The Crimson Gardevoir Novels & Stories

Crimson said as she detached herself from her brother, her voice almost in tears. Jorkallun wiped his tears off his eyes. "I am not crying anymore." "I can't believe this is you Crimson." Jason voice brought the red haired girl gazes at him. Unlike Jorkallun who got red eyeballs, Crimson eyes were that of a Lava. "Jason." She whispers and Jason left his position to meet her, he hugged her tightly, Crimson return the hug. He was there when Jorkallun had announced the birth of his sister, he watches as she grows up into a beautiful girl and a warrior. He took her like his sister and had cried for almost five years when he heard of her death.

Crimson took a deep breath, wiped her palms on her skirt and entered the clearing. As soon as she stepped out of the Labyrinth, and into the moonlight, the forest went completely quiet; not an owl, not a cricket. She shivered with the power of the place. Crimson made a conscious effort to breath as she peered into the trees hoping to get a bit of a warning as to the Dragon's approach. She heard a rustling of leaves off to the right. She whipped around to see... nothing there. She thought she saw a shadow pass between two trees, but perhaps it was only the wind moving the branches. Her fear was mounting. She thought of running, but realized that there really was no life to go back to. There!

I was yanked out of Kudaisi’s body as he came to. He was still in the dungeons, and the red matron stood before him with two of her apprentices. “He is not going to make it” the red matron says, looking him over wistfully. My heart skips a beat hearing her. “Someone has tampered with him or something,” she looks around, frowning. “What do we do no?” one of the apprentices asked. The red matron frowned. “Get me blood. We can’t allow him die like this. We will feed him blood to make him heal and continue.”

“Black Crimson has an extremely distinctive style. If you have someone else paint for him, it’s just going to be written off as a fake.” “No,” Hayden assured him. “It’s not.” When everyone merely frowned, confused, I groaned and rolled my eyes, willing him not to stick out his own neck or admit anything stupid. “No way,” I told him, slashing out a hand. “I’m not down with that plan.” But he didn’t have to say anything. Because Camille suddenly gasped. “Oh my God,” she murmured, gaping between me and Hayden with sudden realization. “Black Crimson isn’t just one person. You guys are like the Brothers Hildebrandt.” She spun to address my brother. “Aren’t you?”

He was going to follow her and say all that was on his mind when he heard the front door open “Jared?” he heard Xavier scream “What’s wrong? Why are you screaming again?” he asked, impatiently “There is another dead body. It is a kid’s body again. We have to find a way to stop this. The people of Crimson valley are starting to lose their patience. It is a matter of time before thing go out of hand here. They are not buying my story of peace and unity anymore and they thing the blue silver pack has something to do with it” Xavier said

"No, but the message implies urgency. The 'Crimson Falls' refers to the blood-red waterfalls in the eastern mountains. As for the Oracle, it's likely a reference to an ancient seer rumored to reside there." "We should investigate," I suggested. "If there's a potential threat, we need to uncover it." He agreed, and we began preparations for the journey. --- Damian's Perspective The expedition to the Crimson Falls was fraught with challenges. The terrain was treacherous, and the path was seldom traveled. Our small team consisted of seasoned members: Niko, Lena, Elara, and myself. We moved cautiously, aware that the unknown awaited us. After days of arduous travel, we arrived at the base of the

⸻ The staircase ended before a pair of enormous stone doors. Unlike every entrance they had discovered before, these carried no royal crest. Instead… Two wolves were carved into the stone. One silver. One crimson. They were not facing one another. They stood shoulder to shoulder, gazing toward the horizon. Elara stopped. “I’ve never seen this symbol before.” Riven stepped closer, his fingers tracing the carving. “Neither have I.” Kael frowned. “That’s impossible.” “Why?” “My father taught me every Crimson royal emblem before I was old enough to hold a sword.”