Although he had grown used to crowds, he still despised them. Far too many factors had to be accounted for, and it was exhausting mentally. It did not help that he also was fatigued physically. The past days had been an utter nightmare, even if they were not the worst…
Rain fell softly over the fields. A figure marched alone through a road, tugging at her robes strongly to keep herself warm. Lyssa tried to summon some heat on her hands, but the water prevented her from doing so. There was a farm in the distance, and she could find…
The chamber was dark and oppressive, as always. Still, she stood tall, facing their inquisitive gazes without doubt. She spoke with a monotone tone, her next words honest. “I deeply regret my failure. There won’t be another under my lead; I will make sure of it.” Rein’s eyes finally opened,…
All were silent. No one dared say a word while they marched dejectedly, leading their carts and horses back home, through the routes they had charted with fervour. Even if they were nearing the border of the domain they failed to conquer, they still had a long journey ahead. To…
He searched frantically between the troops. His steps fastened, and his heart began to beat dreadfully. He looked past every soldier and scout, every single man that surveyed their supplies, every woman that oversaw a squad. In his fear, he even crossed the fields, to reach the forest where they…
She paced back and forth in her tent, with a haunted gaze. The battle was over, yet she was now fighting to not break down. Her heart was beating fast, afraid. She could hear her troops outside, roaming in the camp, arranging their next assault. They counted on her guidance,…
Each day, he looked at the horizon from the summit of the towers. Eventually, smoke rose in the distance, faint yet undeniable. And after every dawn and dusk, it flowed higher into the sky, creeping closer. It was a matter of time until it happened, yet the moment was still…
He marched ahead, past the huge banners that hung on the stony walls. Even if the corridors were dark and grim, he moved surely towards the throne room. His pensive frown matched the dejected expressions of the vampires he crossed, for all the court was troubled. Bastian looked up sadly.…
There had been a constant rumble, caused by the stalwart march of the train. In an instant, however, a loud ringing noise echoed instead, and everything faded to black. “A…xis!” The pain came, the first thing he felt. His eyes were open, but the blackness took some time to become…
His claws sunk into the tree trunk, and they allowed him to climb easily. He pulled himself up, with no hesitation. Soon, he stood on a branch, from which he scouted his surroundings. His sharp eyes glinted as he contemplated the distance, which only the moonlight revealed. The night was…