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The Stolen Relic Chapter 1
Clarissa POV Clarissa picked up her stride, grabbing her faded cloth skirt in a white knuckle grasp. The sun dipped behind the trees, and the shadows grew long along the dirt path she walked. This path, through the dusky woods, held untold dangers after dark. Nightfall was swiftly encroaching. Silently, she cursed the traveling salesman, who had such beautiful dresses and jewelry for sale. She had stayed behind when her friends headed home, so she could dream of the day that a farmer’s daughter like her could afford such luxury. The salesman had been all too happy to allow her to showcase his wares. Maybe it had something to do with the joy it brought her. He did say she had a beautiful smile. And
The Stolen Relic Chapter 2
Stefan Stefan knew that most people were intimidated by him. Before coming to this town, he thought it had to do with his royal position. But having arrived unannounced and underdressed, he quickly learned that there was more to it among many other lessons. Maybe it was because he was taller than most men. Or it was his eyes. Stefan’s mom had always beamed about the warmth and kindness his almond amber eyes reflected. But when he looked at his loyal men, he knew they saw the fierce gleam of the horrors that he had defeated in war and on quests. While he always combed his hair in the morning, he allowed fate to be his stylist the rest of the day. He didn’t care, and he didn’t have the time. His honey skin tone was common where he came from,
The Stolen Relic Chapter 3
Clarissa’s Clarissa glared at the offensive man, who called himself a hero! He had even mocked her with that bow, knowing she was of lower status. Why did this man have to be so… so… uggh! When he stepped closer to her, the heat of his body radiated into her skin. The feel of his calm, seasoned warmth had promised the delights of an experienced lover. She did not quite understand what that entailed, but she was not ready for her own body’s reaction to it. His eyes sparkled knowingly, and THAT frustrated her. He was two feet taller than her. Tight muscles covered his lean body, hidden only slightly by the loose clothing. His short brown hair was even messier than usual. The skin on his face spoke of royalty and comforts she had never known.
The Stolen Relic Chapter 4
Clarissa Clarissa’s mother normally kept their home spotless and excellently cared for. But it wasn’t right now. Smashed furniture, broken wood, and trash blocked the front door. A couple of flickering candles lit the main stairway. But the house was bizarrely dark. Most of the usually lit candles were knocked over. Clarissa carefully stepped over the debris as she entered the house behind Stefan. She gasped as her heart sped up in her chest. Her wide eyes took in the wanton destruction. Stefan was stealthily headed up the stairs. She followed him tentatively, unsure if she wanted to see what was there. What had happened here? Mom and Dad had been here during this? A sinking feeling pressed its way into he
The Stolen Relic Chapter 5
Stefan Stefan broke records in his flight up the stairs. But as he turned to look into the room he left Clarissa in, she aimed a beam of life energy at the accursed werecat. Why were there werecats this far west? He was amazed at her power in devouring the cat with her life energy. It looked like it was on fire, but the light was bright and flawless white. Ashes flew away, glittering like metal. He saw the second cat as it approached her. He rushed to help her. But by the time Stefan entered the room, it was no longer alive. Stefan quickly took in his surroundings. She missed an enemy. Stefan stepped in the way of the last cat, as Clarissa fell on the floo
The Stolen Relic Chapter 6
Clarissa She blinked and looked around her mother’s bedroom. How did she end up here? What was going on? Her memory was in fragments. She remembered the blood and imminent danger. She sat on the edge of the bed before pushing herself to her feet. They were bare, which did not make any sense. She saw that she was wearing her favorite cotton nightgown when she looked down. It didn’t seem real. In the hall, she stumbled forward as a flashback of blood on the wall blinded her. She reached for that same wall, but there was no blood. Was it just a dream? She stepped into her room, and a flood of memories caused her to stagger to her knees. But there was no evidence of the horror she remembered. Maybe it was just a dream. Everyone was alright.
The Stolen Relic Chapter 7
Stefan Stefan spoke with Clarissa, comforting her. He understood how hard it could be to lose a loved one. When he reported deaths to his soldier’s families, the wails could be heard miles away. Reporting the deaths was technically his subordinate's job, but he felt duty bound to these families. The pain he witnessed and the sorrow that filled him as commanding officer was nothing compared to what it was like being a friend. It wasn’t something he was familiar with. He wasn’t sure if he was helping. But soon, she lay back to go to sleep. Her eyes drifted close slowly and he ran a gentle thumb over her soft cheek. She looked peaceful as he shut the bedroom door and headed back downstairs.
The Stolen Relic Chapter 8
Clarissa When Clarissa woke in the morning, she felt much stronger than she had the day before. She could not rescue her mother if she were lying in bed, right? She stood up and looked out the window. The sun was starting to wink at her from beyond the mountains. She got up and went to the bathroom, where she cleaned up and readied for the day. She dressed in a simple brown cotton dress- her best traveling attire. As soon as she left the bathroom, she headed to the front door. She was determined to get her mom back and she would have to start in town. She could find some supplies and maybe a party to travel with there. Perhaps she could arrange a hunting party to find the rogue werecats and bring them to justice. As her hand landed
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