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THE ROOT OF BITTERNESS
Williams oversaw the kingdom’s armed forces to defeat the neighbouring kingdom to show that he was a competent and tactful military commander. The situation was changed and he gained the newcomers’ respect and admiration not only from the nobles, but also from the ordinary people as well. Arn, in this novel for the first time Williams no longer follows the path that Arthur had paved for him instead he is finally accredited as the king’s son, a powerful warrior and a strong leader. The palace that Williams returned to was not a joyous one at all. It was all somewhat formal, and even the servants moved and talked quietly. This did not take him very long to know that King Frederic had contracted a severe illness as soon as the king was away. They pulled the news on Williams and it affected him. Their relationship fluctuated, but there was a loving relationship between the father and the son, so it was very hard to see his father so sick. The death of King Frederic made a gloom of the royal palace. The strong and charismatic king that was once alive finding himself helplessly confined to bed hence creating the future of the kingdom not very clear. Arthur was not well physically after the unexplained illness, and he could not rise and lead the kingdom, which is why Williams became a regent. Williams being new in his positions began to think of the future of the kingdom as well as his own position in the Kingdom. The victory he gets in the battle is very real, but the uncertainty of father’s health and the instability of the royal family is even more real. He was stressed specifically with the relationship between him and Arthur, the unsolved feelings regarding the death of Diana, and the undercurrents of a political court. Responding to tradition, Williams thought to have a victory dinner which means a recent military triumph. It was a ceremony that ought to have been presided over by King Frederic but since the king was ill, the role was picked up by Williams. It was finally to be a royal dinner with all the royalties and most important members of the court in attendance. But the real idea with which Williams convened this assembly was quite different, and he didn’t share it with anyone. When the preparations for the dinner were being arranged, Williams did not show any wraths though inside him, he must have been boiling. He invited all the royals including Arthur and Diana and all the noble and influential persons of the kingdom and the court. People were waiting for the victory of Williams and at the same time, people wanted to see the relationships within the royal family during such time. The banners and decorations were set up in the grand hall for the dinner on the day and, thus, the palace was completely different from happy and festive as it was before the mourning. They came to the palace as royals, as polished as they could be on the outside, while on the inside they all had their fears and doubts. When they were all seated, tension rises as King Frederic is not present and Williams also gives off a mysterious air about him. Williams was at the head of the table readying himself with his goblet to make his opening speech for the evening. He gave a moving speech on the recent win and thanked all the soldiers and nobles who contributed to the campaign. But there was a differentiated undertone to what he said; there was more to the story than simply getting a party going to salute success. With a certain pause and deliberation, Williams put down the goblet and scanned the company with a particular eye on each one of the dinner guests. “Tonight we triumph not only against adversaries but also for the future of the kingdom,” he said confidently. ”A future which needs to be won not by force of arms but by the force of right.” His speech left the room in a pin-drop silence, as the seriousness of what he has said set in. Williams’ look shifted from Arthur, and then at Diana, and lingered at Henry, the confidant of the king. There was an electric tension; there was no need to ask questions, it was as if an answer was expected. Williams went on; his tone still measured but assertive, “There are things that need to be settled, things that have remained unsaid for a long time.” Tonight, we do not come together as only a braw royal family, but as members of this kingdom’s administration. As such, there is a need to establish the current facts and realizations, and make appropriate choices.
