All Chapters of Bringer Of Darkness: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The Old Man«Brr, such a cold», he whispered in the dark, rubbing his hands against each other, trying to warm them. He blew gently over it, hoping that his warm breath might give him some comfort, but nothing could prevent the cold of that autumn night from entering under his skin and reaching his bones.He was so cold he couldn’t walk. His legs began to fail because of his age, as he was no longer the young man he once was.The streets of the lower town were deserted, while the men were locked in the taverns between the pleasures of alcohol and the good company of some prostitute who would pay at the end of the night. In the distance, he could see the lights on above the walls, inside which had been built Sierra, the capital of the kingdom of Haefest. The latter was dominated by Urian Fannil, the place he had dreamed of seeing since he was a child. He was finally there, in the city of red leaves.It was so-called because, throughout the year, the streets were covered with red leaves

The Soldier“For the four demons, that damned fire didn’t want to go out.”Dan put the helmet on his head, and both soldiers were on their way back to their post after spending the last few hours trying to put out a fire that came out of nowhere, which Brad never had.Dan was trying needlessly to clean his cheeks of soot, but all he got was the opposite effect, staining his face even more, which became covered with ash. So they were forced to stop at a fountain so that he could rinse his hands and face.“Not so bad for the first night, is it?” said the cheerful young Dan.“If you find it exciting to put out a stupid fire, you’ll go crazy when we have to stop the drunken brawls kicked out from taverns.” Dan took off his helmet and shoved his whole head into the tub filled with water, while Brad leaned against the wall from where the latter came out, watching the young boy’s head disappear into the water with his spear in his hand.The sun was beginning to peep from the mountains; the c

NathanMyra always told him that he possessed a particular power given to him by the Gods, and he, as an eternal child, had always believed her. Growing up, he understood that every mother would say that to her child to make him feel special. Although Myra had never told Damien in retrospect when his brother woke up startled by some nightmare she didn’t want to talk about. Since he was a child, Myra had always told Nathan that he was a special person, destined to fulfill a great destiny and for Nathan had always been a dream.Upon reflection, Myra had never reserved those words for her son or Doreon when he was entrusted to her care. But maybe she just said that because she knew that Nathan, the only legitimate son, would become king.He shook his head.Why was he filling his head with all the memories of the people he loved?It’s the dream.It’s that damn dream’s fault, it had upset his mind and his heart and made him sink into anguish.They entered the council chamber. The dim sunli

Nathan They passed the main gate and entered the lower town. The streets were crowded. The farmers kept coming and going from the countryside with carts filled with the day’s harvest. Nathan stopped to watch an old man, struggling, pull his cart full of vegetables along the way. He was very thin and wore a large straw hat. Nathan noticed that the old man was barefoot. They were muddy, but even so, he could see the great sores on his feet. As he dragged the wagon, the old man slid and risked falling. Nathan stopped the horse, got off, and approached the old man. All the guards and Sumon stopped with him. The old man’s wagon got stuck in a hole, and the man couldn’t move it anymore. Nathan joined him and pushed the wagon, unlocking it, the old man thanked him and continued on his way. Nathan returned to his horse and saw that Sumon was giving a bag of gold coins to one of the guards. “Go and buy everything that farmer sells, then take it to the royal kitchens. If I find out that yo

Taryn knew very well what advantages Locrand would bring, but she knew the disadvantages much better. Dealing with a man like Kyros was the worst ruin for anyone and would have marked the end of Elder, she would not have wished it even to her worst enemy. That man was scum, he couldn’t forget the way Kyros treated her when he tried to tell Athelstan to expect a son; the hatred he felt toward his own daughter; the way he treated all those who had no royal blood or who simply were not him. Taryn remembered the words of disgust spit at anyone. But most of all, she remembered how she had been treated and forced to escape from that Summit before Kyros’ killers got to her and killed her. “Only the west remains.” Taront pointed to the map. “The Ackards rule Aeris.” “Elhiàs Ackard has been on the throne for some years and has not yet taken a wife,” Grander said. “How are the relations between Aeris and Locrand?” Taryn asked Lord Grander. Taryn knew that their relationship had cracked aft