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“What are you doing here?” “I-I saw you leave a-and I-I followed you.” Rhys stuttered,trying to get ahold of his bearings. His mind was racing with a million different questions and no answers to any of them. His silver eyes darted from Orin, to the woman and then, with a twist of his neck, he looked up to his captor. A half scream half gasp came out as he got his first look at who- or rather, what was holding him. Holding him in place was a creature that Rhys had never seen before. A creature looking similar to an elf; the ears were long and pointed, drooping downwards and their skin a shade of silvery gray that seemed to almost glow against the blackness of the night. Their snow white hair tumbled down and fell down past their shoulders. What disturbed him most about this captor were it's eyes. The sclera's were black, blacker than anything Rhys had ever seen, and the iris’ white, matching the hair. “I know.” the creature chuckled, their voice neither feminine nor masculine

20 years later ********************************* The sun rose over the horizon, painting the sky in brilliant hues of pink, yellow and orange. Leaves glistened with the previous night’s dew. Dameral was just beginning to awake as the new day began. In the distance, the faint caw of a cock sounded; but Rhys had a more effective alarm clock. “RHYS! GET YOUR ASS UP NOW!” Silver eyes snapped open and Rhys felt his body jerk as his consciousness came back to him. He sighed; burying his face in his feather stuffed pillow. His body refused to leave the warmth of the blankets. Perhaps he could just stay there for a few more moments…. “RHYS!” He groaned and muttered a response. “I’m coming.” He yawned, kicking off the blankets as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. Rising from it, he crossed the room and pulled back the hanging curtain that separated his makeshift closet from the rest of the room. Grabbing his clothes-a pair of trousers and a white shirt- he threw them

Malchior heard him approaching long before he actually arrived. After knowing someone for centuries upon centuries, one tends to become familiar with the way a particular person sounds when walking. The hinges on the door at the top of the stairs screamed as it was opened. Malchior made yet another mental note to himself to do something about that. He knew he wouldn’t though. He had too much to do to worry about squeaky door hinges. Footsteps bounded down the stairs and still, Malchior did not turn. Did not give his visitor any sign of acknowledgement. Such was the routine. “Maaaaaaaal.” Arms wrapped around the mage from behind. A face nuzzled itself into his neck. Wisps of army green hair tickled his cheek and he detected the faint smell of pine and smoke. Clear signs that his visitor had just returned from being outdoors. “You know I detest that nickname.” Malchior lazily flipped the page of the large, ancient tome he was reading. A half smile pulling at the corner of his

The Lost Prince Chapter Twelve: Blue Bloods “Rhys? Rhys!” “Rhys can you hear us?!” “I think I saw him move!” “He’s waking up!” The voices began to become clearer. No longer sounding like he was under water. Rhys forced himself to open his eyes, only to immediately shut them as the world began to spin once more. “Easy there.” “Give him some room to breathe!” Rhys forced his eyes open again. The world didn’t spin this time and he breathed a sigh of relief. As his vision began to focus, he realized two things at once; he was on his back lying flat on the ground and Una, Aerin, and Morven were hovering over him. “Are you alright?” Aerin asked, her face contorted into one of worry. “I….I think so?” Rhys answered; though it came out as more of a question than a statement. He propped himself up on his elbows and was paid for this action in the form of the world once again beginning to spin around him. “Easy.” It was Una who spoke this time. Rhys felt hands- her

Prologue The Night A Kingdom Falls Screams and shouts echoed throughout the stone walls of the castle. Venali’s ears rang and chills raced throughout her body. Her breathing was reduced to quick labored breaths as her bare feet silently slapped against the icy floor as she raced down the hallway. Tears stung her violet eyes as the shouting around her turned to screaming. Screams of fear? Pain? Anger? She couldn’t tell. All she knew was that people she cared for, people she loved, were probably being killed right this moment and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to stop it. She shoved that thought out her mind and forced her body to run faster; adrenaline helping to carry her. She kept her gaze straight ahead and turned left’ ignoring the splattering of red that now covered the symbol of the Kaella family crest. She told herself not to look at it. Not to look at