By Goodie_ola 2 years ago in Fiction
THE ROOT OF BITTERNESS
It has been two years since the main action with Diana and during this time the kingdom only increased its territories with the help of the military genius of Arthur. His victories were followed by great demonstration, and people treated him like a hero. However, inside the royal palace life was dramatic and divided. The consequences of Arthur’s decisions were sore traces left for those he affected most, particularly Diana, who had become a recluse and was enshrouded by the affection by immediate family members excluding Arthur. Arthur had become utterly rude and almost abusive towards Diana. He said very few things to her, and the remainder of the things he said were said through clenched teeth and with hatred. Despite all the successes in the battle, his anger appeared to grow more and more, and he tried to make any noble young man, who paid her attention, look like a fool to her. These Diana’s looks and status humiliated her to the pale silhouette of pre-cellulite beauty which she bore silently with humiliation as she found solace in the company of her brothers, especially Williams. Still, Williams who was extremely furious at Arthur, had not lost his temper or cabin fever. He dealt with his brother civilly, but with measured content, thus never giving away what he detested with his kin. He had remained a pawn in Diana’s life but had suffered for her, and seen her situation better than most people. He hid his internal strife well, seeing Arthur get promotions in their father’s eyes day by day. King Frederic who failed to notice or pretend not to notice the tension within the family, proceeded to celebrate Arthur’s triumphs. Similarly, the court did appear oblivious of conducting tension from destabilizing the kingdom, while concentrating on the wealth of the kingdom. However, as far as the underlying structure of the relationships was concerned, the family was wrecked and the ties that bound them were thin and shaky, stretched out in the name of responsibility and facade. One evening, the court as usual assembled to enjoy the victory that has slain yet another man at the hands of Arthur and the air was tensed. The nobles were in the grand hall along with the sound of clinking of their goblets and low voices whispering all over the place. Arthur sat at the head of the table this time round confidently drinking in the admiration of the court. Williams sat beside him, completing apathetic not to look and Diana, placed at the end of the table, simply erased from everyone’s consciousness. Later on, one of the most influential lords rose for a toast as well. He greed Arthur’s bravery and his performance into the battle stating that he was the best knight in the whole kingdom. Any nobleman would be pleased to have such an elegant and beautiful woman as Diana, he said, through a veiled reference. The comment was harmless but Arthur did not waste time to respond. His face contorted and he glared at Diana then at Williams – the man’s eyes locked with Williams, whose response was neutral. It was at this point that the improving British position was suddenly spoiled when Arthur suddenly slumped forward in his chair,-white faced. Thus, when he grabs his chest and struggles to breathe, the low murmur in the hall rises to concern. Some of them immediately moved forward and the court physician was summoned. People realized that Arthur has a rather severe illness, and an unknown ailment has caused him to become emaciated and almost comatose. Thus while Arthur was being borne away, King Frederic looked anxious; his attention was soon claimed by the pressing questions of the kingdom’s welfare. A new villain emerged on the horizon: a neighboring kingdom has started preparing for a war, to seize the opportunity of internal conflict in the kingdom. Since Arthur was not able to lead the army then there was need to identify who was going to lead the army. This was a moment that destiny decided to interpose into the lives of the royal family, and turning to Williams, King Frederic said. “You have to command our troops, Williams.” He said it like the words had a decision sitting on them. >‘Without Arthur who can lead the armies to fight Gamorrian invaders the kingdom needs a strong figure to deal with this threat’. Williams who was overwhelmed by the promotion looked at the fragile brother he had. Although, coming out from the big brother’s shadow was becoming a burden and at the same time a great chance. Looking at his father he felt relaxation, anger, and determination all at the same time.
By Goodie_ola 2 years ago in Fiction
THE APOCALYPSE.. AI-Generated.
The SUV was like a pinball, tossed around by the relentless onslaught. Glass shattered, metal groaned, and the world spun. Anya and Sarah were thrown around inside, their bodies bruised and aching. Ben clung to the steering wheel, fighting to maintain control. Alex, his face set in grim determination, fired back with their limited ammunition. Each shot was a desperate move, defying the overwhelming odds. But the alien craft was impervious to their meager weapons, its energy bolts continuing to rain down and turning the highway into a war zone.
By shola success2 years ago in Fiction
THE APOCOLYSE. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
A Desperate Battle Ben, gripping his baseball bat tightly, stood between Anya, Sarah, and the terrifying alien creature. Its eyes glowed menacingly as it emitted a chilling screech. Without hesitation, Ben charged, his knuckles white. The alien reacted swiftly, extending its elongated arms. However, Ben's powerful swing connected with the alien's arm, forcing it to stumble.
