“Councilman Devereux will see you now, Mr. Edlen.”
Kai nodded sharply to the butler.
He stood from one of the several chairs positioned on either side of the long corridor. A rich, mahogany wainscot clashed opulently with the deep cherry and gold-patterned walls. As he straightened his tailored coat, his attention lingered on the gold frames hanging on the walls, focusing specifically on the largest painting.
Stilling, he stared.
He’d seen it a dozen times before, yet in the past, he’d always walked by without a second glance. It was an old adornment to the wall, as noted by the use of oil paints. If it had been newer, it would have been a colorless photograph like some of the other pieces in its immediate proximity.
Kai was glad it was an oil painting.
Photographs, though entirely realistic and lifelike, did not possess the color of life.
He stared into the blue eyes of his lost friend, feeling t
Their eyes were haunted.Jaded.For weeks, Sachiel stared into their lifeless eyes, fathoming and speculating how a living soul could appear so dead. So dead, yet still harboring flames of vile immorality. Dead eyes were set upon faces so dirty, race became ambiguous and the level of depravity committed became the only way to identify each man and woman.Lord Josiah had assigned him to Region 0.Region 0, and all its glory, contained prisoners of both Igni and Unda descent within its mighty walls. Personally, if Sachiel had his way, he’d eliminate the pathetic souls who committed crimes messily enough for others to witness and execute a prosecution.Truly, who hasn’t committed a crime?A mere murder?Nobles evaded punishment frequently, though he supposed they were smarter than the commoners inside those walls. Smarter and far more prestigious. Unfair, certainly, but the kingdom couldn’t have criminals running
A sword clattered to the ground followed by an overzealouswhop.“You did it, Keegan!”Looking over his shoulder, Micah calmly surveyed the pair of exuberant Igni students.Keegan stood victoriously across from Aiden, the latter not appearing crestfallen over his defeat. Instead, his grin nearly cracked his face into two. True pride. Micah found himself mirroring the sentiment, appraising Keegan fondly.The boy finally did it.Granted, Keegan was drenched with sweat and appeared as if he’d just overexerted himself, but that was a familiar sight these past few weeks.Keegan was determined. His determination paid off, it seemed. Micah’s earlier uncertainties about his overenthusiastic claim that he’d improve his swordsmanship abilities had since quelled.Evidently, he shouldn’t have been concerned. Everything had worked out in the end.“You’ll be good enough to beat Mi
Deserts and canyons made up the majority of the south’s landscape. In the north, where Concordia’s capital was located, distant mountains and lakes were the primary topography. For the first time in his life, Micah witnessed the endless, grassy meadows and trees of the west.There was also an abundance of hills. Many hills. Enormous mounds encased the train tracks on either side, dwarfing them as they passed. They also passed through several tunnels, reminding Micah the Terra people lived underground, just like the Igni Empire of old.He’d never seen so much green.So muchwildlife.Nature in such abundance was remarkable and wholly impressive. Micah sat stiffly on the bench, fully outfitted and equipped as he studied the passing scenery with rapt attention. The rest of his team sat with him, quiet and not quite enjoying the scenery like Micah.They were nervous.Fidgety.“For being desert rats, y
“They call them funnel cakes, Micah!”Micah offered Viktor an unimpressed look as he reluctantly brought the piece of cake up to his mouth. As he tasted the deep-fried pastry, his taste buds instantly swelled as the powdered sugar and the plump, lightly crisp dough hit his tongue. It was sweet, he noted. Almosttoosweet. No. Not almost. It was definitelytoosweet.“You can dip it in this.” Aiden held up the small container of amber liquid and shook it tauntingly. “Syrup.”“Syrup,” Micah repeated dimly. “That is all sugar.”“Well, that’s the point, isn’t it?” Viktor inquired, ripping off a large piece of the twisted pastry with his teeth. “Sugar.Fat. Deliciousness.” He soaked an entire piece of pastry with syrup and somehow managed to stuff it in his mouth without any dripping down his chin.Kai and M
Keegan shifted under the azure gaze, unable to gauge what the king was thinking. Then again, he didn’t dare examine the man’s expression. His observation would be both blatant and disrespectful.Guards dressed entirely in blue stood along the walls of the throne room, their expressions all impassively similar. Their eyes, Keegan noted, stared straight ahead—like dutiful dogs ready to act on their master’s call.Keegan hurriedly moved his gaze back over to King Calder. The king sat upon his throne, his cheek and jaw resting against a propped-up hand, the epitome of sophisticated boredom and contemplation.Keegan dropped his attention to the gleaming floors.Everything was polished, blindingly lavish, and intricate. He was afraid to breathe and dirty the place.Though he’d always wanted to step inside the palace, he hadn’t imagined it would be under these circumstances.Like his meeting with Lord Josiah, thi
Waking up was inevitable.The greedy and consuming hands of unconsciousness loosened their hold from his subconscious and tossed him carelessly back into reality. A heavy weight of doom held him down, reminding him of the events that transpired.Gradually, he opened his eyes and submerged readily in the melancholy. The anger and the loss.Micah braced his hands at his sides and slowly eased himself into a sitting position. He was in a bedroom and he knew immediately it belonged to Josiah.His hands curled at his sides and he breathed in deep.Keegan was gone.Micah forced away the suffocating sorrow and embraced his anger instead. Said anger centered on a specificman,seeing him as the direct reason for tonight’s events. Whether his anger was justified or not, whether Josiah deserved the brunt of the blame or not, Micah found it the easiest to hold the man responsible.Unfortunately, before he could get
Sixteen Years Earlier"Well? Are the rumors true, Josiah?""Rumors?" Josiah repeated the word derisively. "I'm afraid I don't dwell in the grapevine as you do, King Calder. I am entirely clueless to your insinuations."The King of Concordia was unimpressed. "They say you've been aiding the Noir Users." Calder's eyes hardened when Josiah remained aloof. "The Magi," he emphasized firmly."That certainly is a fascinating speculation."Positioned at the king's left-hand side, Queen Ember lowered her lashes at her brother.She truly hoped it was just that.A speculation.The last time Ember had seen Josiah was over five years ago at her wedding. And what a dreaded goodbye that had been.He'd only been eighteen at the time, she only sixteen. It was peculiar seeing Josiah as a man now. With long, black h
1: Chapter One [15 years later with Ezra aka "Micah"]Keegan loomed over his shoulder. "I need your help with this, kid.""You always need help," Micah replied coolly.He ignored the boy next to him in favor of making last minute changes to his report. Eyes obsessively skimmed over the neat penmanship, searching for any error.It had to be perfect.Perfection was the only way to get accepted into Concordia Military Academy. Living in the slums of Concordia's outskirts hardly got one recognized, after all.Throughout his childhood, he and his mother had moved region to region. While he understood it was imperative that they kept moving, it was beginning to take its toll on his mother.The woman, who once lived a life dripping with luxury as queen, was deteriorating. The illness inside of her steadily grew worse. It was impossible to heal her, not only because of the lack of money, b