Dragomir stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers directly above the pile of woods and dead leaves, fire enveloped it immediately, “I still got it”, he yelled. They were currently in the woods, they sat around the blazing fire. They had managed to narrowly escape the library without drawing the attention of the love birds or as he liked to put it, lust birds. They had spent the night and the following day in their beds asleep and only decided to come out now. Raisel stared on at the fire in disbelief, “There’s no getting used to that, to the fact that you are dragon or to any of this at all” “Tune it a notch down Raisel, I feel like we deserve a break” “That’s the problem we don’t, we just came back from Islandia and all we did was rest…”, she argued. “Along the line, we did find out the heart of magic's former abode before it went missing”, Dragomir interjected. “That is inconsequential to our quest” “Not entirely inconsequential”, Dragomir replied, “It did help us elimin

They arrived at the docks, there were three ships and a couple of boats tied to the docks, people hovered about, well-dressed, obviously travellers. They were also dressed well, Dragomir was happy because they had picked his favourite persona. They were travelling as a rich couple. Raisel had explained they needed to deflect whatever attraction to them whatsoever, they could not afford unnecessary attention and they were bound to get unnecessary attention if they showed up, him dressed in sleeveless leather cloth, snug fitting pants with boots, a sword carved by a dragon slung at his back and her dressed in a leather ensemble, knives visibly tucked everywhere, her sword hanging on her side. They had advertently chosen the normal couple, it was one disguise they seemed to pull off well. They could not travel with weapons but Raisel on insistence had packed her knives, alongside other essentials. They couldn’t tell how long they'd be gone before they reached the mount isles but on esti

Anna was onboard the black hollow, she was on her way to the coast of Phoenix to start her life afresh. She had been forced into marriage at a very young age, growing up with an abusive father and a mother who didn’t have any means of livelihood. She had been forced to accept the first suitor that came her way but there was no resting place for her because it was like running away from the pan to the fire. Her husband was every bit the man her father was, even worse. She had finally gathered the much-needed courage to walk out on the marriage while she could but the stigma had stuck and no matter the brave front she put up she could not escape it. The constant name-calling, the gossip, the accusations, the stares from everyone, some pitiful, some accusatory. They had called her accursed, rejected in her home and rejected by her husband. She had chosen to push that aside and forge ahead. She was among the people who had noticed the water dropping heavily from above their heads back in

The beauty of Camp Gigant was nowhere near Islandia but it was beautiful much more than any place on earth. This wasn’t what she expected in the least, giant were supposed to be dirty and tattered creatures at least that was what the books made them out to be. There were a lot of tall trees, with different kinds of fruits. The flowers were in a variety of colours and shapes and were scattered neatly about. It just looked like a wide expanse of land, there were no buildings or tents or wood houses in view. It was like everyone just seemed to live outside. They were a lot of giants around, male and female, save for the animal skin wrap around their waist, they wore nothing else. The women had very long hair that covered each of their breasts. One noticeable feature about all of them was that unlike expected, they weren’t bald and gnarly looking, neither were they potbellied with folds of fat everywhere. They had full heads of hair, perfect facial features, pristine and defined, their

Votigern sat on his make-believe throne, every bit the sovereign ruler he saw himself as. He was clad in a red and gold patterned robe and golden slippers. You wouldn’t have guessed he was of no royal descent. In his opinion he was way greater than all the rulers pulled together, he had lived amongst dragons, fooled them and owned the greatest stone ever. He had tasted power raw. It had made him grow from a weak and lanky man to a very strong one. There was a feast before him, but he was the only one at the head of the table, he didn’t think his men were worthy enough to sit beside him. It was a meal of lamb chop, fresh bread, berries and fine wine. It was too much for him to finish but he liked the solitude, it gave him time to think, about his future, away from all the other men that followed him, they were mediocre, men of small minds, they couldn’t possibly think like him. They couldn’t fathom what he had imagined. So you could imagine his anger when one of his lowest guards he h