Chapter 52: Prison - Isolde

The sound of the ocean waves crashing against the cliffs sounds tranquil, and I try to focus on it to distract me from the nightmare I’m in. Standing on the cliff’s edge of Iç Ada, I stare up and the monolithic structure that is the home of the Delegation. This ancient and wonderous Turkish castle has stood tall for thousands of years and actually holds many pleasant memories for me, but now it’s about to be my tomb.

Arthwin and Aulen both place a hand on my shoulders and guide me past the barrier. Aulen also has a hand on Manon to let her past the barrier. The Fortis twins became the Kartheca’s resident makkares a few centuries ago. The Delegation always have makkares living here to aid them should they need it, and they are almost always twins. Twin makkares hold a level of magic that is beyond the average makkari, but not as strong as a Priest or Priestess. Alone they are no stronger than the average makkari, but when they combine the flames of their magic together, they’re quite t