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37. The Fae Forests
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DragonBorn 38. The General
I pulled myself forward. I'd been walking for three days without food or water and I had not come across a single soul. My body screamed at me for food and rest. I did try to sleep but each time I closed my eyes in the lonely forest,I would dream about Teris and Eos and wake up even more tired than I'd slept. The trees didn't even bring forth fruits or anything eatable. Just how far away from civilization was I? I cursed the drayad female and that beautiful terrifying creature again. Stupid Drayad. Stupid beautiful halfman. I hope they rot in hell someday. I traipsed through the greenery of the woods and felt the sun burn hot on my skin. My mouth was dry and I my vision blurred momentarily. I needed food and water. I needed out of the forest. I decided then and there that I hated forests. An aroma teased my nostrils. I thought I smelled roasted meat. I was probably delirious with hunger. I shook my head as if to send the aroma away but as I walked,the aroma grew str
DragonBorn 39. I'm Not A Spy!
Katherine I traced circles around the diamond etched on the hawk's eyes as I lounged in my throne and listened to the greedy members of the my council. Such incompetent fools. They felt I needed them. I had listened to their unbearable rantings for days. My thoughts drifted to my dear dear Evanara. A smile found it's way to my lips. Stupid stupid Evanara. Thinking she could run from me. Hadn't she wondered why it had been too easy? The palace was impenetrable. In and out. Yet,they had made it through without confrontation. My smile deepened as I praised myself inwardly. Orchestrating plans and manipulating outcomes had always been my talent. She fell right into my trap. All I had to do now was wait. Elpis had made a twist in the breaking of the seal on her daughter. One she never thought could occur if Evanara stayed in Avalor. Even I could do nothing about that twist. So I would simply wait and watch her. She was a fool to think she escaped me merely by jumping into Nerad
DragonBorn 40. Who Touched You?
The few days that followed were overbearing. I cooked all morning, served the men who kept asking to bed me and seemed to revel in seeing me flush. I had little or no time to rest for after the meals, we would move further on the roads for we were out of the forests by the second day. I didn't have the liberty of riding on a horse for the General kept my hands tied to his horse. Another one of his 'precautions'. I was beginning to think of ways to murder the man. I fell on my face most of the time during the long journey everything his horse moved faster and he never turned to apologize. Being forced to move along with him for five days as he rode, I got to know a bit about the other seven that rode alongside him ahead of the army. Brontés was the closest male to Zephyros. Ever calm and collected. He hardly said a word but his obsidian eyes were ever observant and inspecting. Whenever Zephyros was absent, he commanded in his stead. Morpheus was the exact opposite of Brontés. Cha
DragonBorn 41. Hating The General
There was already a crowd around them when I got there. I pushed past them and ran to the tent I left Lykon in a few minutes ago. I froze half way there. Lykon came flying out of his tent with such brutal force he landed on the ground with a crack. My eyes darted to Zephyros who strolled out of his tent gracefully and inched towards him with such predatory focus that the hair on my skin rose. Why was he this way? Would he really? Yes. I didn't understand why but that man was going to kill Lykon. Regardless of the fact that he'd mauled me, I wasn't having any more blood on my hands. I darted forward in a sprint and closed the distance between us, taking up the space between Zephyros and Lykon. He stilled. His nostrils flared as his gaze landed on me and he cocked his head to the side. His eyes were different. The bloodlust in them made me shiver. What kind of man would kill his own over a stranger? And for what? The more I tried to understand, the more confused I became an
DragonBorn 42. The Arrogant General
I awoke to the scent of vetiver, musky wood and cinnamon. I scowled without opening my eyes. I was in his bedroll, inhaling his scent. I resisted the urge to bury my nose in the bedroll. Unlike Gawain, the man smelled like man. It was too much of an intoxication. The musk did strange things to my insides and I jumped out of the bedroll without a second thought. I looked around. It was bright. Really bright. No jar of water today, eh? I looked back at the bedroll and as usual, there was a new set of clothes there for me to wear. I ignored it. Not after what he did yesterday. I'd stay stinky if I had too. I would take nothing more from the man. Maybe if I could ask Nyx... I touched my right arm. It was perfect fine. No longer sore. My stomach rumbled harshly and I doubled over, knees suddenly feeling weak. I was so hungry. I pulled my tattered stolen boots on and trudged out of the tent, hunting for Nyx first before food. It wasn't difficult to locate her. Every ni
DragonBorn 43. Alfheim
Hours later all I could hear is the sound of cheers welcoming the warriors back home. The bastard put a blindfold on me. I couldn't even make out a thing from the black piece of cloth. I tumbled forward more than a dozen times through the entire journey with only Asterix, Zephyros's horse to guide me. He wasn't even trying! I walked for a long time before the sounds reduced. There was a small pause and then more walking until I felt the ground beneath my feet change into something smoother. Perhaps, marble? The air was warm and welcoming. It also scented like different foods and fruits. Thanks to the blindfold, nobody could see me drool. Soft music followed and rumbles of laughter bounced off walls. Yeah. We were in a building. I was tugged forwards again and I figured I wasn't tied to Asterix anymore. "Pull a little gently." I muttered. He tugged harshly and I nearly fell. Stabling myself, I cursed lightly underneath my breath. Something I seemed to be doing more often. Everyone
DragonBorn 44. Training
Dameon I could still taste his blood and fear on my tongue. It was exquisite. Inexplicable power thrummed in my veins with every Fae I'd drunk from. It was ecstasy. My euphoria. The man in me wept for the dead. A fool he was, refusing to let us be one. We shared my body and I longed to drown his constant bickering and pleas out but I found that regardless of how drunk and high I might be with Fae blood, there was no drowning him. I hated him for he was weak. I hated him for he was fair. I hated him for he was kind. I hated him for he was me. He made me hesitate before a kill. Made me want to make death swift and less painful. Made me want to forego my hunger and lust. He made me want to weep after I killed. Why should I? They were but puny things before me. The weak die. The strong live. I was strong. No Fae could equal my strength. I was the Draekien after all. The Dark Faery. I stopped being human the moment I drove a blade in the lad's heart to stop his incessant c
DragonBorn 45
I had only made a few steps before he crashed into me, toppling us over. I landed hard on my back but that was the least disturbing fact. Zephyros was on me. My chest was pressed to his, thighs tangled with his and somehow without me noticing, he held my hands above my head, trapping me there. His breath was hot on my skin and his lips grazed my cheek. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through me and I jerked. He withdrew only enough to look me in the eye. My eyes drifted from his turquoise depths to his lips. Pink. Firm. Sensuous. Full. Kissable. Mine. I blinked. Mine? Mine? What was wrong with me? I didn't want the bastard anywhere near me. I forced my eyes up to his and I could have sworn his eyes were on my lips before they darted upwards again. "You do not run from me Danae. No you." He said huskily. His words made zero sense to me but I felt the urgency in them. The shadows in his eyes cleared and he cocked his head arrogantly before lifting himself
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