October 1, 1345.Typim's Valley,Outskirts of Lliw, Myknos.Princess Alyn Midika TuttonAlyn sat on the ash covered floor of Typim's valley not caring that she was staining her expensive woollen cloak. She stared blankly at the knights moving all around her; they were still rattled because of the events that just transpired at Stormhold.As she remembered nearly dying, she was instantly transported back to Stormhold. The sounds of people screaming as they either were stabbed or burnt to death. Men and women alike scrambled past, running for their lives. She remembered being dragged by guards dressed in black and gold armor bearing the insignia of Shiv'ra. If she had any doubts of Khasi's words at the prison, they were finally erased as she saw the men. They barged into her room and dragged her to the throne room, stabbing innocent servants and guards as they shuffled past. Sounds of battle could be heard as the Knights tried to protect the once peaceful town of Rothwell. No one had
October 2, 1345.Lomnag road,The city of Dromnerty, The Harbour town of Myknos.Lady Odeya Katarina BlackOdeya studied the men, hauling cargo off a ship, through the brim of her fisherman's hat, noting the guards that dotted the wharf. The place was alight with activity even though it was nearly nightfall, warning her that she shouldn't proceed with her plans for that night. She had looked around the first day they got there and some silver coins later, she had her answers. The cabin boy told her of a ship that held many weapons and armor and instantly she knew who it belonged to. She wanted to question him further but decided against it. It wouldn't do well to arouse his suspicion. She joined the other fishermen's wives and returned to the main town with their catch of the day. Tamhas had suggested that it would be better if they pretended to be fishermen rather than aspiring ship workers."Do you even know how to fish?" She recalled herself asking."No. But it can't be that h
October 2, 1345.The Wailing Wench,The city of Dromnerty, The Harbour town of Myknos.Lady Odeya Katarina Black"Mother?" Odeya asked in shock, still trying to process the scene in front of her.She had expected...well expected something less fancy or comfortable. Here was the mother she thought had been in mortal danger alive and looking better than ever."Are you unwell dear?" Her mother asked getting up. She was also a tall lady, nearly her daughter's height, with a slim build. Her long curly black hair that reached her bottom shone from a good amount of oils and brushing. The daisy scent that always surrounded her mother hung in the air filling Odeya with a sense of nostalgia. She had missed her mother, there was no doubt about that but seeing her so well dressed and happy sent a pang of hurt into her gut.'Didn't she want me? Why didn't she look for me?' Odeya's thought, her heart breaking a little more with each question."You look rather pale." She fussed, "Haven't you been
October 2, 1345.The Wailing Wench,The city of Dromnerty, The Harbour town of Myknos.Lady Odeya Katarina BlackOdeya stared at her mother, an inky soup of emotions churning in her mind. The words played over and over in her head but she still couldn't believe they were real."I didn't." She confessed causing Odeya's mouth to hang open in surprise, "I never tried to. That was just a ruse I knew would get your attention."She staggered backwards and put out an arm to stop her mother as she made to suppprt her."Don't." She whispered, feeling her heart contract with pain, "Don't touch me."Thankfully, the woman respected her wishes and stood by the window giving her daughter her much needed space.Odeya had never felt claustrophobic but the walls of the tiny room bore down on her heavily and the close proximity to her mother did nothing to ease her pain.Surprise at how manipulative her mother could be passed through her again and she struggled to find the right words to voice the qu
I decided to add his own POV since he is also a major character aaanndd...I love reading the POV of the villains.It just adds this...how do I put it now...um okay I got it.Pizzazz!October 10, 1345The Western mountains,Border between Imras and Myknos.Lord Felfar BlackHe stared at the messenger, from Domnerty, quivering in his boots as he relays the message he was sent to deliver. One could tell he didn't come bearing good news from the way he stuttered."The...young Lady Black and the Mistress...eeeeescaped...My Lord. Captain Roman sends his regrets." The young man said, his voice a little over a whisper.Whether it was his irritation at the lads fear or his anger at his incompetent soldiers, he didn't know but all he could tell was that a great conflagration ignited in his chest and in seconds, it had consumed his whole body. With blind rage, he threw the wine cup he had been holding, spilling wine all over the cave floor. The lad whined like a wounded horse and that was when
10 October, 1345.Stormhold Castle,The walled city of Rothwell,Capital of Myknos.Queen Khasi Malik of Shiv'ra and MyknosKhasi stared over the battlements and smiled at the vast green lands she saw spread out before her. It was such a refreshing change from the golden sands of Shiv'ra that got everywhere. Her brother Khalid had always laughed, wondering how she hadn't still gotten used to it but she never humored him with her reply.She never had plans of staying in that sand accursed kingdom; Khasi was born to dominate and dominate she would once she had the three kingdoms under her feet.The cold October wind brought in the scent of the forest and the sounds of her guards feasting down below. They had just won a battle and seemed ignorant of the war yet to come. "War." She whispered, hating the way the word rolled off her tongue. War destroyed lives and families but it was a necessary evil she was willing to delve in if it meant her plans would come to fruition.Another gust of
October 15, 1345.St. Martin's Fort,The high town of Leithill,Border Town between Myknos and Imras.Princess Alyn Midika TuttonAs Alyn stared out over the balcony of her room in St. Martin's Fort to the Knights Pass that linked Myknos and Imras, a replay of the events of the past two weeks ran through her head. Their travels had not been smooth as was expected. They had encountered a few bandits and lost quite a number of good men and those that didn't die in the battle field eventually succumbed to the fever.They weren't lucky to have an experienced healer with them so Alyn and a few of the women who could stomach the sight of blood worked tirelessly to save their lives. Luckily, Higuain survived yet another injury and she was rather glad he had made it all the way to Leithill with her as Lord Rickard d'Estaing, the Earl of Leithill, turned out to be an impossible obstacle to their plans.They had warned him of the threat brewing outside their walls and she could still remember
15 October, 1345.Stormhold Castle,The walled city of Rothwell,Capital of Myknos.Prince Nicolas Alexander TuttonFleeting images of his mother as the cold hand of death squeezed around her throat, floated in and out of his mind taunting him to try and save her. He tossed and turned on the cold stone floor of the cell Khasi had thrown him into. His mind spun and reeled with images that he tried to ignore but how could he, when his conscience kept reminding him how stupid he had been.His head pounded and his body shook with fever, combined effects of the guilt eating him up and the poison Khasi had injected into his system. She always made sure to give a fresh dose each day or so he assumed; he couldn't tell how long he'd been down there and he sure as he'll didn't want to know. It hurt him to imagine what damage had been done to his kingdom. He had never been a man of the people but that didn't stop him from feeling protective of them. He was the Crown Prince and he had a duty to