Votigern was having one of his usual parties, it was these celebrations that kept him sane and in control of things, he was on the topmost floor of the Goldcrest Tower, one of his many acquisitions. The inside was painted in obsidian colour, there was a high table where he and a few other distinguished guests sat. A few steps down was a very large space where the other wooden chairs and tables were littered about. A glass chandelier with lit candles hung just above their heads. The glass windows were shut for it was late at night, the curtains were red with streaks of gold and they draped the windows. Save for the red carpet that draped from where Votigern sat to the large grand entrance the rest of the floor was made out of glass marbles still in obsidian colour. The men and women gathered were people of different calibre and all walks of life but if Votigern was entirely true to himself, the guests in attendance were mainly low lives and truants, these were the kind of men who foll
“All the other elders are dead, either killed grotesquely or taken as captives, I narrowly escaped”, Yophiel explained, “With your return, I can finally close my eyes and join my ancestors” “Do not say those words Elder Yophiel", Dragomir chided, "You are invaluable to us and your wisdom will be greatly appreciated. They entered a tent secluded for only elders. When they got a point, he shifted a chair and pulled out the rug. There was a small trap door, he unlocked it and motioned for them to follow him. Dragomir let Raisel pass before he followed behind, they walked down a flight of stairs, “Was this where the stone was kept?”, Dragomir asked. “Yes in the very heart of this place”, Elder Yophiel answered. “No one knew where it was, Votigern must have been very crafty to convince you all to lead him to it”, Dragomir said. “He wasn’t crafty, just greedy”, Elder Yophiel answered, “We didn’t lead him to it, he uncovered the location himself. No dragon was ever concerned with its whe
By dusk that same day they had already arrived at the town where Raisel had lived with the young woman and her two kids. They currently sat in the tavern where Dragomir had frequented. On their way here she had stopped by at their house to greet them and gave them some money which they had appreciated. “So you come here very often?” “Came”, he corrected, “I even have a friend here” Raisel scanned the room, using her sense of reasoning to evaluate the kind of people that were seated, “You do have a questionable choice of place to pick out your friends” He followed her eyes, “No, not these people, the crowd is made up of people with really questionable characters. I’m only friends with the bartender…”, he looked around, “...who is not here currently but if he comes I’ll do the introductions” She nodded in understanding, “So let’s go over all the things we know about...” A loud raucous laughter drowned her voice. She turned to see two fat men talking loudly. She looked at Dragomir
They ran as fast as their legs could carry them, running at very high speed. They could hear the men charging towards them from behind. They took a curve in the other direction and Dragomir tripped against a stone, both of them falling to the ground. He landed first and caught her before she fell, so she landed on him. She tried to stand up immediately, however he pulled her closer preventing her from doing so. Just then they heard voices above them, “Where did they go?” “Can’t see them anywhere”, came the reply. “Let’s go back, Ryder needs our help” They stayed put till they heard the sounds of their feet as they retreated. They stared at each other not saying a word before Raisel got up from him. They walked towards their lodge holding hands. When they got to their lodge, it was then exhaustion kicked in, the effect of the alcohol, the running and the fight they were involved in. They had checked in late so they had gotten a lodge with a single room, so they had to share a bed
“It’s an elite crowd”, she remarked. “Just as we expected”, Dragomir said showing no interest whatsoever. She peered at him, “Lose the attitude Dragomir, we have to blend in” A butler passed with a tray containing glasses of wine, Raisel took a glass and sipped, “I think I’m ready for all the fun tonight” “I can’t say the same”, he muttered under his breath. They walked around a bit, surveying the crowd trying to make small talk with a few people here and there, making sure that they saw the flashy jewellery that they had on. They stood together, both nursing a glass of wine, Raisel looked up at the large banner that they had missed when they walked in, and she read out loud, “Entering a new era of wealth, power and fame” “He is extra”, Dragomir shook his head. Raisel managed a light chuckle, “I want this to be over soonest, where is he?” “Trust me I want the same thing”, he muttered. “Where do you think he would be? Should I go meet with him, that would be straightforward fo
Dragomir knew he was ruining Raisel’s plan and that if he wasn’t careful he could land her in a big mess but he couldn’t help himself. He hated to see her… Then an all too familiar tune came on, he knew this as a result of the numerous balls he had attended in his whole life. He pulled the blonde lady along who for some reason loved clinging on to him. They stood just a few yards from Simon and Raisel and when the time for the switch came, he didn’t hesitate, he took Raisel’s hand before she ventured off or before another man laid his finger on her. She was squished against him, “Dragomir what are you doing?” she asked. “I do not play the piano now do I?” “He was just about to spill”, she whisper yelled. “I know”, he appeared lost like he was calculating something. He pushed her towards Simon just in time to catch the blondie and this time when Simon looked at him he flashed him a smile. Raisel entered into the waiting arms of Simon, “Oh it’s such a mystical creation of course y
Dragomir stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers directly above the pile of woods and dead leaves, fire enveloped it immediately, “I still got it”, he yelled. They were currently in the woods, they sat around the blazing fire. They had managed to narrowly escape the library without drawing the attention of the love birds or as he liked to put it, lust birds. They had spent the night and the following day in their beds asleep and only decided to come out now. Raisel stared on at the fire in disbelief, “There’s no getting used to that, to the fact that you are dragon or to any of this at all” “Tune it a notch down Raisel, I feel like we deserve a break” “That’s the problem we don’t, we just came back from Islandia and all we did was rest…”, she argued. “Along the line, we did find out the heart of magic's former abode before it went missing”, Dragomir interjected. “That is inconsequential to our quest” “Not entirely inconsequential”, Dragomir replied, “It did help us elimin
Votigern and his men rode into the kingdom of Avalon, making a dust trail as they rode in numbers. People scampered away like rabbits at the sight of them. Votigern inhaled deeply, he liked the smell of fear, especially if it was his orchestration. Votigern rode in front leading his 20-man army. He raised his hand and they all drew to an abrupt halt. “Do we stop here master?”, Cillin asked. Votigern shot him a deadly glare, “No fool! Keep riding, ride through their houses and on their roofs if you deem fit”, he shook his head in disbelief before alighting from his very large horse. He stood silently staring off into nothing. The wind rippled through his large black coat and hair. He finally turned to the men and gestured for them to come forward, “Get the weapons” Not long after, the clanging noise of the weapon was the only noise around…” Someone tapped him on the shoulder, he turned to see Nero, one of his trusted allies and fiercest warrior. “What do we seek here in Avalon Lo