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The Mountain of the Sacred Witch Thousands of the stars shine together like diamonds in the night sky, just like the fireflies in the canopy of forest and jungle standing proud in the biosphere. The view was breathtaking. Heavenly. Are they watching us the same way we observe them every night? Valentina thought as she stared at the sparkling blanket of the night in amazement. She was sitting at the edge of the mountain top, outside the cave, appreciating her surroundings. The clouds were kissing her fearless dangling feet. A cup of heated tea was placed in her hand to warm her churning insides. The cold air was flowing through her hair, coiling them in knots and leaving her shivering behind, yet she didn’t dare to leave the spot. It’s a scene she has never registered before. Such calm, such peace after the days of darkness and war, was soothing her burning eyes. Here she felt free for a moment. She forgot about her screaming demons as the beauty of nature descended from heavens to k
Devil's Redemption 23.
The Mountain of the sacred Witch “You need to take this remedy three times a day and this one just before breakfast. Apply this slave under your feet before going to bed. Sniff this herb whenever you feel queasy. And do not forget to add three drops of this in all your meals…” Udona kept on explaining the schedule of the numerous medicines making Valentina’s head spun. Arnold was packing for the journey back to the tribe, but his ears were perked in their direction. He was listening to Udona’s instructions. “The poison is severe and will need the best herbs to neutralize its effects. The mixture of so many ingredients at once could cause hallucinations, so I suggest you rest as much as possible. Drink water in excess…” Before Udona could’ve finished her instructions, Valentina embraces her taking the old witch by surprise. Hiding her face in long and silky silver hairs, she breathes deeply. Her heart soared watching this unknown woman caring for her. Udona has made the abandoned feel
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The Ambaram “STOP” The baritone of Chief Nicholas struck them like lightning, causing Arnold to freeze in his long strides. Valentina’s body tenses behind him. Her crest whirls and body sways a little, but she digs her feet hard in the ground. The long journey was taking a toll on her. It was noon, time for lunch, and the medicines of the witch. Arnold turns to face a furious chief. His deep pools focused on the old man and sense the distress wafting off the Princess’s body. In the next moment, he pulls her swaying figure to his chest before she could’ve lost her footing. Her body was burning. The simple gesture flusters Valentina, but she didn’t argue for the sake of this act and complied obediently. A heavy exhale was heard from the chief followed by hushed whispers of the onlookers. Arthur presses his lips together in a firm line failing to choose either celebrate over Arnold’s permanent departure or grimace for unfulfilled revenge. The other family members gawked at the protecti
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Baden Bloodshot and dark eyes examine the battered display on the polished brass. The direct golden rays of the scorching sun penetrate through the blinds, which were hanging loosely from the windowsills, brightening every inch of the grand bed-chamber. The light gave the buff man a clear view of the damage faced by his once spotless flesh. Before, he was proud of it. The beautiful and perfectly sculpted features over an ivory flesh that used to leave both males and females breathless and drooling. He used to be confident in the department of physicality and the tempting sexuality he oozed to lure the prey of a particular gender. He was sure that his one dazzling grin could bring any woman in the kingdom on their knees and beg to worship his body like the temple of God. He was described as an incarnation of Adonis by the people. Those who had seen him once in the past would look for opportunities to steal another glance. But today, when he examined the once godly features in the mirr
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The Ambaram He wipes the sweat covering his body like second skin using the loose cotton shirt he wore in the morning. As he did so, the females surrounding the training area drooled hungrily. Their desperate eyes drank in his brawny body packed with tight muscles. The counters of his abs, glistening under the thick layer of dripping sweat, sent their heart to a new thrill, and filled their minds with no so innocent images. They licked their lips, imagining themselves licking those stoned bars of his torso. The biceps on his shoulders flexed as he rubbed the cloth around his neck and chest. His cheeks turned red under the heat of the scorching sun, glaring right above his head. It was noon, the time of lunch. The training and intense workout were already over and the tired juveniles bowed their heads in respect as they went past him to break the bath. They were all panting and gasping. Every single nerve in their body throbbed in protest. A few supported the weight of those who could
Devil's Redemption 27.
The Ambaram The fog was thick, making it impossible to see in a long distance. It was as if the fluffy clouds have decided to catch some rest before their next flight. The trees looked scary under this newfound blanket of weather. The temperature was dropping slowly and the cold wind carries the essence of wintery steps. Thickly furred creatures ventured without a care in the forest whereas few went to the hibernation in their caves, relying on their biological cycle to wake up on the first whip of spring. When the rays of the sun failed to penetrate through the lingering fog, the birds decided to not travel far, depending on the food nearby. The berries of trees will help them to survive from the bone-chilling winter. Arthur looked at the scenery in distaste. He hated such weather. The burning woods in the fireplace heated his office, providing his otherwise numb limbs some warmth. The winter has struck earlier this year. Almost thirty sunrises before. The regular activities of the
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The Ambaram She didn’t expect what she saw next as she gawked at the scene spellbound and breathless. Her initial fears of it being one of Henry’s men subsidize. The insecurities of getting discovered in the heart of the Ambaram as the princess of Alvar but not Arnold’s woman desisted. No potential harm will come on her in this presence as it didn’t come to haunt but heal the wounds that are carved deeply in her soul. Stupefied, she saw him moving with a fluidity that might put the gentle strokes of the silent river to shame. His sword was a completely different case. The sharp edges cut through the air with ferocity causing the invisible element to swish and scream in anxiousness. The point of the sword stabs the unseen enemy with a force that might break through the spine of a bulky being if they were present in real. His wrists twisted skillfully when they mechanically swung the weapon as if have grown up playing with it. The sword was heavy, yet he lifted it with such ease as if h
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The Ambaram As the icy wind cuts through the sleepy forest of Ambaram, the dried leaves from the top of old trees that were barely appended to the thick and thin branches finally resigned their lives at the top and descended to the solid grounds. They were deteriorating under the harsh attacks of a cruel climate. The dry weather was sucking the moisture out of them. The shady fog wasn’t allowing the sunlight to reach them, limiting their source of nourishment. Soon, the trees will discard them completely and as the spring will come around the corner, new buds will sprout, marking the commencement of a new season. Valentina was sitting on the wooden stairs of the porch, curled in a thick blanket. Her nose was dipped in a book. Arnold has left for his duties at the chief’s house early in the morning, a few hours ago from now, leaving her alone in the entire cottage. Surprisingly, today he took Diam with him, unlike the other days. According to Arnold, the poor beast was itching for a r
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