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In the passageway to the Dark Mountains, The old-growth forest was like a tunnel into another time, a place where it could be any century and no one would ever know they had ever left, not even the predators. There was wisdom in the wilderness that could whisper to the pure of heart and gave fear to the darkest of souls.There was contentment in a tree branch, Diana realized how grateful they were, the natures were talking, whispering enchanting lullabies on her bears. The denim branches dangling over the limb of silver-earthen bark. It dangled independent of the wind, with a smile to match the brilliance of the moon above. Diana traced her fingers over the bark, her fingerprint over the ridged patterns. Something about being there made her so glad as if it were a sort of independence to let her body match its curving form."All, come inside,” called Cavin, “It will be daylight soon.” As he stared at the luminous band of orange straddled on top of the dark purple horizon of the Dark O

Unexpectedly, Priest Cornelius put his hand on Leo’s head in approval. Knight Leo jerked back as if impaled by a rush of wind. The tall head chief fell back to his knees.The crowd quieted down.“What happened?” Diana spoke to Celestina.“The spirit of the Saints has come upon the new head chief. Such foolishness if you ask me.”On signal, Knight Leo stood up again and seemed to grow taller than he had been. His stance spruced up and he now exuded the enthusiasm he had lacked just minutes earlier.It fascinated Diana. Maybe he was acting or he must have been possessed by something or someone darker but the drama was almost as promising as a theater act.Knight Leo turned to the public and declared openly in a firm chiefly voice, “All Twin Hollow villagers, send your husband, sons and father and anyone who will fight for our security. We will hunt the witches and vampires on the land, and I will oversee our armies in success over these adversaries of the church!”The throng was surpris

“Agreed,” said Camellana. “Your counsel has ascertained the most beneficial, Sulu dear. My trust in you heightens daily.”Fortunately, Sulu thought to himself, because when he was the most inexperienced, then he would gut them and filet them like the fish that they are. Such high swine. And with the help of Camellana, he will take back his rightful merit of this region, and with it, the witches of the dark natives. His vengeance against the dark natives chief must be administered soon. He would come up with all the excuses he wanted for revenge, yet it would always be the work of an inner tantrum and thus could always represent his best or what he could have been capable of... He was worthy of destroying the elders, especially the foolish Lucinda… He was competent enough to eradicate their most beloved cavern.“Good,” uttered Sulu himself.“Indeed, Sulu. Because when you are the most trusting, then I know our alliance will be the only way we can win this crusade and claim the sovereig

Damian has a plan on his own. He shall uncover his origin. He had decided he had to unearth his ancestry’s full story, to find out who his parents were. He had never hoped for joyous family reunions. He just had to know. Possibly, that hadn’t been the best idea. No good ever came from ladling into the past. It was like kicking a nest of hornets. That’s what his foster father had always meant.Brushing off those metaphorical hornets, Damian nudged all thoughts of his past to the sidelines. He had to concentrate on something else. He had to keep his mind off the horrible truth that he had a dark sorcerer for a father.He might have despised him. After all, he wanted him dead. And his foster siblings were even worse. They wanted to use Damian as a tool to earn golds and silvers, then discard him like trash on the side of the cliff. Literary again.Regardless, Damian tried to think about the upcoming challenges, but they all seemed to lead back to him. To expose him. No, he needed somethi

The soldiers nudged David and Sergio forward with their swords. The silver-tipped swords shone like eternal weapons from hell. The two and sure moved away from the swords like the weapons had the power to hurt—or even kill them, but no fear could be seen in their eyes, they knew somehow that the elder could get through them away from the soldiers' resentment...“Young David and Sergio,” Elfar began. His disappointment was understandable in his hawk-like eyes. There comes a time that for keeping one's self-respect intact, one must leave what one hoped would be a good thing. The disappointment arrives as sadness. It was a sorrow, a conclusion, yet in time it upheld, in time the soul can begin to hope for something real, lasting, and secure and he hoped his decision wouldn't give him enough regret for his great-grandson's future.“Both of you…stand accused—”“The recruit is my underling, Sir,” Damian stepped up and cut in, striding forward to the old man's cabins. “I will conclude how it