Bastion led the way back out of the room down the prisoner quarters, through the dungeon and up the dank stairs. They came out from behind the portrait of his father and back into the hallway at the top of the stairs. They went to the other side of them and up to the attic. These stairs were dusty but well lit with torches along the sides. At the top of the stairs there was a hall with a great large window. Through the blowing sheers, you could see the shadow of iron bars. This too appeared to be a prison. Bastion went to the third door and unlocked it with a massive skeleton key. It creaked open slowly as he gently pushed it. “Ingrid? I have someone you may want to see.” A woman adorning a dressing gown slowly turned her head with wide eyes as she smelled them coming from the stairwell. “Is it really you?” Alexandre ran to her and knelt at her lap. Tears flowed from her eyes as she never thought she’d see her friend again. “I have often wondered what happened to you. I tried to

Bradford looked all around for traces of where they may have gone. “The Elder Lord is going to kill me. If I go back to their cabin I’ll be under cover for now. I have to figure out what to do next.” He left the hide away and went back to the cabin. Stepping inside the cabin, he looked around at the left out herbs. “I can do this. I can make this myself. I watched her. I can make this myself and return! How lucky I am to have learned it from its creator.” Herbs and bubbling cauldrons sat littering the counter and the table. He couldn’t remember the exact measurements so he made them in all combinations. He reached for more herbs and found them depleted. “Well, shit. I’m not sure where the garden is but maybe the Stag will help.” Bradford walked outside and spoke to the Stag through their telepathic connection. “I need your help. I need the special garden to make this potion. I cannot return without it.” The tree line shuffled as the Great Stag came out of it. “I see they left in

Raven stepped into the library, looking at the mounds and mounds and stacks and shelves of books all around her. She could not remember one time ever seeing a library as boundless as this one. She walked alongside the stacks and started reading the types of books that were included in this library. She found there were books of all the creatures in the land. There were books about caster magic, human magic, the magic animals, the bitten, the history of the bitten and many many many other books. She took an interest in a thick, black, leather book, pulling it off of the shelf she noticed the dust being disturbed as the large book slid off of its place and her hands. Dust in the air as she walked away. She found a big leather comfortable chair next to an oil lamp that was already lit. Sitting down in this chair, dust roast from it as well, creating a small dust cloud around her. She coughed a bit while waving the dust away from her. Opening the book the first page page was a power sigi

Bradford bound and leapt attempting to get to the castle before night fall came again. Only a path of broken branches and blurred footsteps were left behind him. His fear was met with excitement. He had known his father to be a great man but also one of discipline. He had taken great efforts not to reveal himself to his mother and his sister. Even when he gave his sister some of his blood to keep her going, he took great attempts to hide his identity while she was reading his thoughts. He had been tested by the great tribunal, many times to protect himself from this casters gift. As far as his mother, he was frustrated that she did not at once recognize him. His excitement, with seeing her was only met with his sadness of all the time that he had missed being next to her and learning from her. And seeing how Raven had grown in her magic and skills, he couldn’t help but be selfish and wonder how his mother could have helped him. Running through the woods, he came to the edge. He sto

The royal family took to getting more familiar with one another. Margaret found her place among them and the attendees were left to their own devices and to their own devices they went. “Lords I’m just suggesting we take a vote and decide if this is a legit claim to the throne.” Mr Banderman spoke up. The other elders head nodded or shook. “Respectfully, there is a process and we will follow it.” Mr Lavenos spoke up, “The Elder Lord just introduced two possible heirs that are both powerful and hybrids. We knew there was a reason he chose the Casters daughter. This is it! He wants to strengthen the Clan and if she is the Coming Sun we will have no time of day we are not safe.” “Gentlemen you are all missing the point. Why is he introducing them now? Why first his daughter with his long lost wife and then his son. A son, may I add, we already knew existed and have fought beside, never knowing he was the heir to the throne.” A gentleman with a tall top hat on, leaned against the wall