, twisting together to form a miles-high column. Even from this distance, he could see what appeared to be dark specks circling that storm cloud and, without a doubt, he knew a battle lay ahead.At his side, he knew without knowing how he knew, four other forms had joined him in flight, keeping pace with him as he soared ahead. A mixture of different faces and different looks, at once, they were strangers to him and also his closest friends.A woman with ice
She raised her hand into the air and signaled Daimon to come closer. Within minutes, he walked towards Gwendolyn with a chair in his hand. And she thought Daimon would bring a jar full of Sangria too. Seems like Scorpio’s taste in food is preventing the tall beautiful man from feasting on something he’s unfamiliar with. ‘How overly cautious.’ Gwendolyn thought. Daimon was eating something out of a banana leaf and it smells heavenly too. At the sight of the sunset hitting his face, Gwendolyn can’t help but smile. This is going to be her life once the Dark Druid has been contained and punished for his crimes. Now, all that’s left is to wait for Geralt of Cecilli to come and descend from the stars once more. While they were landing on the Helicopter, Daimon kept telling her to be wary of Lucas’s moves. And it annoyed the hell out of her when he’s being so overprotective of her. Not only that, but Daimon had been a bit rude to Lucas. Lucas was only asking her harmless questions, y
It was funny that he always seemed to find himself doing the same thing when had nothing better to do. Jeremy glanced up from the book he held in one hand and looked around. The seats were filling up and the Keepers were rushing in one by one or two by two. He spotted Jack and Nad, as well as familiar faces from the Fortress of Thiradone. Darlene was sitting beside him, both of them sitting in the right end corner just in case Landon cried. It was already 7:45AM and the Elder announced that the assembly would start by 8 o’clock, sharp. Which would mean that the three were about to come soon. The three bearers of the souls of the Celestials. He closed the book and straightened up from the seat in which he had been sitting for the past hour, sipping coffee and reading at the same time. “Did you bring extra coffee for me?” Darlene asks with a smile as she rocks Landon to sleep, the little one sleeping soundly on her arms. “I did.” He answered proudly. Because he was sure that he
It’s not like Pipper to concern himself with things that aren’t any of his business. The rational part of his brain tells him to let it go and simply be thankful that there’s another survivor, but his heart is saying something else. Something questionable about what happened. And how Lucas managed to survive. He looked around and his head was spinning as time seemed to slow down. Slowing, slowing…and stopping. It’s Lucas, back leaned against the chair with stark blue eyes staring at him. Eyes flashing defiance. “Pipper, are you alright? You seemed tense.” Pipper laughs softly. “Maybe not. I’ve always disliked assemblies like this. We have had them since we were kids. And the normies always bullid us whenever we are at one, saying we don't belong there...” As the two conversed, Cecilli and Dalton watched how the two acted. It’s not just Pipper who has an odd feeling with this man. It’s how Lucas' actions had changed. His strong personality was charismatic before. Now he seems para