Tilla is a witch, who enjoys the simplicity and seclusion that comes with life in a rural village. Little known about her background prior to her appearance in a small country province of Antheon, Tilla is all too content to pass her days caring for the minor needs and ailments of its occupants. Until, one day her peaceful life is stolen from her by the outbreak of war with the neighboring kingdom, Vinhalla. The fighting instigated by a powerful and callous sorceress from the rival kingdom, Tilla is left with little choice but to flee or risk being embroiled in a mystical war of epic proportions. Her life uprooted and destiny uncertain, Tilla enlists the aid of the gruff and handsome werewolf, Luther Bane. The two, discovering trust and even a spark of passion in one another as they struggle to evade the Hunters, monsters, and the likes of kin who seek to harm them. Will their alliance be enough to elude the secrets of their pasts? Or will they find themselves ensnared in a conflict much greater than themselves?
View MoreNot a shred of life remaining in the campsite besides the Lycan and the Witch. They were to depart from the tattered tents and the scattered ashes of the communal fires that had been used to warm the refugees of the oncoming war whilst they cooked their meals later that day. Their progress neither fettered nor reinvigorated by the short time they had spent in the camp. The pair’s encounters there were merely to provide them with more hours of reflection during the arduous trek to come.Traversing sinuous rivers and golden fields of wheat and barley in their effort to reduce their run-ins with civilization. Tilla and Luther were to endure all of the hardships of the wilderness and of nature’s fickle temperament in the days to follow. Encountering torrential rains and hours the pressures of scorching heat under the confinement of their coverings with little opportunities for rest found in the tenuous sleep that night granted to them. They suffered exhaustion, dehydration, and minor woun
Their decision made, Luther and Tilla trudged towards the throng of approaching looters. Discerning that the element of surprise had been lost, there was no digression about the couple’s movements in the darkened forest. Twigs and leaves crunching underfoot to announce their advance, these vague rustlings were soon drowned out by the thundering rhythm of hooves and the thud of heavy boots that charged towards the camp.The sound of the invaders’ progress punctuated by Luther’s paws as they beat out a steady canter upon the ground. The chaotic percussion resonated within Tilla. Found to be both simultaneously unsettling and exhilarating, the cacophony of noise hummed a familiar war chant deep in her chest. Feeling that this was not the first time for this curious surge of dread and anticipation to pound against her chest, Tilla was urged forward by the fever it excited within her. Exasperated that the very thing she had been trying so desperately to expunge from her mind was not to be
The sky tinged in an aggressive hue of red that reflected upon the barren plains, Tilla sighed as she watched the crimson sun sink deeper into land. The exhalation, wafting from her parched lips in clouds of warm air that drifted towards the heavens. It mingled amidst the other pale wisps of vapor overhead, whilst she remained. Trapped in a hellish landscape that had been marred by the scars of battle and strewn with the bodies of fallen men. Tilla felt a numbness towards their fate and to the bitter chill of the air that nipped at her nose as their blood soaked into the veins of dry earth at her feet. The atmosphere, thick with the overwhelming stench of death, there was no breeze to stir the corpses from their tortured slumber as Tilla stood solemnly amongst them. Her head bent in reflection of her actions, Tilla paid her quiet respects to the number of souls that laid before her. Their faces twisted into pained grimaces and stained with their own blood, she at least held her foes
The fire, spewing a flurry of golden embers as it consumed another mossy log that had been thrust into its seductive flames. There was a popping and hissing that burst forth that accompanied the conversation of the people who had been drawn to surround its heat. Their faces illuminated by the flames that sprung up from the pit, they cast grim shadows upon the wearied complexions of the strangers as they spoke.Their tales full of the tragedy and anguish, which had led them to inhabit this remote part of the woods, Tilla listened stoically from where she sat. Sequestered to the less occupied perimeter of the communal fire, where only a vague fragment of its light could reach her. Stories of the atrocities the Red Witch and her soldiers had committed, were carried towards her on an amicable breeze. Whilst some unpleasant memories of the bloodshed and wreckage they had witnessed were recounted tearfully; there were others who expressed a hot anger towards the world’s injustice and the vi
