Allerick and his men rode through the town of Carran, “We will stop by the Vanor mansion for a few days. We will be able to feed our horses and rest properly”, he announced. When they got to the high towering mansion, they rode in and were given the much-needed attention and Allerick couldn’t be more glad that he was treated like a Prince again. It was towards evening after a well-deserved rest and food, clothed in a white silk robe did he finally see Count Simon Vanor. Simon strolled in leisurely, “Prince” Allerick turned around, “Count” They burst into laughter and enveloped each other in a hug. “Brother”, Allerick called Simon. They had been friends since childhood. Allerick had spent most of his formative years at the Vanor mansion. “What brings you here Allerick?” “A very long story Simon, you could say adventure?” Simon stared at him in wonder, “If I didn’t know you I’d have believed you” Allerick chuckled, “How are things with you, Simon?” “Oh the usual, throw extrava
Anna was onboard the black hollow, she was on her way to the coast of Phoenix to start her life afresh. She had been forced into marriage at a very young age, growing up with an abusive father and a mother who didn’t have any means of livelihood. She had been forced to accept the first suitor that came her way but there was no resting place for her because it was like running away from the pan to the fire. Her husband was every bit the man her father was, even worse. She had finally gathered the much-needed courage to walk out on the marriage while she could but the stigma had stuck and no matter the brave front she put up she could not escape it. The constant name-calling, the gossip, the accusations, the stares from everyone, some pitiful, some accusatory. They had called her accursed, rejected in her home and rejected by her husband. She had chosen to push that aside and forge ahead. She was among the people who had noticed the water dropping heavily from above their heads back in
You know all the times you spent doing absolutely nothing you could have as…” “Don’t you dare!”, she said through clenched teeth. "I was busy getting all our things in order…” “You know just focus on what this is we are doing with the boat”, he interjected. “It is called rowing, you know rowing a boat. This is a basic language skill” He flashed her a murderous glare, “You seem to be very knowledgeable about a lot of things but not how to row a boat”, he shook his head in wonder. “The only reason you are not in cold murky ocean water is because it takes two to move the boat”, she answered in a deadbeat manner. He shook his head not bothering with a response. They rowed quietly for a while, and not long after they were getting the hang of it and had managed to row through the open cave into the dreary sea. Everywhere was covered in a thick fog, and it was hard to see ahead of them, they narrowly escaped missing small rocks in the river. Then they heard a rumbling noise, at first i
The beauty of Camp Gigant was nowhere near Islandia but it was beautiful much more than any place on earth. This wasn’t what she expected in the least, giant were supposed to be dirty and tattered creatures at least that was what the books made them out to be. There were a lot of tall trees, with different kinds of fruits. The flowers were in a variety of colours and shapes and were scattered neatly about. It just looked like a wide expanse of land, there were no buildings or tents or wood houses in view. It was like everyone just seemed to live outside. They were a lot of giants around, male and female, save for the animal skin wrap around their waist, they wore nothing else. The women had very long hair that covered each of their breasts. One noticeable feature about all of them was that unlike expected, they weren’t bald and gnarly looking, neither were they potbellied with folds of fat everywhere. They had full heads of hair, perfect facial features, pristine and defined, their
They were sitting together in a semi-circle, it was near nightfall. Everyone was focused on the challenge ahead and how to escape this night unhurt. Clark was fast asleep, snoring loudly. Everyone else was drowsy. Dragomir lazily tapped away with his fingers. Guinevere was watching an ant go by. Chloe curled her finger around her hair repeatedly. Raisel was going through her sling bag double checking continuously to see if she had missed anything. “What is the plan?”, Chloe asked breaking the silence. “The plan is simply to sneak our way out of Camp Gigant’ unnoticed by the giant and continue on with our various lives”, Dragomir explained. “What if they wake up midway and try to get us?”, Guinevere asked. “We have thought about that possibility but we are no match for the giants and we don’t have weapons”, Dragomir replied, “So we try our best not to rouse them” “Exactly, let us focus on only the possibilities today and hope we get past them unhurt and without waking them”, Raise
Votigern sat on his make-believe throne, every bit the sovereign ruler he saw himself as. He was clad in a red and gold patterned robe and golden slippers. You wouldn’t have guessed he was of no royal descent. In his opinion he was way greater than all the rulers pulled together, he had lived amongst dragons, fooled them and owned the greatest stone ever. He had tasted power raw. It had made him grow from a weak and lanky man to a very strong one. There was a feast before him, but he was the only one at the head of the table, he didn’t think his men were worthy enough to sit beside him. It was a meal of lamb chop, fresh bread, berries and fine wine. It was too much for him to finish but he liked the solitude, it gave him time to think, about his future, away from all the other men that followed him, they were mediocre, men of small minds, they couldn’t possibly think like him. They couldn’t fathom what he had imagined. So you could imagine his anger when one of his lowest guards he h
ÎN CRESTERE ÎN GLORIA SA DE ODINIOARÃ That was what was written on the tablet from Camp Gigant’. Raisel read it over and over again, “None of this makes sense”. She went over it one more time, “I can’t believe this was what we stayed back for at Camp Gigant’ and almost got crushed by giants for”. “Let me see”, Dragomir took it from her hand, “I don’t know but I felt a pull to it like it was important to our quest. Just like how you feel with the stone calling out to you" Raisel nodded, “I understand but how do we decrypt this?” “This is some kind of language…let me see”, Dragomir sat on the floor and studied closely. They were still in the woods. After a while he spoke, “This is Romanian, just like Gigant”, he explained, “Rising… Raisel scribbled. “Rising to….it’s…former…reign? glory, yes glory”, he finished, “Rising to its former glory” “You speak Romanian?”, she asked, “Are you sure?” He rolled his eyes, “No I do not. Maybe you can decrypt it?" “Okay okay whatever!", she r
They rode into a small village that was surprisingly empty, void of people and activities. When they were deep into the village they began to hear noise from a distance. It was dusk by the time they arrived. They rode for a while before they spotted a few people tending to one thing or the other. When they rode further into the city, the noise increased and they were able to pinpoint its origin, there was a large gathering of people in a large circle, what was causing the noise and excitement amongst the people was still a mystery because of the people obstructing their view. Dragomir glanced at Raisel from where she sat behind him on the horse and the look on her face was all he needed to go on with his plan. He got down from the horse and helped her down too. He led the horse and tied it to a tree around a corner, the grass was green in the area so the horse started eating almost immediately. Then together, their hands entwined like they had not just argued not too long ago, they