“Angus?” His voice had echoed through their small home that day, tentative and hesitant. There were many wonders and thoughts in his mind, which he doubted to express. It was the glance his uncle gave him that made him push aside his self-inflicted quietness, engraved into him by other angels.…
He had always hated silence. But somehow, now it was comforting. It was the least horrible thing in his life, which had come to an appalling conclusion. He averted his eyes from the moon, because the sight made him feel bitter. Its faint light pierced through the small opening above,…
He had thought Nerys was gone, forever. Grieving had not been easy, not while bearing such guilt. He had begged for forgiveness, upon the ones who suffered her loss. His decisions hurt them as well, for he had stolen her away. And yet… “It was not your fault.” Bastian snarled,…
Shadows moved above in the dark sky, big wings soaring through it, undisputed by the strong wind. He smiled, looking sideways at his brethren. Two members of his clan would always escort him, no matter how much he insisted it was not necessary. His comrades would always struggle to fly…
He was slowly losing his mind. And there was nothing he could do about it. Bastian sighed and looked away from the opening above. He let himself lower, having been pushing himself up to have a peek. There was no point in trying, he barely could see anything outside. He…
Cold... He trembled in his sleep, a faint whimper escaping him. There was a small breeze, and it was brushing him squarely. A grimace grew on his face as he tried to think, because with each trace of conscience he retrieved, his migraine would beat stronger. After a minute, he…
They had completed the setup fairly early. The sun still stood high, even if it was slowly going down. However, they had reasons to worry. They could hear the sound of armours rustling in the far distance. It seemed that the vampires would not wait until night to meet them,…
The terrain was not even, something that for once was a good thing. He and his small squad crouched behind bushes, eyeing the rocky ledge ahead of them. It led to the field that preceded their position, which was concealed. His grey eyes narrowed below his hand, which he had…
No knowledge would have prepared them. No matter how many books two of them had read about the subject, they could never have expected this fierceness. A sandstorm was unlike any storm they had ever felt. Even though they had donned more adequate robes as they marched through the deserts,…
“Have you gone mad?” “No.” He glared slightly at her, offended. “If I have, you did a very long time ago.” “You are not made for this.” “Neither was she, Lyssa.” No one should have to perish under the claws of those monsters, but many did. And that was why…