Tilla’s outburst eliciting a crumpling of dead foliage and the frantic scurrying of four pairs of tiny feet. The startled spies scrambled over one another as they fled from their hiding place. Flying in different directions from the hollow trunk of a fallen tree. They did not pause to look back, for fear that they should be caught by the fiery red headed woman they had been surveying curiously before.However, in doing so, the smallest and less agile of the bunch was left behind. Too occupied in his haste to see adequately his surroundings, the child had fallen victim to the upturned root of a large oak. Subdued by the rogue appendage, the boy tumbled spectacularly head over heels onto the ground. His hair left askew and nose covered in dirt, the child took hold of his wrist. Cradling it to his chest, he began to cry pitifully as he sat alone on the forest floor. The child’s face distorted by pain and the fresh anguish of his friends’ abandonment, it evoked a sympathy within Till
Oblivious towards their solemn mood, the birds continued to chirp happily in the treetops. Their song, carried to them by a pleasant breeze, the vibrant winged beasts hopped carelessly from the limbs of the surrounding trees. Their merriment, the sole noise that seemed to penetrate the pair’s thoughts as they progressed further from Mater Luna territory. There was no conversation between them, only unanswered questions.The world around them, completely impartial to the experiences of their tumultuous journey thus far and the agitation of the pair’s emotions, Tilla almost felt resentful towards it as they continued to walk.The thick carpet of moss and leaves upon the forest floor, giving way underfoot in a manner that made Tilla doubt even her steps. She forced herself to trudge forward in the direction that the sun and the stars dictated as she contemplated the consistent mess of upheavals that seemed to rule their lives. The uncertainty recent events had instilled in her in regard
Unable to avert her eyes from the lifeless wolf lying in front of her, Tilla felt an ache within her chest. The shock of her crime, causing tiny ripples of pain to emanate from her heart with each staggered beat. Tilla could tell that the old fissures upon her heart had opened. The cracks, which had once been patched together by the sheer ignorance of her past and the stubborn denial of her powers, now raw open wounds on her soul. Tilla buckled at the knees. Falling onto the ground despondently, there was a sting within her knees. The pain accompanying the throbbing in her head, she begged forgiveness for the irreparable damage she had caused to others and herself. Whether it was the redemption of a merciful god or herself, Tilla could not say. However, she knew that the latter would never quite absolve her of the guilt and anger she felt in this moment. Lamenting the fact that she was still too feeble to stave off the violent forces within her, Tilla shook from the frustration of he
No time for her to gracefully sweep away the webs of sleep that still clung to her eyes, Tilla sat starkly upright upon the forest floor. Peering out into the obscure light of a late rising sun, she could see the gleaming orbs of their eyes observing them as they circled. The beasts’ formidable size and imposing presence became more pronounced with each step. Their motions slow and measured as they sized up the bare skinned pair in the midst of the forest. Tilla glanced towards her companion with great uncertainty as the sound of their heavy paws crept increasingly closer. Hunched protectively in front of her in his Lycan form, Luther stood guard against the hoard of wolves. His attention, not wavering from the pack that had encompassed them. Tilla flinched as she heard his clear address enter into her mind unexpectedly. ‘Don’t move.’ he warned. Pausing to survey the remarkable stature of the wolves, who nearly rivaled Luther’s impressive build. Tilla still chose to defy his instr
There would be few times in her life that Tilla would truly experience the exhilaration of a free fall. Launched out into the unknown with no certainty of what was to await her at the end, it should have been an undeniably terrifying and wholly unpleasant ordeal. However, everything in Tilla’s life that she was running from or heading towards seemed irrelevant in this moment where only up and down existed.The air whistling as it rushed past her ears and the lengths of her matted flaming locks flailing in the wind as she fell, Tilla knew of an odd peace here. Caught somewhere between heaven and earth in that brief instance, she forgot the demons that tormented her mind and of the vengeful past that haunted her. In this short moment in time there was only the sky as it shrunk away from her and the dreary facade of the encampment as Tilla hurtled towards the ground relentlessly. Catching a glimpse of the window Tilla had just expelled herself. It seemed distant from her now as her d
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