The Onyx Cinder Star Wars Novels & Stories

Oswin instantly yanked on the horse's saddle, and it came to a stop on its own. A two-story white Victorian home stands just a few meters from us. The white marble and numerous glass windows give it an air of refined elegance. The design is spare, yet it appears to be well received. Both fire trees and simple hedges frame the home's front yard. Nothing flowery or trite will do. "What are we going to deliver?" Oswin asked as he shared the checklist with me. "Scented candles and ointments, toiletries, four gallons of white deer's blood, and a sack of wolfsbane," I read carefully.

“West Fang and Starfire packs.” I smiled at that. “Seems you see some reasoning?” he asked. The audacity of this man! West Fang was a pack that were filled with warriors, and they made the best weapons. Starfire, on the other hand, is a mine pack. The resources gotten from there are used to boost our wealth. “Isn’t that exploitation, Hansel?” I asked. “Add some respect to my name,” he said with gritted teeth. “It isn’t. This is a fair trade.”

He looked terrified. “Isolde,” his voice whispered in my mind, weak and shaking. “The Starlight... I need it. Now. I’m fading.” Before I could ask what he meant, he collapsed. I caught him, his heavy stone body pinning me to the floor. I looked around for help, but the hall was empty. Everyone had fled in fear. I looked down at Alaric. His skin was turning a dull, dusty grey. He wasn't just turning to stone anymore. He was crumbling. Small pieces of his shoulder were turning into sand right before my eyes.