October 1, 1345.Typim's Valley,Outskirts of Lliw, Myknos.Princess Alyn Midika TuttonAlyn sat on the ash covered floor of Typim's valley not caring that she was staining her expensive woollen cloak. She stared blankly at the knights moving all around her; they were still rattled because of the events that just transpired at Stormhold.As she remembered nearly dying, she was instantly transported back to Stormhold. The sounds of people screaming as they either were stabbed or burnt to death. Men and women alike scrambled past, running for their lives. She remembered being dragged by guards dressed in black and gold armor bearing the insignia of Shiv'ra. If she had any doubts of Khasi's words at the prison, they were finally erased as she saw the men. They barged into her room and dragged her to the throne room, stabbing innocent servants and guards as they shuffled past. Sounds of battle could be heard as the Knights tried to protect the once peaceful town of Rothwell. No one had

October 2, 1345.The Wailing Wench,The city of Dromnerty, The Harbour town of Myknos.Lady Odeya Katarina Black"Mother?" Odeya asked in shock, still trying to process the scene in front of her.She had expected...well expected something less fancy or comfortable. Here was the mother she thought had been in mortal danger alive and looking better than ever."Are you unwell dear?" Her mother asked getting up. She was also a tall lady, nearly her daughter's height, with a slim build. Her long curly black hair that reached her bottom shone from a good amount of oils and brushing. The daisy scent that always surrounded her mother hung in the air filling Odeya with a sense of nostalgia. She had missed her mother, there was no doubt about that but seeing her so well dressed and happy sent a pang of hurt into her gut.'Didn't she want me? Why didn't she look for me?' Odeya's thought, her heart breaking a little more with each question."You look rather pale." She fussed, "Haven't you been

I decided to add his own POV since he is also a major character aaanndd...I love reading the POV of the villains.It just adds this...how do I put it now...um okay I got it.Pizzazz!October 10, 1345The Western mountains,Border between Imras and Myknos.Lord Felfar BlackHe stared at the messenger, from Domnerty, quivering in his boots as he relays the message he was sent to deliver. One could tell he didn't come bearing good news from the way he stuttered."The...young Lady Black and the Mistress...eeeeescaped...My Lord. Captain Roman sends his regrets." The young man said, his voice a little over a whisper.Whether it was his irritation at the lads fear or his anger at his incompetent soldiers, he didn't know but all he could tell was that a great conflagration ignited in his chest and in seconds, it had consumed his whole body. With blind rage, he threw the wine cup he had been holding, spilling wine all over the cave floor. The lad whined like a wounded horse and that was when

October 15, 1345.St. Martin's Fort,The high town of Leithill,Border Town between Myknos and Imras.Princess Alyn Midika TuttonAs Alyn stared out over the balcony of her room in St. Martin's Fort to the Knights Pass that linked Myknos and Imras, a replay of the events of the past two weeks ran through her head. Their travels had not been smooth as was expected. They had encountered a few bandits and lost quite a number of good men and those that didn't die in the battle field eventually succumbed to the fever.They weren't lucky to have an experienced healer with them so Alyn and a few of the women who could stomach the sight of blood worked tirelessly to save their lives. Luckily, Higuain survived yet another injury and she was rather glad he had made it all the way to Leithill with her as Lord Rickard d'Estaing, the Earl of Leithill, turned out to be an impossible obstacle to their plans.They had warned him of the threat brewing outside their walls and she could still remember

15 October, 1345.Stormhold Castle,The walled city of Rothwell,Capital of Myknos.Prince Nicolas Alexander Tutton"Took you long enough." He mused, "Now let's move. My sister's guards will be upon us soon.""Yes. Lets." He said hurriedly, suddenly eager to get out of this cell before that became a reality.He tried to stand but staggered back to the floor groaning at the pain and cursing at his weakness. He hadn't used his legs in so long and his muscles protested as he tried to stand again. His vision doubled and he had to fight the urge to vomit. What Khasi had been giving him, he wondered because even when he had been down with the fever, he had never felt this helpless. His joint creaked as he moved, his head spun and he had this odd feeling in his chest like someone was squeezing his lungs.Khalid rushed at him and caught him before he landed on the floor, cursing all the while. He help Nicolas to the ground as gently as he could then handed him the wine skin to drink from.He