The heads belonged to Orcs? No wonder they looked familiar to her. She frowned. Were the Orcs already in Nordmar? Atlas glanced at Milton and winked. “Oh, this is going to be interesting.” “You told us to do something useful,” Eude started saying while peeling a chestnut. “So we went hunting,” Hudde continued. “We knew it was a waste of time to look for a troll in this forest. And since we couldn’t find an ogre, we found an Orc camp and killed the bastards!” “An Orc camp so close to us? Are we in any danger?” asked Ayla. Hudde flashed her a smile. “No need to worry. We killed the Orcs to protect our precious princess.” “She is not yours!” Rhobart snapped. Atlas chuckled while Milton tried hard not to laugh. Rhobart glared at them before looking back at the twins. “How many?” he asked. “Apart from the three we already killed; we didn’t find more Orcs. We did search for tracks or anything else that might indicate there were more, but the camp was small, and the Orcs were only sc
How did you know I was using magic?” Ayla asked Atlas. The twins were preparing the horses for traveling while Rhobart and Milton were writing on some parchments nearby. Ghost waited on a branch close to them. Ayla and Atlas remained on the logs in front of the campfire as Ayla still felt too exhausted to do anything other than sip the tea Milton had prepared for her. Atlas folded his arms over his chest, stretched out his legs, and toyed with one of his lip piercings. “In Tuhai, when a child turns eight years old, he is taken to the Air Palace. The Royal Mages will test the child for mana, and if he is found to have it, he will be sent to the monastery to learn how to control it. On some rare occasions, a child will be found to have, umm, let’s call it a gift. That child is sent to the Academy of War and Flying. Depending on the gift, he will either learn to be a spy, a ranger, or a Flying Knight. But to become a Flying Knight, a griffin hatchling has to choose the child as his ride
It was night when Ayla woke up. Snow was falling from the dark sky, and a cold wind was sweeping the land. Furs covered Ayla, and Kerra was sleeping beside her. Magic crystals were at her feet, keeping her warm. Rhobart and the others were talking in low voices. Ayla remained under the furs, listening to them. “I don’t like this weather. Too cold,” said Rhobart. It was the first time Ayla heard him say it was cold. “A snowstorm is approaching.” Milton spoke next. “At least we are close to the Fire Clan. If we ride fast, we can reach it by tomorrow evening,” “We leave before dawn,” Rhobart decided. “I will take the first watch,” Atlas let everyone know. A moment later, Rhobart slipped under the furs behind her. Ayla tried to snuggle closer to him, wiggling her— He grabbed her hip with his right hand. “If you rub your ass against my cock one more time,” he warned her, his voice low. She stilled. He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. “Do you feel bette
One of the gates opened, and a young Fire Mage with red hair appeared from behind it. He and Milton clasped their right forearms and hugged for a few moments. “My King! The Arch-Mage Semias received your parchment, and we have been waiting for your arrival,” Zayin said as he let go of Milton and took a step back. Rhobart dismounted. “Then we will go directly to him. Milton already knows the way.” “Let’s take the horses inside. The novices in charge of the stables will take care of them,” Zayin told Rhobart. Once Kerra and the horses were inside the Monastery’s courtyard, Zayin closed the gate. Three novices came and took the horses away. Grapevines grew near the courtyard’s entrance, and two novices were pruning them. Near the stables was a training area, and novices were practicing with their staffs or casting spells under the strict supervision of Fire Mages. Milton led everyone inside the Fire Monastery. The entrance was large, with a staircase that branched into two halfway
While the Paladins and Atlas joked around, the Arch-Mage looked at Ayla with great interest. “Could you share what Sarya told you in your dreams?” Ayla told as much as she could of the dreams she had with Sarya. She left out the part with the forgotten book, the Eye of Inoss, and a few other things. When she said that Sarya called her Peace-Bringer, the Arch-Mage’s eyebrows inched up. “You are the Peace-Bringer? I had hoped that another Great War with the Orcs wouldn’t happen, but I am afraid death and destruction will start soon.” “What is a Peace-Bringer?” Eude asked. “The Peace-Bringer is a woman with great healing ability. She is the one that will heal the Avatars during the long battles with the Orcs and the one that will heal the land that has been tainted with Dark Magic. During the war, her presence will bring peace to the hearts of those fighting against the evil,” the Arch-Mage explained. Ayla hadn’t realized how important her magic was until that moment. If only there
Novices and Fire Mages sat around eight large tables in the dining hall. All kinds of meats seasoned with garlic, rosemary, mustard seeds and other spices had been prepared by the mages and novices in charge of the kitchen. Sauces, mashed potatoes, green beans and mushrooms cooked in butter were placed on big, round plates next to the meat. Decanters and pitches with wine and other beverages were within arm’s reach. Rhobart, Ayla, and Milton sat at the same table as the Arch-Mage, the twins were yet to arrive. Kerra was lying at Rhobart’s feet, chewing a bone. Word of the King of Nordmar and his n’alxa arriving at the Fire Monastery had spread like wildfire. Many stopped at the table where Ayla and Rhobart sat, wanting to congratulate the King on finally finding the future Queen of Nordmar or to meet Ayla. All the attention made Ayla feel uncomfortable. She went from the girl who had been locked in her room to the woman who, together with Rhobart, would rule Nordmar. It scared her.
Before she could ask him a second time if she could join him, he had already disappeared inside the bathroom. She huffed before falling on her back. The bed kept rocking her. Didn’t she have a plant in her messenger bag that made a person sober up quickly? She rose from the bed and went to the table, and started rummaging through her bag. First, she pulled out a root that, when turned into a powder and added to a cup of tea, made a man virile. Not that Rhobart needed it. Next was a herb that could be used as an aphrodisiac. She considered making a cup of tea for him, but he had already told her he would not touch her unless she were sober. To her frustration, she didn’t find the plant she was looking for. At least the room had stopped spinning. She was about to go back to bed when Rhobart returned to the room wearing only a pair of trousers. His hair was down, and with each step he took, his muscles flexed. He looked like a— “You are so beautiful,” she said when he stopped in front
After breakfast, Milton agreed to take Ayla to the Great Library. Rhobart retired to their room, needing to send parchments and look over reports he had received from the chief of the Warrior Clan. The Great Library was on the bottom floor, near the entrance. The doors were wide open, and Ayla and Milton walked in. Bookcases that reached the ceiling were placed around the walls, and tables with chairs were placed near them. Magic crystals floated close to the ceiling. The stone floor was covered with rugs. “Why is it called the Great Library?” Ayla asked Milton in a low tone. “Even the Royal Library from Myrthana is bigger.” “This is only the first floor.” He pointed to a staircase that led to a lower level. “There are many more floors beneath this one.” “Why is this called the first floor?” “When the Fire Monastery was first built, the Great Library was only on this floor. With time the Fire Mages started collecting more tomes, and they needed more space. They made the next f