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The Last Blood Mage Atheria, The Princess of Serenhaven
Three years ago, under the clear blue sky, a majestic marble castle known as Eldergleam stood tall and proud in the heart of the elven kingdom of Serenhaven. Its towering spires and intricate carvings seemed to reach for the heavens themselves, a testament to the elegance and artistry of the elven people.On the castle's expansive training grounds, bathed in dappled sunlight filtering through the surrounding forest, Atheria was honing her combat skills. Her short sword gleamed in her hand as she gracefully moved through a series of precise strikes and parries against training dummies.Atheria's fiery red hair, a rarity among her people, flowed like a waterfall as she danced through her practiced forms. Her emerald eyes, full of determination, never left her target as she slashed and lunged, each movement a testament to her dedication.As she focused on her training, a group of elven soldiers, her comrades, approached her with grins on their faces. One of them, a tall and muscular elf
The Last Blood Mage Belanor, The Snake
Under the gentle glow of the moonlight, Atheria and Lorian ventured into the castle gardens, their steps slow and unhurried. The night air was crisp and cool, carrying with it the soothing scents of blooming flowers and whispering secrets of the world beyond the castle walls.Lorian's eyes sparkled as he looked up at his sister, his mischievous spirit undiminished even after the earlier kitchen escapade. "Atheria, you used to lift me like this when I was little. Just one more time?"Atheria chuckled at her brother's request. "Oh, Lorian, you're growing so fast. But all right, just one more time."With an affectionate smile, she carefully scooped him up into her arms, lifting him high above her head. Lorian giggled with delight, feeling like he was soaring among the stars.They strolled along the garden path, the gentle night breeze rustling the leaves and caressing their faces. Lorian broke the tranquil silence with a heartfelt sigh. "Atheria, sometimes I miss having a mother."Atheri
The Last Blood Mage You Can't Handle The Truth
The next day, Atheria and Lyra set out for Belanor's secluded villa. The villa was nestled deep within the forest, hidden from the prying eyes of the world. It was a magnificent structure, surrounded by lush greenery and guarded by towering oak trees. The villa itself was built from white marble, its grandeur echoing the prosperity of its owner.As they approached, Atheria couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. "This place is like a fortress, Lyra. We'll need to be cautious."Lyra nodded in agreement. "Agreed. Belanor won't make this easy for us, and we can't afford any mistakes."They crouched in the dense undergrowth, observing the villa from a distance. Armed guards patrolled the perimeter, and torches illuminated the area even in broad daylight. Atheria's heart ached at the thought of her younger brother, Lorian, being in such a dangerous place. She knew she had to succeed in their mission to keep him safe.Lyra whispered her plan to Atheria, detailing how they would disabl
The Last Blood Mage The Lucky Star
King Galathor, a regal figure with elven features, stood in the eerie room, bathed in dim candlelight. His long, silver hair cascaded down his shoulders, and his piercing blue eyes held an air of authority. Dressed in dark, ceremonial robes adorned with intricate patterns, he exuded an aura of power.The room was adorned with ritualistic drawings etched onto the floor and walls, symbols that hinted at dark and ancient practices. In the center of the room, a massive table stood, its surface marred by old bloodstains, a testament to its sinister purpose.Beside King Galathor, a bear mask rested on a pedestal, an emblem of his power and status within the secretive world he inhabited. He wore it on ceremonial occasions, a symbol of strength and dominance.As the eerie atmosphere lingered, a figure shrouded in a black robe and wearing a wolf mask entered the room. The mask bore an expression of cunning and ruthlessness as it concealed the identity of the figure beneath.King Galathor turne
The Last Blood Mage Two Against All
Belanor, now revealed as a loyal servant of King Galathor, explained the monarch's history of human sacrifices and his insatiable lust for power. His words painted a chilling picture of a ruler willing to do whatever it took to secure his dominion."Your father," Belanor began, his voice laced with disdain, "has a long history of sacrificing humans to attain more power and influence. He sees himself as a visionary, one who can usher in a new era for our people, even if it means committing atrocities to achieve his goals."Atheria couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her father, the man she had admired and respected, had a dark and twisted side she had never known. She fell to the ground, shaken to her core, unable to accept that her beloved father would be involved in such heinous acts.Lyra, who had heard rumors of King Galathor's sacrificial rituals but had never witnessed them firsthand, remained silent. Her eyes bore a mix of sorrow and understanding, as if she had suspected the
The Last Blood Mage Galathor, The Bear
As Atheria and Lyra fought their way closer to the cliff's edge, several archers positioned themselves and drew their bows. With deadly accuracy, they fired a volley of arrows that whistled through the air. Atheria and Lyra, their senses dulled by the white powder that still clung to their skin and clothes, were unable to react in time. Arrows struck them, finding their marks. Atheria cried out as pain seared through her side, while Lyra grunted as an arrow pierced her shoulder. Blood flowed from their wounds, staining their clothes and adding to the chaos of the battle. Despite their injuries, the guards continued to pursue them relentlessly. The relentless assault forced Atheria and Lyra closer and closer to the cliff's edge. The guards, their determination fueled by Belanor's commands, pressed forward, weapons drawn and faces twisted with rage. With the cliff now looming before them, Lyra gasped, her vision blurred by the pain of her injuries. She looked at Atheria and said urgen
The Last Blood Mage Payback Begins
Lyra sat in their brightly lit room, recounting Atheria's past to Xander. Her voice held a somber tone as she spoke of the young princess's trials and tribulations. Xander stood nearby, his body trembling with anger as he absorbed the tale of betrayal and sacrifice."How could a father be willing to sacrifice his own daughter?" Xander seethed, his fists clenched.Lyra let out a heavy sigh. "You won't believe the lengths people will go to for power, especially when they're manipulated by the Hidden Hands. King Galathor was a different man before their influence."Xander's eyes burned with fury as he listened to the horrors that had befallen Atheria. "And what about Lorian? What happened to him? How did Atheria manage to escape Serenehaven?"Lyra shook her head, her expression filled with uncertainty. "Only Atheria knows what happened after we emerged from the waterfall. After our desperate escape from Thalorian's clutches, I woke up in a secluded cabin, but Atheria was gone."Lyra's wo
The Last Blood Mage Shadowsteel Mine Part One
The night air was cool as Xander crouched atop a hill, his eyes fixed on the distant gold mine that lay beneath the sprawling canvas of stars. The mine was an imposing sight, its entrance flanked by towering watchtowers that stood sentinel against the ink-black sky. The harsh glow of torches and lanterns illuminated the area, revealing the presence of armored guards patrolling the perimeter. Lyra stood beside him, her voice low and grave as she pointed toward the mine. "Those slaves down there," she said, her voice tinged with sadness, "they work day and night, given only an hour of sleep. They toil endlessly, their lives bound to the hidden hands' insatiable greed for gold." Xander's eyes followed her gesture, and he could make out the hunched figures of countless slaves laboring tirelessly in the depths of the mine. They were like shadows, their silhouettes stark against the flickering torchlight. It was a grim sight, one that stirred anger within him. As he surveyed the area, Xan
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