Novels by FavyPen

Rhaegar was still dumbfounded as he kept staring at that first rune on the tiny wooden sword. His mouth was hung open like he did not know how to them back. At this moment, he finally knew Magnus was not lying when he told him the wooden sword would answer to him.Before this, he had doubted Magnus words and he took everything less serious. Why? He knew he did not have the blood of the silent guard running in his veins, and neither did the court of the Silent Guards ever chosen him to carry the sword.Although there was no many history book about the silent guards tribe but the little one written about them mentioned that the wielder of the Voidwhisper swords was always chosen by the court, and not some Stilled Prince who could barely catch a single thread.Rhaegar licked his lips. “Alright,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s try this again.”He closed his eyes and shut his palms tight, then opened them slowly again. The colorful threads of the Source

Rhaegar’s eyes kept staring at Finn without shifting. His jaw even clenched together a little. The atmosphere was now awkward. Serra’s mind on the other was spinning with her looking for the perfect excuse to give that wouldn't sound too harsh but still would send the message clear to Finn.After a long second, Serra could only force a smile onto her face—the kind that did not reach her eyes—when she could not come up with the perfect excuse.“Hi, Finm,” she said, keeping her voice calm. “Sorry, but I don’t have a chance for lunch today. I have this assignment I need to finish up today.”Finn did not look annoyed, instead , he just smiled right back at Serra. “It’s fine. Maybe some other time then. We’ll grab that lunch whenever you’re free.”Serra sighed quietly and bit her lower lip. She has turned him down for three straight days now, and he still won't give up. She had hoped that after today’s rejection, he will finally get annoy and walk away. But nope. He is calm with it. Perh

Yesterday had ended in pure frustration for Rhaegar. Rhaegar had spent the remaining hours of yesterday in the temple, tyring to catch that tiny single Vitality thread but he failed over and over again. After the five attempt, the headache became too much for him that he had to dropped to his knees. Worst part, Jade did not helped. She just shook her head and then folded her arms and said "Told you."Rhaegar had to dragged himself back to his room. ...At Groveward Academy, Rhaegar kept his head down as he walked past the crowd of students walking out after the second class. He had been looking everywhere for Serra in the courtyard but she was not there. He had been transferred to Class 1B this morning so he did not see her during class.Letting out a sigh, Rhaegar made his way to class 1C but she was not there too..He sighed again as he rubbed the back of his neck. She had to be somewhere.. Perhaps varak....?No no! Rhaegar shook his head not wanting to think about that.."Hav

Leveling up to Level 1 as a channeler was never easy. You have to go through the four stages. Stage one was all about locating a single thread in the endless flow of the Source. It was never easy like the click and catch. For most people, they spend three, four, even five days just to locate that single thread, and after locating it, they had to hold it tight for like a minute. If it slipped away, you start all over. Stage two is about holding that same single thread for an hour without it slipping away. Stage three was guiding the burning energy of the thread to a particularly spot, like the hole in a cracked cup.Stage four was the real test. The individual have to weave the thread in to a perfect figure-eight across the break, holding the channel open for one solid hour while the power cooled and fused into the cracked cup and either mend it or melt it. Elyrians are expected to mend the cup with their healing powers. Solis are expected to melt the cup with Heat. Zephyr are expe

King Sigismund’s expression was dark as he muttered those words. He shifted in his chair resting his hand under his chin. He gritted his teeth and kept his calm, but the lines around his eyes tightened.“It would be best to approach this matter wisely,” he said quietly, more to himself than to the others. “We cannot afford to have Elyria’s people fighting among themselves. If that happens, the peace I have tried to keep all these years will be wasted. And perhaps Elyria may never recover from it.”He breathed in slowly, then added, “The Blood Duke of Mountainfell and Shardfell needs to be changed, but it has to be done carefully. We do not need internal war."Sigismund leaned back a little. “There are still many months left before the first-year examinations.” His said, as his fingers tapped twice on the arm of the chair. “Tell me, Garrick, who is the best first-year performing student right now?”Principal Garrick was calm for a moment, as he pick his words. “There are many talents

Back at the palace, seeing that her son back and healthy, Queen Hestia rushed out from the inner hall the moment she heard the horses footwork. Her face immediately lit up. She did not say any word at first.She just ran straight to Rhaegar and threw her arms around him, as she pulled him close like she was never going to let go."My boy... my precious boy," she murmured against his shoulder with her voice crack. She pulled back from the hug just enough to look at him over as her hands moved quickly over his arms, then to his chest, then his face, scanning everywhere for scars.Thank the Source. There was no wounds, nor no bruises. Just nothing.She let out a sigh of Relief and she hugged him again, even tighter this time. Tears were starting to drip slowly from her eyes now. "I prayed every hour. Every single hour and here you are, whole and healed."Rhaegar hugged her back just as tight as she was hugging him, his own eyes tearing up a little. Eighteen years of feeling broken, a

