Adrian's POV
My tenth glass of whiskey burned down my throat.
Leaning on the terrace, I watched as the rain pelted down the kingdom I was supposed to rule, but had been stripped of it.
My vision moved to the magical boundary. Veils of black and green magic, surrounding Hartland and soaring high into the gray clouds. It was impossible to not think about my half sister who still ran free on the otherside of the magical wall. Only the Creator knew what she was up to.
Probably plotting to return and take her place on the throne, a tiny voice snarked in my head and my jaw clenched at the thought. If there was a way... just a way to break down that barrier or create a passage through it, I could go behind Father's back, scour all of the Midlands for Araknee and get rid of her once an
Adrian's POVOlga.The woman who helped bring my half sister into this world. The woman who brought news of her existence to us, stepped forward, claiming to be responsible for my father's daily meals. The meals that contained poison."You evil witch!" Mother appeared in front of Olga, planting a dirty slap onto her face. "I knew it! I knew you were up to no good the moment you arrived in this castle!"Olga cradled her burning cheek, tears welling up in her eyes. "Wh-what are you talking about?"Grabbing a fist full of her dark hair, Mother pushed her onto the floor. "You ki
Rakia's POV"Marion?"Silence came as a response.I called louder, "Marion, c'mon, we're waiting for you.""Yeah, we're ready to leave!" Richard added whilst strapping the last bag on Hope's side.When we didn't hear a reply or the sound of boots thumping down the stairs, Clifford scoffed, mumbling something about Marion being a pain in the ass.I sighed, "I'll go get her." Turning on my heel, I moved back into the inn we'd spent the night in. It didn't escape my notice that Clifford chose to share a room with Richard instead of Marion. These past two days, things had gotten worse between them. They wouldn't even look at each other, yet alone talk. Another sigh left my lips as I climbed up the stairs, head
Rakia's POV My mouth felt too dry. Even conjuring saliva had become a problem.Slowly I lifted my head up, wondering why I couldn't move my arms and legs. Fear and panic seeped into my heart, making it pound faster than before.My arms and legs were outstretched on both sides, each one being held by incredibly tight shackles that had been attached to solid boulders. Crap. "S-someone help!" I tried moving my arms but the shackles just bit harshly into my skin. "Ouch."My eyes darted round the room in search of the boys. That was when I realised that both of them weren't here. Apart from a few crystals that lighted up the room, a shelf of vials and scrolls, and a black pot sitting atop a stack of firewood, the room was completely bare. But I still decid
Clifford's POVThe sound of a distant scream woke me up and I quickly lifted my head off the pile of hay I was on.My eyes darted around. Where the heck are we? I scrambled up.It was a old shack that looked a lot like an abandoned stable, and instead of the wooden doors, they'd swapped them for metal bars. An old rusted keyhole sat on the right and I frowned. Getting onto my feet, I grabbed the metal bars and gave it a hard shake. Even though the structure was old, it wouldn't even budge. Shit.The sound of unintelligible mumbling touched my ear drums and I turned to find Richard strewn across the floor. Looking at the red bump forming on his head, I could tell that he had woken up at some point, but the filthy old lady who brought us here must've knocked him
Clifford's POV The next dayDespite the sun's full presence in the sky, a chilly breeze wafted round the trees, making me tug my sleeves lower. Pulling on Hero's reins, he brought us to a careful stop in a serene area coupled with a few jasmine trees. Their fresh pink petals littered the ground, along with some dead ones.My companions came to a halt behind me, taking a look at our new environment."Ooo a hot spring!" Richard yelled, pointing at the small pool of steamy water sitting at a close distance from us. "Can we take a dip?""Yeah," I replied, the same time Rakia said, "No."She shot me a glare. "Really Clifford?""What?" I jumped off Hero
Rakia's POV"A few years back, Granark used to live and work in the village as a maize farmer," Hammond started. "But one day, a group of men discovered that he was an imposter; a powerful wizard who had escaped from Hartland during the Quietus war. Once the news got out, the King sent guards to arrest Granark, but he fled into the Forbidden Forest. He was never seen or heard from again.""That doesn't mean he's dead!" I snapped, inadvertently startling Hammond. I gave out a sigh, "I'm-I'm sorry, ok. It's just...he...he could still be alive."Hammond slowly shook her head. "I highly doubt that. The forest is literally a representation of death, nothing grows in there. Some people even say that the area is swarmed with demons."I pushed my fingers through my dark hair, trying not to thin
Rakia's POV"Sit, sit," the elderly woman urged. "You must be absolutely famished from your long journey." Mother Arielle eagerly went round the table, dishing hearty laddels of thick gumbo into everyone's bowls. The hungry children cheered after receiving their share."You're going to love Mother Arielle's gumbo," Hammond piped up, all traces of sorrow gone from her eyes. "She makes the best gumbo in the entire Midlands.""Oh stop, Hammond," the elderly nun chuckled, finally dishing my bowl with soup. I sat next to Clifford at the table, whilst Richard and Hammond sat across from us. The rest of the seats were occupied by the many children.Mother Arielle settled down at the head of the table and requested that we say the grace. Once we all rattled out the prayer, spoons found their wa
Rakia's POVMy hairs stood on end.Darkness loomed all around us, despite the fact that it was a bright morning. With the torch that served as our only source of light, we carefully moved past dark hollowed trees. Occasional flutters and 'hoots' filled the air, probably from owls or bats. The thought of bats sent a second jolt of fear up my spine. Those creatures were evil.Richard held up the blazing torch, a few feet ahead whilst Clifford trodded behind me with the horses. Spotting a large tree root in the way, I quickly hoped over it, only to trip over something else. "Whoa!" Before I could make contact with the ground, a strong arm wrapped round my waist and yanked me back up."Hey!" Clifford's hot breath hit the side of my face. "Are you ok?"