All Chapters of THE BLOOD-SILVER MOON (BOUND BY BLOOD AND MOON): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

For a split second, his face flushed as he turned slowly, seeing who it was. His eyes lit up."Gryfield?" walking into his embrace."Ha…ha… Welsfar, look at you!" Gryfield said, chuckling. Still in the comfort of their embrace, he patted Welsfar's back.Welsfar, basking in the rush of the past, inhaled slowly. Gryfield had always been one prominent figure in his life he couldn't forget."Ohh I see, you joined the elderly," Gryfield winked, pulling Welsfar's white beard. "You grew old fast!" he said as Welsfar burst into laughter."Let's not forget you're the elder here…""Yes! Hmmm… I am. But as I remember, at your age I had not even grown a streak of grey hair. But here you are, this same age, not a strand of green grass left."Welsfar drew back from the clutteredness of the hall. "You've done quite a great job. It's busier than I even remembered."Gryfield's eyes darkened. "Welsfar… There's something…" His gaze fell to the ground, the skin on his face folded onto themselves. Beads o

Still beneath the healing hall, Welsfar stood in the forbidden zone, calculative and worried at the same time."There was a window, Gryfield. The one that kills the host and the thing growing inside," Welsfar said, using his hand to smack his head."Hmm… you seem to forget other windows: one that births it prematurely, and a window that kills anyone trying to eliminate it," Gryfield responded.Looking at the dark tunnel ahead, water drops hit the hard stone. "Tink…Tink…" Welsfar's eyes pierced through the darkness, his intuition racing speedily."It's not in the healing hall," his eyes still focused on the pitch black tunnel."What?" The other Healer muttered out. "But… but I heard it feeds on your core!""It does," Welsfar said. "But the healing hall is filled with a bunch of sick people. Their cores are weak. The scent masked the cores of those that are healthy, so it couldn't smell them.""The hunt has begun," Welsfar growled through clenched teeth."What do we do?" The Healers who

"Presenting to the King, the Grand Maester Gryfield of the Healing Hall and the Maester of the Forest, Welsfar," the servant announced.Walking through the enormous doors as they opened, Welsfar's eyes wandered through every detail. His lips parted. It was totally different from when he last saw it, when he was a little boy.His father worked as a Steward to the palace and his mother a cook, which left him exploring the palace grounds every chance he got. And that was when he met him. "Little Snow," he muttered, reminiscing. The only child amongst royalties that never looked down on him as a low-born hybrid.He would often leave his noble friends to have playtime with Welsfar. He would bring food and all the finest meals.One day changed it all. The day he left the palace to come see his poor friend with no rank or title, outside the castle walls. The day Little Snow left the palace to see the world outside. That day he was beaten and stripped of all the expensive things he had on, ev

Silence fell upon them all as they tried to make sense of what Welsfar meant."Maester Welsfar," one of the soldiers called out. "I don't think that's a good idea." The rest exchanged glances in agreement.Welsfar turned his head slowly. "Standing here is also not a good idea. What's possibly a good idea in this situation?""We proceed. The mist is about to wear off in a few seconds. Its senses won't come back immediately, but its vision will become clearer.""It'll come after one of us, and whoever it chooses will lead it into the caged sled.""Is that understood?" He turned to the already frightened soldiers. Seeing them forcefully mumbling "Yes," was quite amusing to the eyes.Turning to King Snow. "My King, I think it's best you exit this premises. It is our duty to protect you from harm.""And it is my duty to protect my people," King Snow said, stepping forward.Welsfar slowly nodded as his eyes fell on Vyre as it became more aggressive.Their feet pinned on the stone floor, rea

Their eyes shrunk into their sockets, seeing Vyre leap that high, with chest rising rapidly to the rhythm of their hearts."So this was the end?"Welsfar found himself questioning. Thinking of his family, he inhaled sharply to what he assumed to be his last breath.Gryfield fell to the ground trembling like a child, his hands clutched his chest as he shut his eyes tightly closed.Just like a wave of wind, the door shut tightly before the creature leaped out. Its screams echoed through it.It screeched violently but couldn't break through."Oh my goodness…" A soldier broke down in tears.The rest braced themselves, thinking he was being devoured before them. They sniffled, crying silently."Oh my goodness… Bless the old gods and new gods…" He cried even more.Gryfield peeked open, and he saw the vault was closed."Hufff…" He breathed a sigh of relief. Still unable to speak, he tapped Welsfar.Welsfar reluctantly opened his eyes, the withheld tears finally streamed down his face. He ben