THE floor boards of the inn room creaked underfoot as Faline gathered all their belongings that had been scattered around over the stay at the hot springs inn. Her bag tumbled over, a tube rolling out. Iwaoka, being closer, reached down to grab it. He stared at the tube a moment, realizing it was a carrying case for small paintings.
“Is this...?” Twilight eyes glanced up at her curiously.
Faline's cheeks flushed pink. She made a grab for the tube but Iwaoka was quick to hold it above her reach, a sly smirk forming on his mouth.
“Must you do that?” she huffed with a glare, letting her arm fall to her side. Faline refused to jump for it. She had more dignity than that. Plus, if she did, it would only encourage him.
Keeping it out of reach, Iwaoka twisted the tube open and pulled out the painting. As he unrolled it, the painting was revealed to be of Astora the Halequin spreading its wings as if it was ready to soar in the sky, daring the wind to overthrow it. A
THE two Knights lay curled together on top of a blanket in a grassy field. Above them, the clear night sky shone brightly with uncountable stars. Iwaoka pointed up at a section of the inky black sky that was void of any specks of glimmering light, at least to his eyes.“What about there?” he asked lightly.Faline lightly bit her lip in concentration, one of her canine teeth poking out as her blue eyes peered intently at the spot he was pointing at. The sky she saw now was rather different from the one she had seen all those years ago before General Dana gave her the power of the ice. There were so many stars that there was almost no empty space, and the shimmering dots that human eyes could see were brighter and more colorful to Faline. Small ember-like flashes occasionally sparked in the air as rocks fell from the heavens. And in the section of space Iwaoka was pointing to was...“There’s this dust-cloud formation. It seems so tiny, mote-like but it’s so far away.
THE first thing Faline became aware of was a cool, damp cloth on her forehead. Her first thought was that she had once again fainted on the battlefield after using her power over the ice. Then the occasional footsteps must be Eric, hovering after dragging her from the battle. But... the footsteps – hobbled and slow – didn’t match those of the energetic younger Knight. And the smells lingering in the air were not the scent of expensive teas and incense attempting to cloak the musk of unwashed soldiers and grime of battle. It smelled of herbs, medicines, and the faint scent of farm animals.Faline remembered then. She was retired from fighting and leading. War had ended and the Knights of Shaula were separated, though some of them were finally reunited for some reason. She had been desperately trying to reach the Liu Tribe which was now in Deirdre because...Right. She was with child, and she and Iwaoka had a promise to fulfil.Wondering where she was, Faline almost
A BRIGHT waxing moon lit the grassy plains that stretched to the curved horizon. Faline blinked as she vaguely wondered how she had gotten here. Then a red pulse entered her awareness. She turned to see a young woman with a long curly brown hair crowning her head, appearing not older than when she met General Dana back in the days of war against Illinor. She wore a sheathed sword at her hip and a grave expression, her gray eyes with golden streaks narrowed in deep concentration. Her legs trembled as she faced the distant flickering of campfires. These campfires, in Faline's horror, belonged to the witches and soldiers of Illinor. Faline realized that at the first light of dawn their archnemesis would begin to march forward, towards the heart of the land of Vestia. And this woman... this young woman would stand in their way, despite her trembling legs and paled skin."Every period of time comes forth the Archnemesis," a familiar voice spoke behind her. Faline turned and she had
FALINE finished the last bite of her bread filled with strawberry jam as she walked down the village street. The cool breeze brushed through her blond hair, while faint sunlight and fainter starlight filtered through the overcast grey sky. A few young children were running around, playing tag as their giggles flowed through the air. One little girl nearly slammed straight into Faline’s legs, the Knight just managing to shuffle out of the way.“Careful! And apologize to her!” Porcia yelled out at the kids before giving Faline a strained smile as if to say ‘look what you get to deal with in a few years’.“Sorry!” the dark haired girl piped out at her mother’s prompting, staring more at the female Knight’s baby bump than anything. The child then darted off again to continue playing.Faline smiled slightly as she recalled the play antics little prince Amaury often got into, usually with the help and under the watchful eyes of a Knight or two. A pang of pain in her hear
A PILLAR of early morning sunlight broke through the grey cloaked sky as the wagon rolled onward away from the city. Faline yawned, stretching her arms above her. She had been kept awake by the realization, tossing and turning as questions swirled around her like a whirlwind. It was still hard for Faline to wrap her head around it. The Knights of Shaula were formed for the sole purpose of serving and aiding the Blood Star Shaula which that is, General Dana Rein. Her power, the power that held the control over the ice, should have died with Dana Rein. So why had her power still clinging unto her inner core, and her - Iwaoka's - unborn child's?Faline tugged her cloak closer as a feeling of mild terror pressed down on her like an iron weight. A child could be threatened and kidnapped and held hostage. It was bad enough when she thought their child would be a normal Demetri. A completely human child would live under the threat of being used as leverage against her and Iwaoka by t
BLUE eyes stared as starlight gleamed through the window. The night sky was like a painting as a dusty river of stars that shimmered with dark blues and pale pinks cut through the deep purple background. Hanna's soft snores bounced off the hut walls, the white noise a droning comfort. Faline rolled uncomfortably to her side. With a sleepy yawn, the Knight closed her hidden eyes and focused inward.Her Auræ stretched before her like the open ocean bathed in moonlight. It was her inner core, the place were her power was reserved and renewed. Faline delved deeper, searching for some sort of tell. But the only not-her that she could sense was the flickering fragments of her own white Auræ that identified her as the bearer of the Blood Star's ice element. Chapped lips frowned in contemplation. If Hanna was correct about her having a Telekinetic Kryst, then she would have seen it within her inner core while the child was still unborn. However, Faline couldn’t determine if that was t
FALINE had seen the troops wearing the uniform of Colton's tribe off in the distance as she walked the dusty street through the village. It was a little unusual but the Knights didn’t put too much thought into it. It wasn’t until she was inside, resting her swollen feet and blue eyes that switches to white starting through thatched roof to the cloudless blue sky, that Faline realized they were marching toward the village. The unit was small; a quick estimate of only eighty Krysts. The majority stopped in formation a decent distance from the village, bows and quivers on their backs. The officer leading them – highly ranked based on his uniform and seeming vaguely familiar – continued forward with just a small guard, meeting a nervous Hade at the village entrance. The confused villagers paused from their daily tasks to stare uncertainly at the tribe, while others fearfully peaked out from doors and windows.Faline didn’t know the details, didn’t know what exactly they wanted wit
DUSK descended on the village, the shimmering sky a periwinkle purple as the waxing moon rose. The moon-glow coated the thatched roofs and browning grass like a pale morning frost of early winter. Inside one of those small stone houses, the elders and relevant adults crowded together with bumping shoulders. Hade and Hanna were standing beside Faline as the village leader and local healer, respectively. Kenneth and Lanie had a spot by the table, while Porcia hovered near the door with back pressed against the wall. There were others as well, such as the head goat herder and the senior farmers. They all murmured with nervous energy, low voices filling the room. Faline stretched her back with rounded belly sticking out farther, relieved that the paralysis backfire of her power had finally worn off. She then met each of their curious stares, the glint of blue and white eyes quickly stilling the crowd.“Thank you all for your understanding and acceptance these past few months," Fal