"This is going to be a long night…" Luntian said to herself as she looked around. She prepared herself for battle. The sun had set and only the moon’s ray illuminated the vast forest. “I know.” Calleb answered as he fought along with Accashia. The young lady was using the sword a bit more efficiently now. Remembering the short amount of training she did with Calleb, Accashia began to focus, watching every movement in front of her. A blast of wind from Luntian’s direction and more Shadows were being destroyed by the second. But with every Shadow that falls, two come forth to take its place. The leaves on the trees shook and the trunk rattled when bones of the Shadows crashed against it. “Tell me the name of your maker… or die.” Calleb warned. The creatures did not answer, only letting out loud snarls and growls. "Then you all die!" He screamed and lashed out at the monster. Another sleepless night for the three of them as the battle continued on. ============ The Dirt hit Accash
A part of Accashia was saying that the idea was insane. To go alone to the Castle and to check it up close. She looked around, and saw that Calleb and Luntian were still deep in their slumber. She was woken up by a dream. An odd dream. And it ignited a fire within her that was sleeping all along. Courage. And so, with a deep breath, she pushed herself up. She only grabbed what she needed. Food and a bit of water. She took the black blade as well, and silently threaded towards the forest until she reached the castle. With the sun slowly descending —the trees and the grass and the pathway gradually was getting darker and darker. The sun’s rays from the thick forest were losing its light and the moon barely illuminated the place. And by the time Accashia reached the castle, she could hardly see. If it wasn’t for the torch that lights up the front of the Castle, she would barely see a thing. The torch helped her, but was only able to light up portions of the dark Castle. “How odd.” She
“Accashia.” The woman sobbed. “My daughter.” Accashia knows that her mother is dead. A month had passed since then, and yet here she was, sitting in front of her. Alive and breathing. It was such a strange thing. And Accashia knows that this was all a lie. Deceptive. A snake in Eden. An illusion. Lies. And yet, there’s a warmth that fizzles on her heart when she sees her mother, Ember. She knows it’s not true. She knows her mother is dead. She senses it in the wild, wild soul. It’s a trap. The soul was erratic, and it was stained, for it was no longer in a beautiful shade of light blue or white. She thinks of this as nothing more than the most irrational thing. Perhaps it is, this is, most of all, that makes it so painfully easy to suspend belief. The belief that her mother is truly gone, for there she really was. But there are times when Accashia wished that it was not true. Accashia’s lips trembled and the long sword slipped from her fingers. “Mother…” She whispered. “Mama.” Aga
The young lady trailed back to the hollow cave where she left Calleb and Luntian while they were asleep. The sun was slowly rising, and the dawn of a new day shines upon her once more. And yet, the warmth of the sun polars her cold, cold heart. Her shoulders were slumped as she walked, dragging her feet with every step that she took. Her eyes were cast down and her ginger hair was disheveled. She counted in her head, trying to calm herself, trying to recollect what had happened to her the whole night that was more like a nightmare. The only thing is, she was wide awake and it indeed happened. Her precious mother soul was imprisoned by a maniacal Witch. And the price — the exchange for the soul’s freedom is beyond her imagination. Calleb’s death. Her breathing was labored from the fatigue of fighting from the emotional and physical battle. Every step that she took felt like she was walking on quicksand. By the time that she saw the cave, she noticed that Luntian and Calleb were stil
They’re holding hands as they walk on the side of the sparkling river. It's 7:15 in the evening and the moon and the stars in the night sky render beautiful sparks against the river. The calm and clear water of the river, the riverbed of beautiful and smooth rocks, and a small shade under the a humongous eklitel tree. Everything that is within the line of sight can be described as beautiful. By the time Accashia had woken up, the young lady acted as if nothing happened. She dismissed everything by saying that all of it was a nightmare, and she was sleepwalking. For a part of her couldn’t tell Calleb the truth. “Are you sure that you don’t want to tell me?” Calleb asked as both of them stared at the river. Accashia simply hummed and said, “Yes.” And then both of them chose to remain silent. The two of them chose to fall in love with their surroundings instead. The original plan for tonight was for the two of them to strengthen their bond. But the plan was thrown off, but Calleb didn
The two of them were staring at each other’s eyes as Luntian called for the Spirit of the Phoenix to summon the Cave. It was time. And Accashia knew what had to be done during the half moon. They needed to copulate, strengthen the bond. And as the moon shined down on Calleb’s long silver hair turned black, slowly as the beast inside him was put to sleep. The Cave appeared when the Phoenix flapped its wings around, the ground shaking as the Cave closed in on them, turning the surrounding dark. They took off their clothes, the garments falling on the ground one by one. Even against the dark, Accashia could feel Calleb’s intense gaze on her bare body. “Do you trust me?” He said. And the young lady nodded her head and said, “Yes.” And yet, in her heart, agreeing to lay with Calleb that night gave her immense discomfort and pain. It was painful. And Accashia had to bite her lip to hold back any sounds that might betray her, her eyes squeezed shut as Calleb pulled her close and kissed he
The shift. He’d been expecting it, but still Calleb’s stomach twisted and his head clouded, vision gray, for a moment. The shift from his wolf sleeping then waking up from its slumber left the unnatural feeling of something crawling on his inside. As if something was clawing him from the inside out. If he had been standing, the brief moment of instability would have toppled him over. He was hiding behind one of the humongous Eklitel trees in the Eastern Forest. He was used to suffering alone, which is why when a shadow appeared in front of him, Calleb pulled himself together and warned, “Don’t come any closer!” He was obviously pissed. The young man ‘s back was leaning against the tree, beads of sweat in his forehead and his breathing was labored. Luntian highly doubted that he could do her any harm, but still… “Calleb, calm down.” “I am calm!” He screamed, completely opposite of the words that came out of his mouth. “I hate it when you tell me to calm down — because I am fucking c
Calleb curses his mate as he stares into Accashia’s grayish blue eyes. He begins to take a step closer to her. He balled his fist so hard that the sharp nails dig into his palm, blood dripping down from his fist. He’s too angry to feel the pain — to feel how much it hurts. He’s too upset to even notice anything more than the irritation and emotional hurt twisting at his heart. After the confession he made the other night, in Accashia’s eyes, he had always been a murderer. A killer and a bastard. “You wish you had never met me?” Calleb knows this already, knows it as a fact. But it still pains him, for the feelings that were building up inside him were real. The love he felt for Accashia, the adoration and the faith. He had hoped. He tried. He really did. And the young man sighed, not knowing what else to do with the surging of emotions inside of him. “Huh…” He wondered to himself as he shook his head. He could feel Accashia’s eyes on him. Her stare was laced with regret. “Calleb. I