"WAS there anything that could help us determine the Great Witch's vessel?" Chloe asked Jucel."Vessel?" Clive butted in. They all had a confused look in their faces that Chloe forgot they were in the present times wherein both Blood Star and Great Witch were almost legends itself.Chloe inhaled the cold air and then she exhaled through her slightly opened mouth. The fog coming from her breath was thicker than the other nights. "I'm having dreams about the war that occured more than fifty years ago.""Is that something beneficial with a Blood Star Shaula as your 'mentor'?" Blaise asked with a playful grin. He was back to earth.Thankfully, Chloe sighed inwardly. She ignored his remarks all at once. "These dreams were about the time when General Dana still had to conquer the lands of Eriya and Karhan. It is now called Deirdre and Markus, respectively.""Wow..." Zabdiel mused. "That's a story I often hear from my mothers and clan elders. But it must be ni

DARKNESS.The kind of darkness that gives her the chills and jittery ever since she was a child. The kind of darkness she ran away from several years ago.There were a few torches serving as light throughout the place but it was not enough to enlighten the whole room she was in. Darkness filled everything, from the hallways to every corner. Darkness filled the soul of those living there.The feeling of emptiness. The pain. The anger.Howls of sexual laughter, pain, pleasure, and all kinds of disgusting noises echoed through the dark hallways and reached her ears.She sighed and turned her back to the door. The chains that held her down by the wrists and ankles clang as she lay on the soft mattress. She felt a warm liquid on the corner of her eyes, running down her temple and then on the surface of her pillow. She closed her eyes.She wanted to get out of this wretched place way too badly. But she's scared. Not for herself but for the people that s

HE hated darkness.Darkness was the only place he’ll charge into, if he has a choice. The room that Sean Olaire put them into was dark and smelled like blood and rotten flesh that it made him sick. He had to keep himself from inhaling too much air or else he had to vomit again because of the foul smell. His eyes tried to roam around, looking for something that might catch his sight. Probably a sliver of light? But to no avail.His whole body seared in pain. He had a set of broken ribs, arms sore and aching from the chains that awkwardly binding him to a wall. His left eye seemed to be bleeding, considering that he felt like a sharp pain from the side of it. Drake Lornn knew he looked worse for wear.He began to feel around him. Wherever he touched, the floor was rough and seemed wet and sticky. He feared that what he was touching was a pool of blood. Just how many people were tortured or killed in here? Based on the awful smell, he knew that there were dead bodies

CHLOE had been playing word games with the three brothers of the Olaire Tribe right from the start."You were a trio of cunning weapons," she said. She was looking at the weapons they were holding in purpose, making sure that they get into her trap. On the other hand, she was genuinely amazed by these weapons.One had a leather whip with thorns that could rip a flesh apart. The other had a bone-like sword which Chloe didn't need an anatomy lesson to know that it was a sharpened femur of a person (an unfortunate realization of hers). The last Lou wielded a weird black flute... and he was the most readable among the three. Her eyes trailed to Pensin Lou as her smile widened in a kind that makes them feel a shiver down their spine. Something that if Lucian would be here, he will immediately recognize it as one of her 'you're not making it alive this time'."Not even the strong and valiant Five Leaf Clovers can beat you," she finished.As expected, Pensin Lou ans

CHLOE'S BLADE made a whirring noise as she twirled it in her hand. When the wild dogs were a few feet away from them, she raised Bellatrix in front of her. Her golden eyes glazed over, the feelings of Dana Rein more prominent now than Chloe's. The feeling of the sword's hilt gripped by her right hand. The smell of battle awaiting for her. And the slight tension of her shoulders.Although the body she was in was inexperienced and young, Dana relished the thought of the battle to come, a chance to fight once again - here in the body of her successor, an all too familiar anatomy when she was still alive and starting to fight in a bloody battlefield.Chloe - with Dana's consciousness - glanced at her two companions. Tara and Kieran were already battle ready. Tara had her sleek double-edged blade in front of her, ready to slice some beasts and rage could be seen in her violet eyes. Kieran was calmer, standing with his staff on his left hand and his right hand casually placed