Arthur and Lady Philippa left the Peckham Manor without looking back. Arthur drove Philippa back to her own house in the quit part of the SqudCity. The evening breeze was cool as Arthur's carriage stopped right at Philippa house.Philippa came down the carriage and Arthur did the same. Philippa had tried more than once to send him back after dropping her, insisting that he did not need come inside. But Arthur refused and was not ready to leave as he pushed open the door and entered. Right now, Maltida was sitting on Arthur's lap with her parchment assignment at Arthur. "Look, Mister. I can not figure this out about the old great Houses. Please help?Arthur chuckled, looking at the scribbled lines. "Alright, lass. Let's see... House Eldric ruled the northern Kingdom in the year of the great frost, yes? That is what your teacher means." Matilda laugh, scribbling on the parchment. While inside the kitchen, the sound of pots and plates scattering could be heard. Martha was making the

Inside the Peckham family manor, Elars parents and the old lady of the Peckham was already gathered. Godric, Maren and their parent were the only not present. Inside the living room of the manor was very calm. From the look of things, it seems Elara and Keneric just came not long ago. Elara was sitting close to Kenric with his arms wrapped around her shoulder possessively. Instead of scolding their daughter for the scandal, Elara's mother walked in to the room with a tray of ale, and then setting a wine cup before Kenric with a smile on her face. "Ah, there you are, Master Kenric. Some ale to ease the evening, yeah?" Kenric nodded immediately. "Thanks.."Arthur who was standing by the doorway with Philippa at his side, could only roll his eyes at the disgusting display. His fists were even clenched tight and he opened his mouth to say something but Philippa's hand quickly tugged his arm, her head shaking just slightly for him not to.Arthur then shifted his eyes to Philippa hand o

It was already the end of the Brotherhood guild's working hours, and still Arthur did not returned guild. Lady Philippa let out a deep sigh as her mind drifted back to the scheme she had planned. She was the one who send the forged parchment to Kenric, luring him to come to Arthur's house, and then delivered the false note from Elara to Arthur himself. It was a risky play, but it was necessary for her to take Elara down. She could play the game too. Right now, ger carriage was parked outside of Arthur's manor. Inside of the carriage was quiet with her driver sitting calmly and waiting for the next order. She was debating whether to step inside or simply instruct her driver to take her back to her own house. Truth be told, she was not entirely sure why she had come at all. She let out another deep breath as she pushed open the carriage door. "Go on home," she told her driver. "I' will manage from here." "Yes, Ms." She walked to the gate and exchanged a few words with the bodygu

At the Brotherhood Silver Hand Guild, Lady Philippa was holding a parchment. She let out another deep breath as her fingers trembled slightly as she folded the parchment. Then she nodded to the tall guard that was standing right beside her. "Take this to Lord Arthur immediately and tell him it is from his wife, Lady Elara." The guard nodded and bowed his head and took the page, turn and quickly head straight to Arthur's office. He knocked twice on the heavy wood door before Arthur's voice sounded. "Who is there?" Arthur's voice sounded from the inside. "My lord, it is a letter from your wife, Lady Elara." the guard replied quickly. Arthur frowned then set aside the ledger he was going through. He stood up and opened the door just enough to take the parchment from the guard. "Thank you," he muttered as he took the parchment and then dismissed the man with a nod before shutting the door close firmly. Unfolding the note, his eyes scanned the ink written on it. "I have fallen ba

The workers were busy today in the Peckham Citadel site. Elara walked quickly to were Kenric was and grabbed him away with her. She did not want to be seen talking to Kenric."Hello, my beautiful lady," Kenric said, his voice soft as she let go of his arm.Elara pulled him close to the wall. "Stop speaking sweetly! Answer me now, Did you tell lies about my husband’s Guild, the Brotherhood Silver Hand Guild?"Kenric smiled, looking very pleased with himself. "Yes, I did that. By my troth, I did! The coin price of the Brotherhood fell sharply today, by more than a fifth! Your husband's wealth is already smaller. This is only the first day. Soon, Arthur will have no money left at all!"Hearing it, Elara felt anger flash across her face. "Why did you do such a wicked thing? Is it because of Lord Gideon your cousin..."Kenric shouted before she could finish, "It is not for Lord Gideon, but for you!""For me?" Elara stared at him, stunned.Kenric took a step closer. "I am in love with you,

Godric was sitting on a wooden chair inside an Inn.Grabbing the tankard from the table, he gulped down a small portion of ale into his mouth. He took a hissed through his teeth as he slammed the tankard down. "By the saints, this ale is worse than the village pond!" He cursed as if the ale was the source of all his troubles."Arthur should have been married to my sister not you Elara." he muttered, shaking his head.In Godric’s opinion, if Maren was the one married to Arthur, it would be easy for him to be able to boast with pride that he sister was married to the new Head of the Brotherhood Guild. Maren might even convince Arthur to hire him, Godric at the Guild.He sighed. "Well," he grumbled, "let Elara ruin things as she always does. It is her true talent, after all."Godric knew Elara would sure ruin things between her and Arthur. Once she ruined things, Arthur will be free and Maren will pursue Arthur.Thinking about it, Godric smiled. His gaze then shifted to the small gall