THE FOUR of them was never that fast to snap their heads towards the owner of the voice that Chloe could literally hear the dangerously loud cracks coming from their necks. Not far from them, a silhouette was almost clinging to the tree trunk.
Barbie, Blaise and Kieran couldn't see much, but Chloe can. The body was hunched against the tree and its dress were tattered and tainted with dried blood. She could see the face because its long black hair was almost covering it. One thing was for sure. The body was that of a female and it's injured.
"Blaise!" Chloe called as she moved past the trio and hurried to the direction of the woman. He immediately knew why she called him so he followed.
As soon as they got to the female's spot, Chloe paled. "Drêy Zillah!"
Blaise froze while Barbie and Kieran walked briskly towards Zillah. Chloe immediately kneeled beside the semi-conscious princess and moved her long hair away from her face in a careful way. Zillah's face was
CHLOE'S BLADE made a whirring noise as she twirled it in her hand. When the wild dogs were a few feet away from them, she raised Bellatrix in front of her. Her golden eyes glazed over, the feelings of Dana Rein more prominent now than Chloe's. The feeling of the sword's hilt gripped by her right hand. The smell of battle awaiting for her. And the slight tension of her shoulders.Although the body she was in was inexperienced and young, Dana relished the thought of the battle to come, a chance to fight once again - here in the body of her successor, an all too familiar anatomy when she was still alive and starting to fight in a bloody battlefield.Chloe - with Dana's consciousness - glanced at her two companions. Tara and Kieran were already battle ready. Tara had her sleek double-edged blade in front of her, ready to slice some beasts and rage could be seen in her violet eyes. Kieran was calmer, standing with his staff on his left hand and his right hand casually placed
A HALF-DOZEN MEN that hadn't been visible a moment before, appeared around them and blocked even the only exit. Chloe scanned the room, noting that they were in fact inside a dungeon. She raised Bellatrix at the ready until she found what she was looking for.Drake Lornn and Theo Jōn were tied with heavy chains inside a single dungeon, looking half-dead. There was no sight of Marjien Zūng at all. Chloe turned her gaze upon the enemies that surrounded them. This time, the men of the Olaire Tribe were all accompanied by venomous monsters. Snakes, scorpions, even felines with their tribe's poison.A man lunged at Tara. She took a step back, flipping her spear in her hand and driving the butt into another of the man's face. As the man stumbled back, she plunged the bladed end into the scorpion that had lunged at her, wrenching it out as the monster began to spurt out poison. Kieran was quick to raise an earthen shield for the three of them. No one could get bear Kieran Lornn
THE fire from the cave's torches flickered as Chloe stood protectively in front of the prison where Theo Jōn and Drake Lornn were bound with chains against the wall. Tara and Kieran had their shoulders tensed, their grip on their weapons were far tight than usual."Relax," Chloe said whispered to them. She focused her eyes through the dark, following the direction of the clapping noise. A man was walking in the narrow entrance to the deeper part of the cave. Chloe narrowed her golden eyes when she recognized him."Impressive!" a voice echoed across the place. "I wasn't sure if you would survive this, but it's a relief to know that the Blood Star could fight this good!""Sean Olaire, leader of the Olaire Tribe," Chloe emotionlessly said.The figure emerged from the dark, the fire only made Sean Olaire's sinister presence became even more evil. He was grinning at her, focusing only at her. "Hello, Chloe Rein. We met again.""You're the one who released th
"Halt!"The group paused from their steps and turned around to face the queen. She narrowed her eyes at them. "You were saying something before the Saranian arrived. What is it?"Chloe shifted on her feet. In all honesty, she was unconscious when Dana was taking over her body. She didn't know what had happen at the moment she encountered the Olaire member and his wild dogs. She glanced at Kieran. Sensing her gaze, Kieran just nodded. Her eyes went to Tara Jōn who was secretly yawning. The pink-haired woman waved her hand in a way telling her to go on before walking away, leading a few Krysts who were carrying the bodies of the Lou Brothers. Both signs that she will be fine.She sighed and trailed her gaze back to the queen. "The Olaire Tribe was behind the kidnapping and torture of the Drêy and the rest of the Five Leaf Clovers' members."Barbie clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. "That explained why they were absent for how many days in the Krystalline
THE moment Chloe and Blaise arrived at their residence shared by the group of friends and entered the house, a blur of silver threw itself against Chloe hurling them to the ground. Chloe grunted, shifting on her place with her two elbows leaning on the ground. "Jus, I can't breathe," she rasped. Jucel sat up, her face scrunched up in a cute frown. "I was worried about you!" Chloe frowned at her. "I was worried about you, too! Look at you. Getting all beat up because of that Hwā. Are you really a Saranian warrior?" she taunted with a raised eyebrow. Jucel blinked at her. The rest of the group were chuckling and sighing. All of their worries were wiped out, thanks to the two girls' antics. Lucian went to them and offered his two hands. "Come on now," Lucian gently said. Chloe and Jucel looked at each other before they smiled, taking one hand each and let Lucian pull them up. They were then taken aback when Lucian proceeded to engulf them in a hu
THERE were memories Prince Zephrain would want to bury in his mind. Memories that were a combination of bitter and sweet. He neither wanted it to be remembered nor he wanted it to be forgotten. The paradox of his wishes made it more bittersweet than any other past of his.He was only nineteen at that time, still considered as a young Kryst. He was naive, and he was in love of adventure. Not until he was introduce to a beautiful woman of his age. A woman of an entirely different world and power.~O~O~O~PRINCE ZEPHRAIN walked out of the throne room with a sigh of exhaustion and relief. He rubbed the side of his neck and rolled his left shoulder, grimacing when he felt the ache on his upper back. Really... he may be the first Prince but he's not the only one in line. There's still his younger brother, one who's intelligence was on par with him in a whole different level.Zephrain groaned to himself. That was the problem. That kid was not yet ready to become the
THE BLIZZARD whipped snow and ice across the mountain pass, threatening to send the two figures skidding off the side of the cliff. If their shoes hadn't been equipped with spikes and if they hadn't been used to such tough travel, they would've certainly been dead by that point.The winter weather was being awfully wicked.Zephrain dug his boots into the ground to get a firmer stance, one hand clinging to a bit of rock on the mountainside. This storm had come from nowhere. Nothing in the sky that morning had warned either him or Angelica that a blizzard was on the move, so they had thought it would be safe to go hunting and gathering on the mountainside.The two of them, along with the other members of the special squad, were on a mission in the northern land of Deirdre. Their comrades were left behind in a village near where they were right now.Bits of ice sliced at any bit of skin that was exposed, making him wish he had a full mask and not just his hood a
WARMTH.That was the first thing Vivien felt as she stirred into consciousness. She was warm again, and she could feel blankets and furs tucked in around her. A piece of soft fluff was tickling her exposed skin, but she realized that it was just Snow, who seemed to be laying on her chest. Snow was the small white bird she saved while in a travel with Marjien. Since then, Snow tagged along with the two of them.Someone touched her forehead; delicate, cool fingers resting against her skin. The hand traveled to her cheek, a thumb running across her cheekbone. Her hand snapped out and caught the three of the big fingers that were touching her. It was more of a reflex than anything. She opened her eyes, blinking in the dim candlelight, and saw a young man leaning over her. She recognized the big emerald eyes, but now she could see the face those kind eyes belonged to.The man, Zephrain, had auburn hair that looked like the leaves in the autumn season. It fell around his