Lucius watched Mariana as she slept. The fire illuminated her features, giving her a golden hue. He had wrapped her in a bandage with a piece of cloth he tore from his cloak. The only injury she sustained was on her left temple. The warmth from the fire must have made her feel better. She no longer looked pale. He had spent the entire afternoon with Mariana on his back, walking deeper into the forest other than going back to the palace because he was sure that if he continued on that quest, they would wind up dead. Lucius wondered what was truly going on in Asgaria. The place had been safe for travel. It had been a very peaceful place. All of a sudden, huge wolves were terrorising Asgaria. Who and what could they possibly be after? He wondered if the King knew of the recent occurrences. He watched the fire cackle. Despite the intensity it was burning with, he still didn't feel warm enough. His teeth was chattering with cold. He had covered Mariana with his cloak instead. Her legs we

Mariana Rosette couldn't stop staring at the man before her. He stood by the entrance of the small cave. They had found shelter in it and had hidden themselves from the rain. Every second she spent in his company, she was at risk of losing herself to him. Her eyes hungrily ran over his body. She wondered if he was aware that he sexually appealed her. He was all veins and muscles. Lucius had been carefully moulded into existence. It took all the control in her to not run to him and wrap her hands around him from behind. Mariana shut her eyes in ectasy as she remembered what went down the night before. She brought her hand to her lips, she couldn't have enough of him. She reddened at the thought of the passionate kiss they shared. She silently wished it had gone further than that. Rain droplets threatened to put off the flame. He had made the fire for them to keep them from getting cold but it didn't keep them warm enough. Lucius stared ahead at the pouring rain. He had to get Maria

Voices echoed in his head. Voices that he could not determine if they were from the past or present he squinted through the sharp rays of light. He felt a sharp pain in his head as he struggled to keep his eyelids apart. "Luther! Run!" A feminine voice screamed. The voice sounded so familiar like he knew it so well. On close inspection, he realized that it was his mother's voice. The voices came back, he could tell that he was about to do as he was told when a roar resonated throughout the entire place. It vibrated the walls and carried fear with it. He trembled at the power that came with it. Next, he heard screams. Roars erupted. A scream from his mother reached his ears again. All the voices collided as one as they came together. The echoes became too loud. Too unbearable for him. Then all the voices zeroed down to one deep all too familiar voice. "You can never take my place, never." Lucius gasped awake. He sat up immediately and stared around the room that he was placed in.

Mariana couldn't shake the foreboding sense of unease. She didn't know whether to attribute it to the fact that she wasn't home in her room or because she hadn't seen or heard from Lucius ever since the incident. She wondered if he thought about her as much as she did him. She paced around the room for the upteenth time. She was restless. She didn't like the feeling of being trapped. She had mentally counted four days. Four days since she had seen the light of the day. Four days since she last saw Lucius. She didn't think she could take it any longer. Several attempts to leave the room had been futile. She was met with stoic unpleasant guards who only gave her one worded answers. The longest they said was that she couldn't leave the room and that orders were from their majesty.How she longed to leave the room. How she longed to see Lucius. "Lucius...", his name rolled of her tongue in a soft whisper. Like a caress. She gave a long look at her supposed room, her gaze fell on Monalis

The horses tied to the carriage trudged through the forest at first, then when what seemed like shelter slowly came to view, Thorax tightened it's reins and urged it to go faster. It's gallops in sync with their incessant heart beats. When they got closer, they came to a halt and tied it to a tree, he stayed behind, looking after the horse and carriage.King Pius nodded at him, and went further with his son, in search of the unknown. What should have been a castle with high walls had become a dilapidated shed concealed by the twisted limbs of ancient trees forgotten with time. The air around this dwelling was thick with an ominous aura. They ventured into the abode. They were met with creatures assumed to be werewolves. They roamed the abode with fluidity and ethereal grace. Each one looking more dangerous that the other. Their fur clung with their bodies each strand pulsating with energy. Their claws honed to perfection with their eyes gleaming under the lunar spell.Their snout re