Book 1: Enchanter's Realm (The Cursed Demesne)

In a barren land where multiple fissures surfaced, the cloud loomed over two creatures facing each other. No living things could be seen within the perimeter; swept clean.

The armageddon had served its purpose, making the woman with red eyes grin in contentment.

It had been long ago since she gazed into that blue orbs, now fainting grey.

"Mherkealla," she whispered.

The lady, whom she called panted and fell on her knees. The wound she procured depleted her energy; she couldn't stand. Her hair dangled, but was too drained to even move a finger.

"Give me the book," Olga demanded. Her voice echoed, like a strong wind going with a storm.

Mherkealla smirked.

"I swear to protect this book with my life, Olga. If I die, I'll take it with me," Mherkealla said, hoarsely. Her consciousness was slowly fading. Another drop of blood.

Olga traced Mherkealla's being and a sly smile formed from her lips. She found the bravery an obtuse act. If only Mherkealla could understand better, things wouldn't have come to this.

"I told you. Join me and my empire. Protecting those small and feeble creatures are not worth it. We are born to conquer, Mherkealla. Come to me now," Olga stated.

Mherkealla heaved a sigh, her breath slowed, like a clock running out of battery.

Memories of those who fought and died ached her heart. It was as if the sacrifices they made fell in vain.

Enchantress

Mherkealla heard another voice. She was certain it came inside her mind.

Finally, she laughed.

Olga stand confused and in a while, created a distance. She knew Mherkealla was up to something.

A spell was spoken, followed by a blinding light coming from Mherkealla's body. The power was overbearing that Olga absconded.

A loud explosion was heard, and the land was left split into two.