“It’s an elite crowd”, she remarked. “Just as we expected”, Dragomir said showing no interest whatsoever. She peered at him, “Lose the attitude Dragomir, we have to blend in” A butler passed with a tray containing glasses of wine, Raisel took a glass and sipped, “I think I’m ready for all the fun tonight” “I can’t say the same”, he muttered under his breath. They walked around a bit, surveying the crowd trying to make small talk with a few people here and there, making sure that they saw the flashy jewellery that they had on. They stood together, both nursing a glass of wine, Raisel looked up at the large banner that they had missed when they walked in, and she read out loud, “Entering a new era of wealth, power and fame” “He is extra”, Dragomir shook his head. Raisel managed a light chuckle, “I want this to be over soonest, where is he?” “Trust me I want the same thing”, he muttered. “Where do you think he would be? Should I go meet with him, that would be straightforward fo
Dragomir knew he was ruining Raisel’s plan and that if he wasn’t careful he could land her in a big mess but he couldn’t help himself. He hated to see her… Then an all too familiar tune came on, he knew this as a result of the numerous balls he had attended in his whole life. He pulled the blonde lady along who for some reason loved clinging on to him. They stood just a few yards from Simon and Raisel and when the time for the switch came, he didn’t hesitate, he took Raisel’s hand before she ventured off or before another man laid his finger on her. She was squished against him, “Dragomir what are you doing?” she asked. “I do not play the piano now do I?” “He was just about to spill”, she whisper yelled. “I know”, he appeared lost like he was calculating something. He pushed her towards Simon just in time to catch the blondie and this time when Simon looked at him he flashed him a smile. Raisel entered into the waiting arms of Simon, “Oh it’s such a mystical creation of course y
Dragomir stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers directly above the pile of woods and dead leaves, fire enveloped it immediately, “I still got it”, he yelled. They were currently in the woods, they sat around the blazing fire. They had managed to narrowly escape the library without drawing the attention of the love birds or as he liked to put it, lust birds. They had spent the night and the following day in their beds asleep and only decided to come out now. Raisel stared on at the fire in disbelief, “There’s no getting used to that, to the fact that you are dragon or to any of this at all” “Tune it a notch down Raisel, I feel like we deserve a break” “That’s the problem we don’t, we just came back from Islandia and all we did was rest…”, she argued. “Along the line, we did find out the heart of magic's former abode before it went missing”, Dragomir interjected. “That is inconsequential to our quest” “Not entirely inconsequential”, Dragomir replied, “It did help us elimin
Votigern and his men rode into the kingdom of Avalon, making a dust trail as they rode in numbers. People scampered away like rabbits at the sight of them. Votigern inhaled deeply, he liked the smell of fear, especially if it was his orchestration. Votigern rode in front leading his 20-man army. He raised his hand and they all drew to an abrupt halt. “Do we stop here master?”, Cillin asked. Votigern shot him a deadly glare, “No fool! Keep riding, ride through their houses and on their roofs if you deem fit”, he shook his head in disbelief before alighting from his very large horse. He stood silently staring off into nothing. The wind rippled through his large black coat and hair. He finally turned to the men and gestured for them to come forward, “Get the weapons” Not long after, the clanging noise of the weapon was the only noise around…” Someone tapped him on the shoulder, he turned to see Nero, one of his trusted allies and fiercest warrior. “What do we seek here in Avalon Lo
They arrived at the docks, there were three ships and a couple of boats tied to the docks, people hovered about, well-dressed, obviously travellers. They were also dressed well, Dragomir was happy because they had picked his favourite persona. They were travelling as a rich couple. Raisel had explained they needed to deflect whatever attraction to them whatsoever, they could not afford unnecessary attention and they were bound to get unnecessary attention if they showed up, him dressed in sleeveless leather cloth, snug fitting pants with boots, a sword carved by a dragon slung at his back and her dressed in a leather ensemble, knives visibly tucked everywhere, her sword hanging on her side. They had advertently chosen the normal couple, it was one disguise they seemed to pull off well. They could not travel with weapons but Raisel on insistence had packed her knives, alongside other essentials. They couldn’t tell how long they'd be gone before they reached the mount isles but on esti
Allerick and his men rode through the town of Carran, “We will stop by the Vanor mansion for a few days. We will be able to feed our horses and rest properly”, he announced. When they got to the high towering mansion, they rode in and were given the much-needed attention and Allerick couldn’t be more glad that he was treated like a Prince again. It was towards evening after a well-deserved rest and food, clothed in a white silk robe did he finally see Count Simon Vanor. Simon strolled in leisurely, “Prince” Allerick turned around, “Count” They burst into laughter and enveloped each other in a hug. “Brother”, Allerick called Simon. They had been friends since childhood. Allerick had spent most of his formative years at the Vanor mansion. “What brings you here Allerick?” “A very long story Simon, you could say adventure?” Simon stared at him in wonder, “If I didn’t know you I’d have believed you” Allerick chuckled, “How are things with you, Simon?” “Oh the usual, throw extrava
Anna was onboard the black hollow, she was on her way to the coast of Phoenix to start her life afresh. She had been forced into marriage at a very young age, growing up with an abusive father and a mother who didn’t have any means of livelihood. She had been forced to accept the first suitor that came her way but there was no resting place for her because it was like running away from the pan to the fire. Her husband was every bit the man her father was, even worse. She had finally gathered the much-needed courage to walk out on the marriage while she could but the stigma had stuck and no matter the brave front she put up she could not escape it. The constant name-calling, the gossip, the accusations, the stares from everyone, some pitiful, some accusatory. They had called her accursed, rejected in her home and rejected by her husband. She had chosen to push that aside and forge ahead. She was among the people who had noticed the water dropping heavily from above their heads back in
You know all the times you spent doing absolutely nothing you could have as…” “Don’t you dare!”, she said through clenched teeth. "I was busy getting all our things in order…” “You know just focus on what this is we are doing with the boat”, he interjected. “It is called rowing, you know rowing a boat. This is a basic language skill” He flashed her a murderous glare, “You seem to be very knowledgeable about a lot of things but not how to row a boat”, he shook his head in wonder. “The only reason you are not in cold murky ocean water is because it takes two to move the boat”, she answered in a deadbeat manner. He shook his head not bothering with a response. They rowed quietly for a while, and not long after they were getting the hang of it and had managed to row through the open cave into the dreary sea. Everywhere was covered in a thick fog, and it was hard to see ahead of them, they narrowly escaped missing small rocks in the river. Then they heard a rumbling noise, at first i