By shola success2 years ago in Fiction
THE ROOT OF BITTERNESS
The following morning after the awful event the palace became very quiet. All servants started to walk languidly, feeling that tension increased in the recent days. At the king’s household people were preparing for the great victory feast in honor of Arthur, but tension was always felt in the air. The preparations for the feast were clearly successful: this King Frederic, who spends most of the play in his private chambers and is only informed of events by his attendants, does not hear the chorus directly but their victories are reported to him. Indeed, he just looked elsewhere with what seemed to be an absentminded nod. Even when the news of the illness that Arthur claimed to have had and his cure reached the king, it did not bring a change in his status. He could not get out of his mind the party for his son’s recent victory in the military – a victory that sealed his achievements as well as the future of the monarchy. This, however, was far from the case with Williams who was far from indifferent. He had been so angry and repulsive since the day he found out what had befallen Diana. But the more the day passed by, it remained quite apparent that their father will not formally address or condemn Arthur for the act. In response, the king did not utter a single word on the matter; his silence was as good as consent. Diana, now thin and very shy, was retreating from everyone; the signs of her trauma were too obvious for those who wanted to see it. However, she was compelled to bear the public festivity through the same man whom she has faced some serious calamities. It was conspicuous how her suffering ceased to matter, how it had been erased from the picture by the mere fact of Arthur’s feast. At night the grand hall became a demonstration of aristocracy and might. Wallpapers and the tables that were set for dining were the rich and the beautiful and exotic tap meters which comprised of the best of foods and wine. King’s hall of justice was filled with people, royals and the important people were waiting for the dinner in honor of Prince Arthur’s victory. Arthur who was now dressed royally sat right beside the King Frederic. There was no indication of his inner struggle on his composure face. He stole a look at Williams and the man regarded him, his face neutral. Williams’ appearance was constant of something that was brewing behind the scenes that could spark at anytime. When the feast started, King Frederic stood up with the purpose to speak to the guests. In the hall, it echoed his approval of Arthur and the skills that he possessed when fighting. He rejoiced the wealth of the kingdom, and the power of the royal family and did not say a word about the tragedy that occurred behind closed doors of the palace. ‘Let us drink to this great day’, declared the King Frederic his goblet towards the sky. It is dedicated ‘To Prince Arthur, for whose bravery, our empire has been made glorious!’ Nobles clinked glasses and shouted a loud joice rising from the hall, The cheer was drunk in by the hall. Arthur stared hard at him and then managed a grin and raised his goblet as well. He looked at Williams and could literally feel him staring at him, something that gave him a creepy feeling. He understood that taciturnity with which his brother reacted did not mean forgiveness, but only anger restrained by a thread. That night the feast degenerated into lewdness as the night advanced. There was entertainment in the hall and the courtiers sang, danced , and joked with each other without paying attention to the inner conflict. King Frederic who appeared to be full-of-energy went around greeting his guests and seemed to be happy for the attention that was being showered on his son. Diana continued to sit quietly in the corner again, looking at the table, frowning and barely tolerating the holiday. That consuming anger she found in the injustice of everything, starting from her father, who did not care about her pain, ending with the court and society that were happy with her tormentor, and, most important, her voice that was overshadowed by the glamour of the occasion. Silent type of performer, emotions were never exposed even in Williams’ case. He did not let his emotions get the better of him; his countenance bore a impassive expression. Within its walls, however, United Airlines’ responded to the hurricane like a boiler ready to blow its cap. This angered Lancelot at his father’s lack of justice, Arthur being there arrogantly, and the court ready and willing to overlook such a horrible crime for a festival. Yet, he kept on telling himself that he had to wait for his chance to come through. Now the confrontation would only bring more suffering to Diana and potentially endanger the stability of the kingdom. Finally when it was getting a bit dusky, there was a gradual exodus of the hall. People went home delighted with the king and Arthur and they did not see the raging forces of betrayal and hatred, which reigned in the royal family. Seeing that everything was going well in the evening, the King, Frederic got to his bedroom, happy and apparently, ignorant of the brewing commotion. Williams stayed put in the hall which was emptying by the time, his thoughts still running wild on the possibilities of revenge and the law. He just sat and watched Arthur moving out of the hall, being in high spirits of the feast that has just happened with all the flatterers following him. Diana also unobtrusively left treatment area, her face contorted with pain. Williams had to do this discreetly and so he moved down the gloomy corridor the sound of his feet hitting the floor reverberating in the room. He was able to get to the balcony that was located above the palace courtyard, through the window of which he noticed Arthur joyfully eulaborating with some of his friends. This infuriate him in an cold blooded manner, and he could see everything in black and white. At that moment the shadow by his side flickered. It was Alfred! The latter looked at him with his face hidden in the darkness. Williams jumped from the rookie mistake and he proceeded to whisper to him. They watch other people for a while and then Lila asked them: “You know it, do not you? About Arthur and Diana?” Williams again glanced at the man but did not say anything although his jaw tightened up. Alfred went on, almost sounding amused, there was a faint hint of a smile in his voice. Saying that she wanted me to know that during the last ceremony the next day our dear father is planning to declare Arthur as the future king quite a celebration wasn’t it. Williams looked at Alfred and handed him a cup of tea with something cold and serious in his gaze. Not if I have anything to do with it he whispered to himself and the words rolled of his tongue with determination. This seem to draw Alfred’s attention and he could not help but ask, ‘And what do you require from me?’ I shook my head, not liking the way this was going, ‘Oh? And what do you plan to do, Williams? Make a scene? Challenge him publicly?’ Williams didn't answer. He looked right into Arthur and began to contemplate on how it would be like to have such a great man as a friend. Alfred laughed quietly and backed off a little from me. “Oh well no matter the conclusion I recall this whole ordeal ,” I said with a smile. Thus, while Williams stayed in front of the balcony, wondering what could happen next, Alfred vanished into the night. The last shot is of Williams holding the railing firmly fixed with look that is direct at Arthur as he only has a particular plan in mind which is to alter the destiny of the kingdom
By Goodie_ola 2 years ago in Fiction
THE ROOT OF BITTERNESS . Content Warning.
