Lady Maria's Cottage
Please tell me I'm wrong, is that Lady Magda?" Lady Maria asked, looking at David, after a few seconds a contorted expression appeared on her face upon looking at the horses with two unconscious individuals on their back. Trozan and his group were now camped inside Lady Maria's clearing.
"Sadly, yes that's her!" David replied then held his breath, he doesn't want to anger the healer, he knows better than that.
"Her existence here brings bad luck. That leech is not welcome!" Lady Maria shouted in a panic. Then she squared her shoulder and put her hands on her hips. She stepped towards David and wrinkled her nose as if telling him that his sister was not at all welcome.
When Lady Maria stopped babbling, David knew there was a problem. He has known her for nearly a year, when h
Harry surveyed the cavern. The niche of this amazing place had been carved and formed into a smoother and modern-like interior, he often saw from the movies, with a vaulted canopy and pillars around the border. How could these primitive shadowmen create such intricate architecture? Below them, dozens of shadowmen, shadow women, and shadow children busied themselves at a marketplace. They all halted and stared up at him coming down the steps into another corridor passageway. One of the shadow children pointed up at him and mumbled something to its mama. It appeared to Harry that he should presumably not call them shadow men. It might offend them. Their adult males seemed powerful enough to crush his skull if they wanted to and if he would allow them to. They weren't shadow at all but dark apelike creatures. "How is this possible? If this was my dream then why does it feel like it wasnt? ...This pla
Later that night, the apelike people knew how to throw a party. They gathered in a row of halls attached that were even larger than the fairyland village market Harry had seen when they first arrived. Most of the cave dwellers had come to the welcome celebration of his arrival. There were hundreds of them. They crammed the carved-out halls with echoes of conversation and laughter.These were not the modest species Harry had thought them to be. Their system and ornaments were understandable and rare, their cave sketches almost childlike, but they were socially integrated and communally attached like no other community he had ever seen. They held up ethical integrity about them that he could compare to, something he knew his companions could not understand. He had a weird communion with them. He understood why the old man had decided to live with the cave inhabitants. His recent predisposition
No one realized how she'd take a rejection because it had never happened. Harry's emotions were beyond doubtful, he was perfectly where Lady Magda wanted him to be, she walked towards him, a walk of a predator waiting to be served, it could have graced any billboard or magazine cover, but she was better than those. "Who are you?" Harry asked, head buzzing and eyes blurring upon looking at the woman. "Oh darling, it's me, Lady Magda." "No, you're not!" "Believe me darling it is me." On Harry's mind, his reasoning has been struggling with his lust. She was right there, only feet away, but in her understated alluring charm, she might as well be on his mind, lurking, planning, and blinding his reasoning.
Like a pot of water getting ready to boil over and over again. Harry was scared and confused. Lady Magda was gone. Suddenly the remnants of her were gone too. It was like Lady Magda had never been there.Maybe if he went for a stroll it would comfort him. Right? He thought to himself.Harry's mind began to question what's real and what's not, what if what happened earlier was just a figment of his imagination? How could he believe what's an illusion and what's not?After a dozen minutes of relentless self rage, he decided to stop thinking and strolled the cave instead. Three minutes later, he was on the other side of the cave. Night had finalized like a dark blanket over the cavern, the earlier lights from the niche had gone dark. The eerie lightest atmosphere was as black as Harry's mood. He should be
Lady Maria's Cottage The walls of the cottage that were so sultry in the wintertime seem so delicate against the unsettled invasion of Anna's fire. Lady Maria has never seen her dried leaves that were hung all over the corner and did not disappear so fast. In an average fire, they would be most of the way to being burned before the fire dominates the entire cottage, not this time. The oranges flames are as full and flared endlessly from Anna's outreach hands, her fires warming the cottage but never burning a single leaf as she was kneeling beside Harry, concentrating like her life depending on it. Lady Maria reckoned that this woman was in love with this man, she never abandoned his side, her burning hand went to Harry's forehead then Anna spoke with such a soft voice, whispering encouragement. Lady Maria felt her words as
FairylandWhen Harry awakened, Lady Maria ordered David and Leon to go to the fairyland and gathered some information regarding the plan of the South and rescue her friend Jerome Wallace. She told them to be back after tomorrow night and no longer a day and for what reason she didn't share. David was glad, he didn't have the heart to see Anna and the man laughing and talking intimately. He has to go away. Heal his broken reality. Heal his broken heart.The two traveled, with their horses as he galloped towards the Fairyland.Later that night the two entered the town.David has been festering all day. After an hour of relentless personal fury, he decided to roam into the town square. Leon was on the other side. Night had finalized like a dark blanket over the town. The eerie starless essence was
When Harry awakened, Lady Maria ordered David and Leon to go to the fairyland and gathered some information regarding the plan of the South and rescue her friend Jerome Wallace. She told them to be back after tomorrow night and no longer a day and for what reason she didn't share. David was glad, he didn't have the heart to see Anna and the man laughing and talking intimately. He has to go away. Heal his broken reality. Heal his broken heart. The two traveled, with their horses as he galloped towards the Fairyland. Later that night the two entered the town. David has been festering all day. After an hour of relentless personal fury, he decided to roam into the town square. Leon was on the other side. Night had finalized like a dark blanket over the town. The eerie starless essence was as black as David's expressi
Lord Colton Mansion, Fairyland The darkness was smothering him. It was too dark, the eerie sound of the wind outside the cave prison was making him lose his mind. Before Jerome Wallace opened his eyes, his whole body was painful as if he had been crushed by a train. He frowned and felt fuddle-headed while he looked around and surveyed the cell. How could this happen to him? The last thing he knew was he had been watching his band of rebels in the tavern hall, after the raiding episode in the tavern and the fighting with the woman who seemed to be able to conjure a fire on her hand and burned the tavern. After an hour they were assaulted by Lord Colton's Army. The bastard, he thought. But who could be that woman? She wasn't a fairy nor a witch but she was powering, he could almost feel her power rad