Rhys Borderlands Romane & Geschichten

His eyes, however, were the most captivating - one a brilliant blue, the other a deep shade of green. Darius's grip on his sword tightened, "You're one of them. A realm-crosser." The silver-haired man smirked, "Astute. Yes, I am Rhys, a child of both realms. But unlike the prophecy, I did not ask for this fate. It was thrust upon me." Elara's eyes widened, realization dawning on her. "You're the union... the bridge between realms." Rhys's expression turned somber. "Yes, but it's not as simple as uniting realms. There are forces, on both sides, that wish to keep them apart, and they will stop at nothing to prevent the prophecy from coming true."

she said. “You’re not her.” “How do you know?” “Because you chose to fight the mirror, not rule it.” She looked at him. “What if I can’t stop it?” He reached for her hand. “Then let me burn with you. Not behind. Beside.” She leaned into his shoulder, the smallest gesture of surrender. Somewhere in the Shadow Realm. Rhys stood before a lake of black glass. His body was marked, his veins pulsing with a new heartbeat.

"Lets go build our home." We saw a crow on the windowsill it had one feather in its wing. It watched us. Then took flight heading south. It took us four days to get to the borderlands. We didn't travel in a carriage we rode as a pack. We had five hundred of the Elite Rogue Guard a dozen defected Royal soldiers and a long line of wagons filled with supplies. The borderlands were beautiful with grass and ancient oak trees. It was the space where the mountains met the plains, a place that neither the old Kingdom nor the Rogues had ever claimed.