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With the amulet clutched tightly in his hand, Caivan rejoined Saelyna and Gylen, his expression determined. “I’ve found it,” he declared, his voice filled with a mix of hope and determination.As Cyran continued to engage the witch in a fierce battle, Saelyna stepped forward, her eyes meeting Caivan’s. “Give me the amulet, Caivan. It will amplify my magic and weaken her grip on the Queen.”Caivan nodded, passing the amulet to Saelyna with care. “Use it well, Saelyna. We’re counting on you.”Saelyna held the amulet close to her chest, feeling its power resonate within her. She took a deep breath, channeling her courage, her determination, and the collective strength of her friends.In that moment, time seemed to stand still. The air crackled with anticipation as Saelyna prepared to confront the witch head-on, armed with the ancient incantation and the newfound power of the amulet. The final battle was about to begin, and Saelyna was ready to seize their chance at victory.The room puls
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Their progress was slow, and the constant motion did little to lessen the stress that weighed heavily on their hearts. Each minute brought them closer to the witch, closer to the woman who threatened the safety of the people of Eriu and their future. Every inch took them further away from home, further away from their families and their friends. Time was running short, and soon enough they would be forced to make a choice. Either they could save their Kingdom or die trying.They had lost track of the number of times they had narrowly escaped the clutches of the witches; yet, none of them gave up hope. A feeling of uneasiness settled inside of them, an uncertainty that they were approaching the center of the witch’s domain.Finally, the group reached an intersection, and all eyes turned in unison towards the hallway that split down the middle, one path leading to freedom and the other to destruction. The Queen raised a trembling hand towards the rightmost passage, taking a deep breath,
Elf To Tame A Werewolf 126
Reflections Their progress was slow, and the constant motion did little to lessen the stress that weighed heavily on their hearts. Each minute brought them closer to the witch, closer to the woman who threatened the safety of the people of Eriu and their future. Every inch took them further away from home, further away from their families and their friends. Time was running short, and soon enough they would be forced to make a choice. Either they could save their Kingdom or die trying. They had lost track of the number of times they had narrowly escaped the clutches of the witches; yet, none of them gave up hope. A feeling of uneasiness settled inside of them, an uncertainty that they were approaching the center of the witch’s domain. Finally, the group reached an intersection, and all eyes turned in unison towards the hallway that split down the middle, one path leading to freedom and the other to destruction. The Queen raised a trembling hand towards the rightmost passage, ta
Elf To Tame A Werewolf SAELYNA
'Elf'.The hissed words jolt me out of my reverie, and I look up at the contemptuous face of the line man. He's tall, heavily bearded and his nose is scrunched up as he examines me. No surprises there. I'm used to it.I step forward and raise my arms as usual. He starts from my neck, then down my back, down my sides, across my legs. I recall the first time I was to out up with that. The lineman on duty that day got a bit excited, and I reacted quickly. And painfully too. My knuckles hurt for days, but I don't compare it with the broken nose he had to deal with.I feel that queasiness return, as the man doubles back, and his arms rove up my side again. I try to be still, and hope he doesn't notice my beating heart or my droopy eyelids.He doesn't. He steps back with a grunt. 'Go on, elf'. For some stupid reason, I blurt, 'It's Saelyna'. He turns sharply at that. 'What did you say, elf?' he snarls, eyes glinting. Right. He's a moose-genn. I definitely should have kept shut. 'A slip, tha
Elf To Tame A Werewolf PAINS OF THE PAST
SAELYNASilver Stallion is the more popular of the two bars in the village. It is a short distance from our house, and that's where I'm headed.When I step into the semi-dark room, I notice there are fewer people than there usually is. Then I recall most of them haven't returned from the Glade. They would anyway, anytime soon. And the last thing I want is Derrick Marwell talking again about how I had gotten drunk and danced off with Elwyn, so I must hurry about my business and get home soon.I don't necessarily like drinking. Not really. It's the escape it offers, the temporary zone of stillness that baits me. Or baited me. Elves don't generally get drunk; the magic in our system is too strong, it dilutes it; but there are certain conditions that beg to differ.Like when the magic in your body is weak and the drink in question, is Halden mead. It had happened, during the Fall Festival last year. I still hate thinking about that night with Elwyn. The memories alone should keep me off t
Elf To Tame A Werewolf CYRAN
Hunting is a remedy of its own. The adrenaline coursing through your veins as you pull the string, the focus of all the senses on the creature about to be snuffed out, the dire hope that the arrow will strike its target. It's what I turn to when I don't want to think. Or at least, it was.Saelyna had been gone thirty minutes before I realized we were running low on meat. I found it a pleasant excuse to go into the woods, and that is exactly what sets me on the knoll overlooking the village, and cutting around the King's Forest.It wasn't always called that. Before the Rebellion, it was Halden Woods, named after the village. If the elves of this village were not the spearhead of the attack on the state, well, the forest would have remained what it was; a space for all. And my parents would still be alive.I begin my descent into the first from the south side, where I'm sure few of the guards would be. Tales spun by village folk about dead and vengeful spirits hiding out in these parts
Elf To Tame A Werewolf WOLVES IN THE VILLAGE
SAELYNAMy alternative route inevitably takes me through the major parts of the village. I try to remember what Halden had looked like before the Rebellion. It's harder these days. The memories now come in snatches and bits, but enough for me to know the place has changed by a great margin.It used to be a giant sprawling town, the majority of its inhabitants being elves. We were of one mind, united by our magic. Unlike others in Quindar who had to be bound to certain animal spirits in order to channel magic, we derived ours from plants, the best of them being on Mount Ides.I remember the songs and the dances performed before spring fires, the annual hunts and the pilgrimage to Mount Ides for our magic renewal, and evenings like this, when my parents would take us to the town hall to watch a play or two. Halden was among the last towns before the Borderlands, and among the largest in the north.Until some genius decided that we were too strong to be ruled by some "deer-spirit-channel
Elf To Tame A Werewolf THE MAN IN BLACK
CYRANThe sound of galloping hooves reach my ears, long before the horse and its rider pull up in front of the cottage. 'Cyran!'Oh hell, it's her.Given the circumstances, I'm supposed to be grateful or something, but it occurs to me that Saelyna would try to heal me with magic. I know the wound has gone too far; I've bled out excessively, and I can't feel my arms. Anytime now, I'll go into shock.She crouches by my side, tapping my face in a bid to keep me awake. 'Cyran, look at me'. Her face swims in and out of my distorted vision. 'You're beautiful, Saelyn. You're the best of us', I tell her. I don't know if I mean it or not. I just have to tell her. 'Shut up, Cyran, shut up', she mutters, though her voice quivers too much. Then she yells out for help, loud enough to wake the forest. 'I have forgiven you, Saelyna. Don't beat yourself up over it anymore. I've done a lot of nasty things too, but you always covered up for me. You don't have to be the perfect one…' I cough out a gob o
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