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The thunderous sounds of marching enemies caused Elena and Calhoun to leap from where they sat, straight to the war field. The blood warriors were already alert, poised for attack for the incoming guests. Suddenly, the visitors stopped. A cloud of dust surrounded them, making it impossible for Elena's side to view who they were. Both teams stood there, waiting for who would take the first action. Elena and Calhoun stood at the forefront of their men, acting as their leaders. With Aaron by her side, Elion stood somewhere amid the heavily built soldiers, the Balaksa ready for action just at the snap of her fingers. They had not adequately prepared for the next war, but they all stood boldly, ready to face the next obstacle before them. Slowly, the cloud of dust surrounding their guests began to recede, and finally, the giant flag that represented them could be boldly seen. It was impossible, Elena thought, her mind in shock. She recognized the flag. She was ver
"You mentioned that I have always been the center of your visions," Elena asked Wazir. Two days had passed since his arrival, and he had gotten relatively acquainted with the blood warriors. Daruki and his daughter Svetlana preferred to be in their comfort zone than relate with anyone they didn't know. Except when they were outlining the moves for the war, they were not seen roaming around the camp like Wazir. There was tension in the air that was not barely felt when they ended the first war. They were all expecting something big, something very immense. They knew subconsciously that the next fight would be the greatest they had ever fought in their history, and it would determine the fate of all the kingdoms in the world. No Allikan had been sighted for a while. They disappeared, and it was like they were never there in the first place. It was unnerving, making them all be on edge. Wazir looked up at his niece as she sat on the chair next to his bed. He and his warriors ha
Standing at the opposite end of the field as he led his soldiers with Svetlana and Daruki by his side, Wazir felt his world crumble as he saw his father. He should have expected it. He should have thought of it. It had been bothering him on why the Alliance hadn’t attacked for a month; it turned out that they were using the opportunity to raze another kingdom to the ground.He recognized that dead empty look in his father’s eyes. The king of Pres once sported that look, that is, till the spell over him began to wear off. He looked at the man who spoke for the Alliance, wishing he could tear his face from his head. Slovic, he would never forget that name. Wazir wondered if he was the one who had cast a spell on him if then all he had to do was kill him to free his father from his clutches. But just as he continued looking at his father, he began to notice the strange figures that rose behind them.Elena could see the people who didn’t put on the white garb of the Allikans stand
Elena's world shattered into pieces. Everything she had ever believed, everything that she had thought was true, her whole world was built on lies."Oh, I see that my story touched you. That's good. Well it's too bad though, I'll not be able to hear your take on it. You have to die."Elena lay there, not aware of her surroundings anymore. Even after Slovic struck her, causing her to fly several meters away, she still didn't care. Her whole world had just been turned upside down. She landed with a heavy thud against the corpses of soldiers who had been killed. Something in her must-have ruptured because she started choking out blood. Her head was bleeding, the blood flowing to her face and blocking her eyesight. She tried getting up, but she couldn't move her limbs. She planted her elbows steady on the ground, trying to balance herself, yet they gave out, causing her to lie back down. Slovic appeared before her, tsking. "You are not as strong as I thought you were." He said
Silence and dread permeated the air. A reddish black smoke rose from the air to the darkened sky, and everyone's view was on it. Elena paused her strike on Slovic to look up at the sky. Calhoun was already facing the encounter with a deep scowl on his face. "What is going on here?" the shrill voice questioned. "Why am I seeing more people than expected?" The smoky cloud surrounding the voice's owner dissipated to reveal Firoza in a black armour gown, her flowing black hair kept loose. She looked around the battlefield with an evil smile, beaming at the soldiers."Not what I had been expecting." Slowly, she made her descent to the ground, several feet from where Elena, Calhoun, and Slovic were. The latter, who was almost unconscious, but was still smiling, called out in a frail voice."Niece, you are finally around. What took you so long?" Firoza turned around to face him and smiled once she saw Calhoun. "Calhoun!" she called out, her expression changing imm
"No!" Elena exclaimed, collapsing on her knees next to her father. With shaking hands, she tried to stop his bleeding. It proved futile as his blood gushed out the more. Her father groaned, every part of his body in severe pain. He looked at his daughter—the daughter he had wronged for years. She had become a woman now, and she was beautiful, just like her mom. However, she carried the majority of her attributes from her maternal grandmother. She was crying over him, and he wanted nothing but to wipe her tears away. She shouldn't worry about him. She was never at fault; he was. He could finally meet his love and tell her about their daughter. He wished he could have spent more time with her. Fate had other plans, it seemed. It was better for him that he died at her hand. He didn't think he would be able to survive if he killed his daughter. He had lost so much already, all for his greed for power. "Don't die," he heard her whisper repeatedly. He wished he could honour her wi
She slammed into Slovic hard, sending him flying several feet away, but she didn't cease in her assault. She was adamant about putting an end to him. His blood, his death, was the only thing that drew her attention. Firoza, she assumed, would attack her if she began to beat up her ally. On the other hand, the woman merely stayed standing, her head cocked. Her face had a thoughtful expression on it.Calhoun stood behind her, ready to intervene if she had any thoughts of retaliating against them. He was anxious about his wife, but he noticed that she had a resolute expression on her face. She wouldn't stop until Slovic was dealt with. She had no choice except to kill him herself.She needed to demonstrate her worth.Calhoun was aware of the situation. He knew that ending Slovic would be a minor inconvenience for him. In reality, he was tempted to do so because of the man's previous treatment of his wife. But he kept his cool and let his wife handle things.Slovic was perpl
The war field was engulfed in silence. Then the screaming began. All the people who had their sense of control ripped from them fell to the ground, holding their heads in their hands and screaming their lungs out. It was like a repeat of what had happened in the kingdom of Pres, Wazir thought. Whoever had been controlling them had been killed, and from the look of things, the person had to be Slovic, the huge monster. Wazir wished to be closer to the main battle, but he knew that he was safer inside the barrier. The people there needed someone they could look up to as their main leaders fought. He looked towards the main fighting ground again and hoped that his niece was fine.Elena was panting heavily after killing the monster. The naked body of the man who she had just killed lay on the bloodied ground, his face still in shock even after death. Slowly, Elena rose from the ground as her husband rushed to support her."Are you alright?" he asked, his face drenched