Stefan’s POV
After discovering where the stranger took Clarissa, Stefan forced his horse into a full-speed gallop the entire way and made it to the Olc monastery outskirts before the sun went down that day. As he entered town, the sun was setting.
He slid adeptly from his horse in the center of the crowded huts outside the gates. If there were that many people living outside the walls, he could imagine how populated it was inside the gates.
How long would it take to find Clarissa? He had to decide where to start looking for her. If she was still here, she could be outside the gates.
Looking around, he quickly determined how unlikely that was. Outside, all the buildings were domestic mud huts. Not likely to house an adventurer
Clarissa Clarissa and Blake entered the dining room through gigantic oak doors as Blake explained the Old King’s side of the great war. There were always two sides to a story, and the losing side was rarely shared. The dining room was a large ballroom half-filled with mahogany chairs and tables, while the other half was open floor space. Black table covers were set with red plates and silverware. Red wine filled crystal glasses. The walls were bare except for white candles on little golden plates extending from the wall. Except, one wall had a large exceptionally-made curtain of what looked like satin hung over it. She wondered what it was hiding. A band of musicians played
Blake At first, Blake was surprised how open Righ was with him because Blake had not sworn an oath of fealty. But the king was living in exile, which meant that his conversation partners were limited. If Blake were in Righ’s shoes, he would be grateful to have someone to talk to who wasn’t magically bound to him. It was most likely why Righ did not force him into an oath in the first place. What would Blake do about any of the information Righ shared anyway? He was a neutral party. He served the king as long as it served him. Yet Blake did not want to be an enemy of the king. He had no doubt the Olc Order would clear him of the celestial curse and soon. A freed King Righ would be a nightmare of an enemy. But he already proved
Clarissa Clarissa stared in shock at the giant mirror. The visage before her was like nothing she had ever seen before. His skin was bright red with black spots. Horns spiraled up from his forehead. Sharp canines poked out from below his top lip as he smiled at them. His spotted brown hair was wild and unkempt. It reminded her of a mane. He looked powerful and giant as he hovered over them. If Blake had not been there, she would have screamed. But when she looked into Righ’s eyes, what she found there comforted her. He was capable of love, for she saw its loss within. The terror of haunting nightmares and the horror he overcame resonated through them. Despite all of that, there was hope in the darkness and an undeniable slive
Righ Righ threw his arms up in celebration as the pearl grew black again. When Blake said he had Clarissa with him, Righ had to see for himself. And he was not disappointed. The relic was on his way to him, and it would not be long until he was reunited with what mattered most. He felt so excited and alive. A long time ago, he forgot what this felt like. Righ rang a bell that sat by the side of his throne, and a busty woman with long black hair came rushing into the room. She wore red leather armor that left her arms and legs bare. She carried a whip, and her thin pointed tail whipped curiously behind her. “Master? How may I help you?” He smiled at her an
Clarissa The food was Scrumptious, and the wine delicious. The monks ate quietly with an occasional low murmur to someone sitting around them. They spoke about what they learned or did that day. It didn’t make much sense to Clarissa. “So, how come I am the only lady here tonight?” Clarissa asked. Blake shrugged. “The nuns eat elsewhere. You are a special guest.” Clarissa took a sip from her second glass of wine. The night was moving fast and time seemed to dance around her. She felt good. The wine helped to improve her mood. But it muddled her
Clarissa Clarissa held onto Blake’s arm tightly. She was so glad that he was here for the first time that she drank. Because she did not think that she could walk straight if she did not have him to lean on. He was heading somewhere, and she was sure he told her where more than once. But she could not remember. Being drunk was kind of confusing. However, the sensation was really fun! He was talking to her now. But her head swam, and she was having trouble focusing on his words. He was cute though, maybe she should try to focus on him. “When we go in here, don’t speak. I will talk for you.”
Stefan It was dark in the city, and the streets were mostly abandoned as Stefan headed to the nearest guard post. One of the guards played solitaire while his partner napped in the corner. Stefan smiled wryly. No wonder the city was so overrun with crime. He cleared his throat to get their attention. The sleeping guard snored loudly in response while the one playing cards glanced up at him irritatedly. “What is it?” He grumbled. Stefan kept his temper in check as he grimaced at the rude man. “Let the monks know I am here so that I might meet with them.” He commanded. The guard
Blake After leaving the advisors’ private library, Blake took Clarissa to his room. He needed his alchemy chest to create something to help Clarissa through the situation she put herself in. If she wasn’t careful in a place like this, she could lose her will. He didn’t want to see her become a mindless zombie for the glory of Righ. He held his arm around her shoulder until the door was safely shut. Then, he sat her on the bed and patted her head. “I’m not a dog.” She said. “I know. I just wanted to show you affection.” Blake smiled warmly at her. “You could show me something else.” She was still slurring her words. S