"A dozen dried fish," a customer said."In a moment, please." Sarai bent behind the counter and prepared what the customer asked for.A grating noise, a crowded place, the Market Street bustled under the orange sunset."Ello amardi Sarai."Sarai the witch looked up from the counter.A body beneath a beige cloak was before her."Heald," she called."Sarai." The latter raised his head. His pulled brows spoke of his feelings."What are you doing here?" Sarai's eyes glanced around, caution glinting in them, before she faced Heald again. "Come in."They entered. Sarai motioned to the mat on the floor. Heald chose to stand."What have you done to my friend?" He asked."What?" Sarai's brows furrowed."Ever since I brought him to you, he's been distancing himself from me."Sarai sighed. "I only did what I think I should do, which you know of.""Don't tell me I know of anything!" Heald inched closer to her in his towering form. "Now you tell me what you did to my friend."Sarai subconsciously
Christa's eyes turned to him. Utterly confused, lost and perplexed."Yes. You want to know about the supernaturals. Now tell me what do you think about that?" Kylian's eyes were literally burning right now. It showed the emotions of a very soul and he didn't even know. "The king tried to kill him after he's gotten what he desired of the Rexmaker because he's powerful and dangerous. What do you think? Is the Rexmaker bad because he wiped out the entire kingdom?"Christa was speechless. Her hand dropped on the counter along with the Shot glass.She felt overwhelmed.After seconds of staring, she got hold of herself as she slowly asked. "How do you know? History said something else.""History lies sometimes." Kylian's lips curved upward, in an insufferable grin. "So tell me, is the Rexmaker to be blamed for retaliating?"Christa gazed down, at the fading board of the counter. She couldn't talk. Her lungs failed her. Her brain seemed to shut.Kylian's eyes twitched. A pang hit him hard.
The cab pulled over and the back door opened. Straight, elegant legs in sneakers emerged followed by a Auburn haired head that ducked outta the door. Christa Richardson stood by the towering structure as the cab revved off. Her eyes found the billboard in front of the building and what's written on it. St Mark's Hospital. A brief sigh escaped her lips as she readjusted the back bag slung on her shoulder. She ventured. By-passing visiting people and personnel bodies in white. The large hallway bustling with people, the elevator and the passageway, all became history soon. She stopped by a door. A tag was on it. 'Dr Richardson'. She could hear voices conversing in the office of her father and could tell it's not a cool one. She knocked and waited. Not a second had passed when Dr Richardson's voice boomed. "Please come in." The door parted with a twist of the knob and she entered. Three faces stared at her. Her father and two others. Also personnels in the leading hospital
..The Archipelago.."Caius!"Heads turned as a voice called.Caius' head swiveled to the entrance and he saw the person."Hunter, what's it.""It's Aro, he left."Gasps flew outta fanged mouths as the hunter said this."He left?" Caius' asked again to be sure."Yes he did.""And why will he do that?" Bones the old took a step forward."Don't know, but he left."The surprise Caius is feeling didn't let him see the relief that watched through his men. He's confused at this.Bones the old was the first to respawn from the shock as he turned to Caius."That's a relief, leader?""Absolutely." Caius took a curt look at Bones before facing the crowd of bloodsuckers before him."My brothers, perhaps, this is the end of the meeting. I hope we see each other in the next few months."The Vampires didn't even wait any longer, they all zoomed off to their various places."Let's go." Heald nudged Kylian, who stood transfixed without moving."I'll go." Kylian remained, his eyes solely on a spot.Hea
Kylian's hand lifted to touch the door but he paused.His silvery eyes ran over the red brick building and he sighed. This house is his home yet he feels so reluctant to enter it.All the insides of the house replayed what was his past, what he fears.The past isn't what he feared actually, but the dark events that made it up.The massacre. The deaths. The struggle. The animosity swirling in it like a legendary snake. It bites at every inch of his very soul.The living room occupied by walnut furniture pictured his village back then, centuries ago. It's surrounded by huge walnut trees.The library, filled all over with portraits, books, scrolls, maps and his mighty diary, made shiver run down his spine.He didn't want to see or remember the memories these things held. He feared it.'I should be able to face this.'His eyes cut to his wrists, to the dark ink running in curves of a language unknown to him. The runes work against who he is but help him personally.Things should be easie
The Archipelago.Caius turned to the young hunter. Fury cursing through his veins."And to what account is this added? As much as I remember, our agreement still stands," Caius pointed to the headless body of the young vampire, Lahm, on the ground. The hot print of a crossbow on the boy's chest spoke volumes of who did the job.Caius' voice sounded calm, but even a dwarf would know there's a storm raging under.The hunter trembled slightly. "Aro reports to no one."Caius cocked his head, his razor sharp claws flexed beside him, barely illuminated by the dim candles that lit the rocky cave.The hunter flinched and quickly said, "you should listen to me. Who am I to know why the legendary hunter is here? But I think I know what he seeks.""And what could that be? You know that the longer it takes for him to get what he wants, the more my men will die. So spill what you know.""I'm not sure, but I may be able to find out. His former missions will tell, there's a document tracking it all
A full silvery moon, beautiful yet melancholy, drooped from the night sky.It looked more like a haunted abode deep in the Night Hills. The foliages hunkered tight overhead, making the forest darker than the deepest depth of the sea and silent as the graveyard.The rustling of dry leaves emanated.A figure in a beige cloak emerged. His steps are casual.It's Heald.Under the shadows of the night, he walked.He had told Kylian not up to a day ago that he's going out. But now he's already coming back.A swoosh made him stop.His brows furrowed. 'What's that?'His eyes glowed red as he activated his vampire abilities.His ears caught sounds of spiders threading their cocoon nearby. His eyes pierced through the dark like it's the day and he saw clearly all that's around him.He found nothing. His spiked alertness relaxed and he returned to his normal self.But he still feels uneasy. Even though it's not like the earlier.He continued his walk.But things are not the same anymore. The t
Night Hills stood erect on its feet, it's forest deep and haunting.…The Archipelago…Deep in the cloak of towering pines, humongous woods and crawling plants that twirl like snakes, were the fleets of dark caves, the way in, bent and almost invisible.Inside one of the caves, dimly lit, was the Casal leader, Caius.Bones the old was there with him too.Caius held up the Argus, a knife that symbolizes the Casal coven and the leadership of Caius.With this knife, who every vampire under Caius is will be revealed. And thus every danger will be known beforehand.After the meeting days ago, he had decided to look into the two hundred and fifty years old vampire, Kylian.That's the age Kylian claimed and he believed it.He needed to look into his possible future.And that is what Bones the old is born for.Every born vampire has special abilities and Bones' own is the ability to see what the possible future of anybody is.But it comes with a cost. Every time he sees a future, his age is sh