People of the palace remained busy deep into the night as preparations for Arthur’s victory feast went on. This reading gave the play the tension that it so desired even though the doctor pretends to be sick. Consequently Alfred made a carefully crafted plan of action which had nicely slotted into operation, all that was left for Arthur was to fake a performance which was believable. Arthur remained seated in his room, all the while feigning he was too ill to physically get out of his bed. His cheeks rather pallid and his face looked tired, but he was inimitable enough to make all the servants gossip about what ailed the prince. On the other hand, Alfred used appearance to ensure that he passed by certain people to gain their sympathy on the status of Arthur. When finally King Frederic called Alfred to meet him and ask about health of his son, the later performed his part well. “Your Majesty, Arthur is rather sick; he’s not eaten much, even getting up from the bed is a challenge for him now He said, maybe if Diana could cook something for him that would cheer him up”. In order to preserve the facade of family harmony, which is greatly valued in Denmark King Frederic had no objection to the marriage. If that’s what he thinks will do the trick then fine it is agreed Diana will cook a meal for Arthur. Annoyed by the sudden urge of Andy to see her naked, but also equally lost in her dilemma, Diana agreed. She went into the kitchens and spent much time cooking for all of them a very basic but healthy meal. She was thinking about Arthur and she was also a bit apprehensive, although she could not tell why. Diana brought a tray full of food to Arthur before dusk came. She rapped gently on the door and opened it, and there he lay on the pillows looking weak, but with that pathetic eagerness in his eyes which women find so irresistible. “Arthur, I’ve come to bring you food,” said she in a low tone and placed the tray on the bedside table. Arthur smiled weakly. “It means a lot that you came, Diana,” he said, grateful for the sight of her and regretting at the same time that she was going. He knew this was his time, the end of Alfred’s plan which he had been waiting for quite some time. “But Diana, could you sv to me for a while?” Arthur asked as he sounded almost begging. ”It’s been days now and I never felt this lonely till today, this alone now knowing you are around has made me feel comforted in a big way. Diana paused, but then quietly agreed and sat in a chair next to the bed where he lay. They spoke for a while and Arthur tried to look as believable as possible as a man who is broken inside. Gradually, he changed the topics of the conversation to more personal ones in the hope of making Diana open up to him. Arthur stretched out and carefully made the foot-and-a-half journey and took her hand, and enclosed it in both of his. “Diana, I was standing in the shower this morning and I started thinking a lot today, I thought about family, I thought about us, I thought about you.” Diana now had a chill down her spine. “Arthur, I do not understand what you are saying,” she said before quickly withdrawing her hand. Before she could do anything, Arthur grabbed her wrist and squeezed rather tightly. “I want you, Diana. I was still option you over and over again I can’t seem to stop.” Seeing this Diana froze, her eyes teary and widened in fear as she attempted to struggle free from Arthur’s grip; fully aware of his sickness the Briton was amazingly muscular. Arthur did not let her go; he only held her wrists tightly while she screamed at him: Regardless, Arthur’s desperation had seeped in by then, which was why he would not let her go. He’s moving her, now closer, and the look in his eyes, the way he’s holding her…he wants her. “Diana, please,” he said almost choking on his words. "I need you. " Diana’s screams remained unheard as she had tried pulling the attention of everyone around her for a long time, but the square walls of the palace absorbed the sounds made by her. Alfred had made sure they would not be interrupted and had left for the door to be guarding it from any inquisitive souls that might wander in. In the room Arthur yielded to the desire and left the last shred of control. By the later part of the day the deed was completed. Diana was on the bed now, crying, her body shivering from the impact of the information she received and the physical pain. What Arthur was beginning to see was the magnitude of what he had done, he started feeling a surge of shame and disgust. He stretched out a hand towards her, but she flinched back, her stare positively venomous , as if she harbored both hatred and of fear towards him. “Diana, I. .. “ Arthur started a phrase but was helpless. He began to realize what he had done