CHARLENE. It was two nights later, and tomorrow we were splitting into two groups. At dawn, Yileyna, Hunter, and Theon would head to Naran, and I would travel forward with the rest. I was terrified of what may happen to them, but I had to remind myself that Hunter knew the Naga better than anyone and has spent his life fighting them, and Yileyna and Theon were powerful too. I gazed up at the full moon as I sat beside Yileyna and Thea. I had gotten to know Thea a little better, Hunter and Theon’s sister was lovely. Despite everything she had gone through, she had the will of fire flowing within her veins. Last night she had awoken screaming, it had taken Theon and Yileyna both to snap her out of it. She was taking it worse, not wanting Theon to leave her again, and I didn’t blame her. Hunter’s words from earlier when she wanted to go with them to Naran now returned to my mind, as another thought came to me… (Earlier that evening) "Please Theon, let me come with you, I don’t want to

YILEYNA. Four days had passed since we had ventured into the Nara Empire, the tightness of the trees and the humidity was suffocating, and worse there was no water, nothing to drink, what we carried was almost finished but we still continued. Theon was injured but still, he was far more bothered about me. Goddess, it hurt. I didn’t understand what we were, but I decided there was no point in labelling us. We had somehow become one another’s confidants… I felt like I was seeing the real Theon and it was only making me admire him. Sometimes it was hard to tell what time of day it was, and although I was tempted to summon my powers, Hunter warned me not to. I looked at the huge snakeskin that dangled from a tree, and shuddered as Hunter pushed it aside as we walked through. "Is that a Naga skin?" I asked, disgusted. Sure we had seen other snake skins, but this was the largest I had seen. "Most likely…" Hunter murmured. "We are getting closer to the other side." I could tell, the

YILEYNA. Our entry was no longer a secret. We fought the Nagas. They were relentless, powerful and violent. The worst part was that we had to be careful not to be poisoned by those fangs. The two brothers had their auras wrapped around themselves, I think it was the first time they had fought side by side, and despite the severity of the situation, they were competing against each other and seemed to be enjoying themselves. "I think that’s eight." Hunter smirked, yanking his sword from yet another dead Naga. "Nine…Oh wait, make it ten." Theon’s husky deep voice came as he decapitated another Naga. I would have said something if I wasn’t busy making sure the Nagas didn’t get too close. The Emperor’s grandson was obviously trying to kill us, yet he was still smart enough to keep his own distance and send his men after us. Ice may be my go-to power, but today I was channelling my connection to the earth. Making the roots of the trees weave through the air like tentacles, wrapping aro

YILEYNA. His words echoed ominously in the dark chambers, as his tail hit the back of my head. This time I raised my hand, creating a shard of ice, and slammed it into his tail. He let go, but it was only for a second before he was coming for me once more. I sent several shards flying at him, but he deflected them with ease. We were a blur of attacks, but he had size and strength on his side, while I had my elemental power and speed. Speed that I felt was somehow being suppressed. "No siren or wolf is welcome here." He spat. "Your dead body will be an example for all! "You’re wrong." I said coldly, as his tail wrapped around me. This time I was ready. Placing my hands on his scales, I let ice spread from my palms. He instantly realised what I was doing and dropped me, his claws ripping into my back as he sent me flying into one of the stone pillars. "Fuck." I growled, sliding to the ground as pain jarred through my back. "You bitch!" He hissed as his tail thrashed around, but it

YILEYNA. "Well, well, well… We meet again." I tried to control my anger as I stared at the man before me. I was chained to the wall, the taste of blood in my mouth almost making me sick. Once again, I was in the cells of the castle of Westerfell. "Inevitably we were going to." I spat, looking at none other than the monster Theoden himself. I had been dragged back here several days ago, and every day they tried to break me or demand to know who was with me out there. Arabella was no werewolf, and she had not smelt Theon from me, but even when I had been beaten, I refused to speak. They could whip me and beat me, but nothing could break me, or so I thought. That was until they stooped lower and threatened to kill children from the Silver Storm. I knew they would follow through on their threat, so I said it was Hunter and one of his men, because I had a feeling Arabella had seen Hunter, since he had been stabbed. It was safer to give them a partial truth than a complete lie. They h