บททั้งหมดของ Torn Between Alphas: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

The sky was still sparkling with its dim shine.The first flash of the sunlight reached on the icy pinnacles, and flowed softly in the fine golden mist that was spread low in the sky, as if it had been spun from the heavens. There was an unexpected warmth to the light that somehow wasn’t comfortable. It was warm like sun, but soft like fire’s touch. It appeared to linger about somewhere between a ghost of a memory and a soft exhalation.A little more he waited, standing at the edge of the cliff gazing out. Down below the first signs of life were being established in the city.Whispering was gradually returning into the air. A trickle of water. A bird’s call. Leaves brushing in soft wind. He watched the rooftops glimmer with colors they did not reveal a day before as if the buildings had come to life, slowly and exhaling after centuries of slumber.Serakha joined him. She wrapped her cloak around her and peered over the horizon and over t

Shaking stopped, yet the quiet afterwards was far from reassuring.They paused on the old trail and waited for any noise. Nothing moved. They heard no birds, felt no wind, and there was no longer the constant sound of the river they had just crossed. Overhead, the sky was dull grey—not indicating a storm, but instead a thin blanket laid over the sunshine.Serakha pulled her pack in and clutched it harder. “That did not sound like the mountain,” she said quietly. “That came from below.”He forced his hand into the earth and rested a moment on the cold ground. His eyes closed silently for just a moment.He said the ground sheltered some sort of activity. “Not close… but it’s moving.”Lucian looked ahead. The way ahead separated into three, much as Renak’s map had shown would occur. Three paths were dividing the road, with each heading off toward a different part of the forest. Only the path

The road to the south curved and maneuvered like a river of stone, weaving through fields of gold, which whistled with the morning breeze. Lucian went on ahead, boots sweeping the soft grass that grew on the edges of the trail. His hand was still benignly glowing — not to see by, but to hold on to.Serakha walked by him, hood low about her features, eyes gazing to the horizon with peaceful curiosity. Arden moved behind in slow, patient steps, ever listening, ever feeling the ground under their feet.Tirnen disappeared behind them, not as a place that was forgotten, but now as a place of light. A place breathing again.Lucian clutched the little wooden carving received from the old woman, rivers of fingers tracing the frayed edges of the symbol. He could still sense the memory in it though as in a faint voice calling from somewhere distant but familiar.The sun climbed higher and by the middle of the day they reached a rung of hump back hills where t

No mark of a name could be seen on the gates of the city. Only vines. And silence. Lucian set off first, crossing through the broken area. He barely had energy left, but he kept running steadily. Behind them, Serakha and Arden moved forward, followed by all of the others with care. The path was broken in many places, yet it connected the buildings. Some were hollow shells. Some wooden doors remained, ready for someone to step through them. Trees were planted along the streets these days. I’m not sitting above the city and forest, but crossing between them, like they share the same language. “Do you feel it?” Serakha quietly said, hardly raising her voice. Lucian nodded. “This place is dreaming.” They stayed a bit back to avoid waking the sleeping animal. ---&n

The aircraft looked as if it was being carried by the wind itself. The only thing it did was softly hum, which sounded like it was remembering stuff it sang from the past. The desert on the ground shrank, and the sky grew larger.Lucian was standing close by the front window. There was a hint of gold on the soft blue sky straight ahead. Serakha and Arden sat together with the other members. A number of the kids leaned against the borders of the viewing portholes, their eyes full of fascination. Many of the people were flying for the very first time.“It can listen, too,” Lucian whispered, behind the pocketed crystal. Lynx knows how to get where she needs to be.Arden paused to look at the map for a few seconds. Lines appeared to flow across the surface just as rivers flow on a plain. An old city must be situated nearby. See here?” He highlighted a shining spiral with his hand. Air is represented by that sign. There is a chance that the city is