ALANNA         "Alanna" I flinch, looking around to see who had called my name but I'm met with complete darkness. There's no one here apart from me and this makes me worried. I have absolutely no idea where I am. I take a step further into the darkness, my heart thudding madly. I need to get out of here and I need to do it quickly. "Alanna" the mysterious voice calls me again and I tighten my hands into fists, frustrated. "Who are you?! Show yourself!" I yell and the darkness fades away, revealing a lone figure standing a few metres away. He's wearing a long black cloak and every other cloth he's wearing is colored black. The hood of his cloak covers most of his face and as he starts to make his way towards me, I notice his long black hair that looks exactly like my husband's. I frown, watching him closely. He suddenly halts and

HERA      Humming under my breath, I take my time to water the emerald gold flowers in the coven room. They are ordinarily called the peace and well being flowers and they're the ones partly responsible for keeping war away from our kingdom for quite a long time now. I halt at the presence of prince Talon's aura approaching the coven room. Few minutes later, he knocks on the door and I open it up with a snap of my fingers. He gives me a polite smile and walks up to me. I can tell by reading his energy, that he's deeply troubled about something but he's doing a good job at covering whatever it is with several layers."Good day, Hera" he greets and I give him a smile."Good day, young prince" I say and he looks around the coven room."The peace flowers don't look as healthy as they looked before" he comments and I sigh."It appears so""You know what this means, right?" He says and I

ZERON      Alanna is hiding something from me and I don't know what it is, but I'm certain that she has decided to keep it to herself. Maybe it's because of the way I'd reacted when I'd found out that she knew about Lochan sharing my life force with me. I'm trying not to get upset about the fact that she doesn't trust me enough to confide in me but I'm failing miserably. I can only hide the hurt and frustration I feel with a blank face, with the hope that Alanna won't see right through it. Who am I kidding?I'm a hypocrite. I've been hiding things from her too.I just hope she doesn't do anything stupid."Zeron?" I blink and turn away from the window of my chamber."Are you alright?" Talon asks but I don't respond. "You know, all you have to do is respond" He huffs and I walk away from him and sit down on the couch. "Is there something you want to talk to me about?" I ask and he sighs."

ALANNA       Azeroth generally looks like a large swamp with overgrown mangroves. This place is very creepy and even the slightest sound is enough to send shivers down my spine."Are we really in the right plane? This place looks like a  swamp to me" Azalea says as she draws out her sword."We don't know what to expect around here, so we have to be careful" I say as I unsheathe Zeron's sword. It is a bronze colored sword with a jeweled silver handle. I've only seen him with the sword a few times and I'd taken it with me in case I needed to defend myself. "Come on, let's get going" Azalea says and I frown."How do we know where the seal is, exactly? We just can't go walking around until nightfall" I say and Azalea smiles."You don't have to worry about that" "What do you mean? Do you have a map with you or something" I ask and she takes out a piece of paper from her bag. Then she unfolds

ALANNA         The tiger gem begins to glow brightly, the palm of my hand barely containing it's radiant light. "How do we use this?" I ask Azalea who quietly takes out a knife. "Here, the tiger gem can only be activated by non-magic users. Your blood just needs to make contact with the gem" she replies, maintaining eye contact with me. "Okay" I breathe and quickly make a cut on my palm. As soon as it begins to bleed, I tighten my injured hand into a fist, positioning it directly above the gem. The gem begins to glow even  brighter as soon as my blood makes contact with it. Then, all of a sudden, the whole place begins to turn grey, then white. Finally, we find ourselves standing in a field of Jasmine flowers. Standing few metres away is a very old man with wrinkles on his face and a bald head. Judging from the cloak he's wearing, he must be Azeroth's guardian. He has a grim look on his face and he