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Grief. Pain. Anguish. The emotions cut Terania like a knife coated with spice as she listened to the words of the royal mage Gabriel. Queen Azalea had died alongside the king the night before. Although she knew the king was dead beforehand it seemed Madaro had forced his way with Queen Myra into the kings’ chambers when she had heard Queen Azalea had spent the night there. Terania looked at the mage, not missing how her mother stood to the side pretending to be shaken with grief. But she knew Dark Lord or not the queen was simply lying. “The Queen’s Coronation will take place tomorrow along with their majesties funerals,” Gabriel said, Myra, frowned“These things cannot be forced or rushed Mage Gabriel,” she said curtly. Gabriel bowed deeply to her.“These are times where these things cannot be delayed your majesty,” he said, he had not wanted to expose Terania so soon. However, it seemed fate had other plans. “She is already queen.”“Mage Gabriel is correct mother. I will take my p
“Declan!” Aren’s voice came from the opening flap of the tent. Urgency clear in his tone. Layana and Declan both sat up exchanging looks. What had happened, they could see it was barely dawn. There was no sound or commotion from outside either. Layana clutched the blanket to her bare chest, whilst Declan grabbed his trousers pulling his trousers on as he pulled open the tent, a frown on his face, “A messenger eagle came for you,” Aren said “With the royal crest… of her majesty,” His gaze flitted to Layana, who was clutching the blanket to her naked body making him blush before he quickly looked away and at Declan, who instantly realised there was more to it, he took the small note that had been tied to the eagle’s leg, frowning at the small insignia. It wasn’t one he had seen before, realisation struck, and he looked at Layana who was watching him curiously.“We’ll see you outside soon,” Declan said, Aren nodded moving away from the tent opening. “You’re scaring me Declan,” Layana s
Myra sat in the darkness of her room, rocking on the chair, the dark lord in complete control but there at the back of his mind, Myra lingered.‘What is your plan?’ she asked in her own mind that she was now a prisoner in. The Dark Lord smiled coldly a look that suited the queen's beautiful face.“Oh… that’s for me to know, refrain from intruding,” he said his voice as cold as the darkest corner of the kingdom, laced with a sinister warning. Myra instantly fell quiet she was as terrified of him as she was intrigued by him. someone who yearned for power and had the ability to claim it was what she desired, if she played her cards well, he would allow her to stand by his side.A knock on the door sounded and Myra smiled cruelly “Enter.”The door open and Myra turned looking at the young woman who had entered, her long brown hair plaited, her face passive but it was the arrogance and resentment in her eyes that intrigued The Dark Lord. “Princess Cordelia…” “Your majesty,” Cordelia said
“Layana you’re not making sense…” Declan said stroking her back.“The prophecy speaks of the Adair blood, that the Adair bloodline could destroy or save the world. It seems The Dark Lord was pushed to embrace the darkness by one from this very bloodline… Kayden have you heard of King Sergei?” Layana said now standing up as she began pacing trying to make sense of what she heard. Kayden nodded“He was said to be mad; he was the great-grandson of the Dragon king. Known for his womanising ways, he had over a hundred concubines…” he said, Layana nodded“Was there anything about a blood siren?” Layana said. Declan frowned“Women as beautiful as their souls were evil, if a man is to look upon one, he would fall victim to her beauty…” he said, they had all heard of those dreaded women, men would become mad at their mere sight and the addiction to only be with such a woman would remain with them until death. Not even love could protect them, only if the siren was killed could the man have some
They had set out early the following day, moving faster, Kaloran had called to the animals around and they had been able to retrieve some horses. Although Layana knew Declan had hoped to find Pedro so far it seemed that it was a futile wish, they were long past the point they had left him. However not once did Declan mention it. He now rode upon Drakayaan, a dragon that refused to let anyone else take control of him apart from Layana and Declan. Something that had made Aren pout like a child, Layla and Marilda rode behind her on Dragina. “Slow down…” Declan called motioning to Layana, they had been flying for a while, slightly ahead of the rest scouting out the area.“I sense it too,” Layla said, the smell of smoke, burning flesh and the putrid smell of something rotten. It took Layana a second longer to catch the smell that made her stomach churn. She looked at Declan who motioned her for to say up in the air, whilst he went lower his eyes scanning the ground spread below them. He f
“When will my coronation take place,” Cordelia asked Myra who was standing on the highest balcony at the front of the palace seeming to be looking far off into the distance. Cordelia had felt her anger over the last two days, ever since Aurelia and the Fire Mage had escaped. It was a move they hadn't anticipated, but the fire mage turned out to be smarter than they had predicted. The Dark Lord now wished he had killed the man when he had the chance. “In time, they are coming.” Myra said quietly “How do you know that? you said I will be queen, I demand to sit on my throne,” Cordelia said. Myra turned her eyes flashing dangerously, Cordelia felt her blood run cold seeing the red glowing embers that now looked back at her from Myra’s beautiful face. “I know a lot, daughter of Ehlesaar… if you ever wish to see that throne, I would be very careful with how I speak,” she hissed the darkness emanating around her. Cordelia’s heart thumped, so this was the truth… The Dark Lord was within Myr
“Let’s do this Dragina,” Layana said softly stroking the scales of her dragon’s neck. She saw Myra raise her arms - the darkness spreading like smoke from her, bolts of pure darkness were shot at Layana who blasted them all aside as the sky illuminated with her dazzling power. Layla looked up at the sky seeing Layana facing off against The Dark Lord himself, where were the others who were needed for this plan? The plan was to isolate and trap him. She just hoped everything went smoothly as she used her own power killing orc after orc. Suddenly the darkness seemed to grow, the ground erupted beneath them and she tumbled back, their army looked ahead seeing the riders of The Dark Lord now coming to the forefront as the strong darkness that rolled off them only grew. Beasts of all shapes and sizes jumped out from the cracked earth attacking anything in their wake… Declan motioned for them to fall back, letting the mages and bloodline users now step to the forefront. Magic and power were
The Dark Lord looked at them coldly “I have lived far longer than any of you, what do you think? That you can defeat me, you are simply exactly where I wanted.” He hissed. “Think what you want but you will die by my hand,” Layana said softly her eyes blazing as she readied to fight, Declan raised his hand “Layana… let me handle him until he’s within an inch of his life,” he said coldly, Layana frowned sensing the anger that was radiating off him, something had happened… “Declan…” “I can handle the scumbag,” Declan said his eyes crackling as he raised his hand drawing his sword that now sizzled with electricity. He rushed forward not even waiting for Layana as he struck out at The Dark Lord, “Come, let the anger take over, how did his death feel?” he hissed, Layana wondered who he meant as Declan rushed forth, running with ease despite the rubble of the destroyed palace littering the ground. “Don’t you dare even talk about him!” Declan shouted coldly, sending a bolt of lightning