and the feeling of nausea rose from his stomach to his throat. Diana instead of lying down and screaming at the top of her lungs like any sane person would do at this point, clawed herself up from the bed, summoned all the energy that was left in her and limped towards the door. She opened it to find Alfred standing there with an expression of satisfaction of the face. “You’re done?” he questioned, but, without any reply, Diana pushed him violently and rushed out of the building where the horrific experience of the sitting had just taken place. After what had happened Arthur was left all alone in his room feeling the consequences of what he did. He learnt there was no turning back from this and he realized there was nothing he could do to reverse the damage done. His mind was a whirl of actions that he would take next, the returns that came with it. Absorbing the cruel comment, Diana followed swiftly and as she turned and walked rapidly towards the door her steps were inter parody with Williams’. His face grimaced in worry when he found her hair unkempt, and tears rolling down her face. “Diana, what is it?” he demanded, worriedly but Diana’s reply was cut short by her crying. Something told Williams that what he was going to see was terrible and with anger and fear pumping through his veins, he marched himself to Arthur’s quarters. He threw open the door having likely heard of the commotion and saw Arthur seated on the bed with his head resting on his hands. “Arthur, what have you done?” Williams asked furiously, his tone turning into growl. Arthur raised his eyes; his countenance was fairly written with misery; but he could not articulate a word. Williams advanced and with clenched fists, he was fuming mad. ‘You will answer for this,’ he said threateningly, although his voice quivers with the rage that was barely contained. Of all of them, only you will answer both to Father and to me.
By Goodie_ola 2 years ago in Fiction
216 The Loving Road Toward Eternal Reward
It's funny how we all relate to life conceptually. To some, life's cheap; to others, priceless. I suppose it has to do with which type of life one lives. Yet, in the objective universe, there seems a hierarchy. The lowly bug fried on an electrified wire will not haunt anyone like killing a child with a car. A dramatic contrast, certainly.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Silent Watcher . AI-Generated.
### Part 4: Into the Shadows The following days were a blur of activity. The townspeople, unaware of the full extent of the threat, noticed the increased patrols and the fortified buildings, but they trusted their leaders and followed their instructions without question. Sarah, Elias, and their team worked tirelessly, each contributing their unique skills to prepare Everspring for the confrontation that seemed inevitable. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Elias called a meeting at Sarah’s cottage. The small room was filled with a sense of urgency and camaraderie. Elias spread out the map once more, pointing to a spot near the center of town. “I believe the Eye of Eternity is hidden here,” he said, tapping a finger on the old church. “It’s the oldest building in Everspring, and its foundation predates the town itself. If the Guardians hid the Eye here, it would be in a place of significance.” Sarah glanced at her friends, seeing the determination in their eyes. “Then we need to search the church,” she said. “Tonight, while the town sleeps.” Robert, always the strategist, nodded. “We’ll need to be careful. If the Seekers are watching, they could ambush us. We should go in pairs, stay silent, and be ready for anything.” James, with his characteristic calm, added, “I’ll keep watch outside the church, in case anyone approaches.” Eliza looked at Elias. “Do you think we’ll find it?” Elias sighed, the weight of his past evident in his eyes. “I hope so. But even if we don’t, we need to ensure the Seekers don’t find it either.” As the town settled into the quiet of night, Sarah, Elias, Robert, and Eliza made their way to the church. James took his position outside, hidden in the shadows, his keen eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of movement. The church, a modest stone building with a tall steeple, loomed silently against the night sky. Its heavy wooden doors creaked as Sarah pushed them open, the sound echoing through the empty nave. They slipped inside, their footsteps muffled by the worn carpet. Elias led the way to the basement, where the foundation stones were rumored to hold hidden chambers. They descended the narrow stairs, their lanterns casting flickering shadows on the walls. At the bottom, Elias began to examine the stone walls, searching for any sign of a hidden passage. Sarah’s heart