*Book One of The Accursed Chronicles*
August was a man from a normal world, living a mundane life until one night everything changed, and he was sent spiraling into a world stuck forever in winter, full of magic, creatures, and a curse that has grip...
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Altair narrowed his eyes onto the man that had been brought to him. Altair had been woken in the dead of night to come down to the castle's prison after his guards had captured a man stalking the alley outside the castle wall. The man had been with an elf girl, but the girl couldn't be brought out of her cell without her screaming in terror and Altair had already had his ears stabbed once. He had let her be for now.
Neither of them looked remotely familiar, but Altair had recognized a mark on the girl's forearm, one claiming her as belonging to Eirith. She had ashen hair and white, blurry eyes, most likely blind by the lack of focus she had held on anyone. The man, however, Altair hadn't recognized and had taken to questioning him.
"Judd," the man grumbled reluctantly, moments after Altair had asked his name. The man, a human by the weak to nonexistent aura in him, looked shabby from head to toe with uncut hair, an overgrown beard, and torn pants. The only thing not scruffy on him was the cloak that Altair had made the guards' give him to avoid him freezing to death.
Altair had use for him if it panned out. Humans were the gullible, pliable type, often controlled by greed and hunger for power. Altair could offer it all.
"You told my guard that you wanted to see me. Why is that?" Altair asked decidedly.
Judd raised his shackles in front of Altair's face, the rattling of them echoing in the silent jail. "I won't talk unless these are removed."
That was bold of a human with no status. Altair waved the guard over and instructed them to have them removed. The human was harmless, and if he tried anything, he'd be dead in an instant and left to the wind. Nobody would miss him either by the looks of his dreadful appearance and lack of upkeep.
When the shackles were removed, Judd stretched his arms above his head then flexed his fingers and wrists as he groaned. Altair ground his teeth, impatiently waiting on him to spit out his words. It was the dead of night and nearly a day before the Red Ball, Altair had no time for piddling around.
After a moment, Judd paced over to the door to his cell before he began, "August, you know of him, he is not what he claims to be. The girl I have brought with me can reinforce my words."
Altair hummed and raised his eyebrows, acting interested in Judd's words. Altair was only interested in getting pawns to use, pawns that would be disposable if need be. If this human wanted him to believe that August was something that he wasn't, then Altair would play along and encourage it.
"Bring her out then, but for the god's sakes put a silencing spell on her. I do not want to hear her piercing screams," Altair ordered, waving the guard ahead to unlock the cell before he turned his sights back to Judd. "Out with what you believe August to be. I have no time to waste on lies or unimportant matters."
Judd narrowed his eyes briefly as he stepped away from the cell door, giving the guard space. He kept his distance from Altair, gaze lingering and careful on him. "I approached him a month back after I followed him and his party back to Darrose. He turned on me with no care as to the deaths he had caused in Aegar, the lying bastard had enraged Eirith and pretended he had nothing to do with it. He attacked me and I attempted to subdue him, but he left me with no choice."
