All Chapters of Bringer Of Darkness: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Athelstan He awoke with a sudden sensation of a great commotion outside his rooms, his head was beating, and his eyes were heavy. The night before, on his return from his long hunting trip he had stopped in a tavern in the city, yielding perhaps a little too much to wine and distractions. He turned to his side. The sun was already high in the sky, the light of the rays entering from the wide-open window, illuminating the whole room, while a sea breeze pulled away the white curtains that adorned the open windows. The sound of the harbour, the sailors’ noise, the crates of the merchant ships unloading the goods, and the cry of the seagulls flying high in the sky of Waterfall Bay. Athelstan took a deep breath and stood up, making as little noise as possible. He stretched as his bones crackled and turned to the bed, but his night companion did not seem to be disturbed by his movements. The girl slept blissfully, covered only by the white

Athelstan He got up and approached him too. He pushed people to the side to make room. He looked at the sea. The ships that had just passed the open gate of the bay were sinking, sinking, destroyed as if they had crashed into a rock of gigantic proportions. From that distance, he could see only the sails of the big fishing boats that slowly went down below the water level while the cries spread around the port. His mother caught up with him and stood beside him, looking out over the bay. “Go down to the city, they may need help,” she said with a little excitement. “He goes back to the castle and waits for my news.” he kissed his mother on the cheek, then nodded to one of the guards who came there. The guard approached his mother and escorted her into the palace. “Now everyone calms down and go back inside,” he told the people that it was crowded on the balcony by now. “Now!” he cried, seeing that no on

Sumon “Lady Castel invites you this afternoon for tea with other ladies,” a maid said, standing at the door of her chambers. Sumon rolled her eyes while Claire, her servant, tied her dress laces behind her back. The last thing she needed was to deal with the lady of the fortress. She had neither the time nor the desire. Claire finished with the laces and smoothed her blue skirt. Sumon turned to allow her to place the rigid band under her breasts, raising it slightly and making it look bigger than it was. Claire turned around and tied it behind her back. When she finished fixing it, Sumon sat down so Claire could fix her hair. “Thanks, Lady Castel, for the kind invitation, but unfortunately, I am forced to decline for today.” And forever, she thought. “There are urgent matters that require my presence,” she smiled. The maid nodded and bowed, then left the room. Sumon snorted while Claire contin

Taryn“Do you know the story of how I took my father’s place when I was only five?” Taryn shook her head. “Your uncle, the usurper, had surrounded our castle and taken one of my older sisters. He had given terms to my father, Lord of Sneaf, before me. Kneel down and proclaim me the only king of Elder and I will spare your daughter’s life, he had told him.” Taront shook his head and turned to look toward the open window. “My father was forced to obey him, my older sister was Sneaf’s heir. In our family, there has always been the custom that the firstborn, man or woman, would take command of our house. My sister, Tamara, was my father’s heir, and he wanted to save her at all costs.”He smiled sadly and looked back at her.“So one night, he took most of his strength and met with the usurper, leaving my pregnant mother and me alone at the castle. I do not know exactly what happened at the meeting of the usurper, I have few clues and through the survivors of that atrocity, men who managed t

NathanFive years beforeThe carriage stopped, and Nathan could hear the noise of people outside screaming for happiness. His head was resting on the back of his seat, and he watched his father, sitting in front of him, his eyes closed as if he were sleeping. Lately, he had become increasingly tired, and that long journey would have proved him a lot. On his head, he wore a gold crown with red streaks and diamonds.The coachman told them they had reached their destination, and his father opened his eyes. Like Nathan's, large dark circles surrounded the blue eyes, reddened by fatigue. They shouldn’t have gone that far, it wasn’t worth it. His hair, now white and long, was combed and pulled back, which gave him clean air and a little more severe than it already was. He wore a tunic of heavy cloth with their family's royal coat of arms embroidered on it. A winged lion represents freedom. How ironic!Nathan passed the walking stick to his father, the only object from which he never separat