pounded as she watched Elias work. Every creak and rustle seemed amplified in the stillness, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched. She kept her hand on the hilt of the small dagger she carried, ready for anything. After what felt like an eternity, Elias found what he was looking for—a loose stone, slightly out of place. He pried it free, revealing a small alcove with an ancient key inside. Holding the key, Elias turned to the group. “This must be it,” he whispered. “There’s a hidden chamber somewhere in these walls. We need to find the lock.” They continued their search, carefully examining every stone and corner. Finally, Eliza called out softly, “Over here!” She had found a small, inconspicuous keyhole hidden behind a tapestry. Elias inserted the key and turned it, and with a soft click, a section of the wall swung open, revealing a dark passageway. The air inside was cool and damp, and the smell of earth and age filled their senses. They moved cautiously through the passage, the narrow corridor opening into a larger chamber. In the center of the room, on a stone pedestal, rested a crystal that seemed to pulse with an inner light. “The Eye of Eternity,” Elias breathed, awe in his voice. As they approached the artifact, a sudden noise from behind made them all turn. The Seekers had found them. Clad in dark cloaks, the Seekers moved silently into the chamber, their leader stepping forward with a menacing smile. “Thank you for leading us to the Eye,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “Now, hand it over.” Sarah, her heart racing, stepped protectively in front of the pedestal. “You’ll have to go through us first.” The Seeker leader laughed. “Very well. If it’s a fight you want, it’s a fight you’ll get.” Robert and Eliza took defensive positions, ready to face the intruders. Elias stood beside Sarah, his determination matching hers. The confrontation they had prepared for was here, and there was no turning back. The chamber erupted into chaos as the two sides clashed. Sarah and Elias fought side by side, their movements synchronized as they defended the Eye. Robert’s combat skills and Eliza’s quick thinking kept the Seekers at bay, but the enemy was relentless. Amidst the struggle, the leader of the Seekers lunged towards the pedestal, his hand reaching for the Eye. In a moment of desperation, Sarah grabbed the crystal, its power surging through her as she held it aloft. A blinding light filled the chamber, and the Seekers cried out in pain, recoiling from the intense energy. The leader, his face twisted in fury, retreated with his followers, their mission thwarted. As the light faded, Sarah felt the crystal’s power recede, leaving her trembling but unharmed. Elias gently took the Eye from her, placing it back on the pedestal. “We did it,” he said, his voice filled with relief. “We protected the Eye.” Sarah looked at her friends, their faces illuminated by the lantern’s soft glow. They had faced the darkness together and emerged victorious. But deep down, she knew this was only the beginning. The Seekers would not give up easily, and the true battle for Everspring’s future had just begun. l
By Karl Nicken 2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of Ravenswood: A Love Rekindled . AI-Generated.
**Part 1: The Mysterious Inheritance** It was a gloomy afternoon when Alice received the letter that would change her life forever. She was sitting in her small apartment, staring out of the window at the rain-soaked streets of New York City. The envelope, with its elegant script and thick, creamy paper, looked out of place among the usual bills and junk mail.
By Karl Nicken 2 years ago in Fiction
The Secrets of Whispering Woods . AI-Generated.
**Part 1: The Whispering Woods** Lena stood at the edge of the forest, her breath catching in her throat as she looked into the depths of the Whispering Woods. The dense trees formed a wall of shadow and mystery, the kind of place where secrets lingered and old legends came to life. Her grandmother had warned her about the woods, saying they were not meant for wandering, especially not for someone like Lena, with her insatiable curiosity and restless spirit.
By Karl Nicken 2 years ago in Fiction
Life Moves On
Tarron, Ruith, and a few other elves arrived at the scene not long after that, all on the shoulders of the giants. Haganto was immediately bombarded with questions while he received a healing spell from Ruith. The elf quickly realized that while his wound was a bite mark, he couldn’t detect any of Agron’s venom. Haganto did his best to answer all their questions, despite their growing incredulous looks and expressions of shocked disbelief. Not that Haganto blamed them.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Fiction
