Dark Blaze

Chapter 7

Euphiline was panting while staggered away from the knight. Under the darkest night and she screamed and sobbed for help. Euphiline felt compunction for what she did, feeling how wastrel she is without thinking ere to steal. The elf cast a spell to illude the knight."LEACHYRMAL!" She shouted to summon her swiftness of cast, she was losing her breath from galloping. She block his pathway she ran by gyre and surrounded him and a straight fervid light she cast to attack him. Kristinov blocked her attack using his shield then she attack more than thrice using her pink fervid light attack. Her stamina was getting weak and this is the time when the knight will attack, he will make his foe go tire before he will attack. His effulgent glaive of his, lighted like a saber as he attacked. Euphiline only dodge his attack then she strolled away from him once more. She summoned her glowy flexuous bow and start positioning to target the knight, the arrow with a slightly fame but the inner of its blaze was rosy and she close her one sight to focus targeting.

The perfervid battle between them was malefic the forest where they battle, few spark will began to spread its blaze to ruin its wilderness. The pink and brumous light glint through the trees. His blade scars the elf's both arms with deep slit wound. Everytime he sway his glaive a misty winds is coming out to the blade of his great glaive which Euphiline did not know that it can do that. The knight charged forward to the elf using his darkling shield in a very fast ambush. Euphiline tried to avoid it, she was escaped to his charge but. His blade blocked her where she's gonna escape. As he the Knight charges, the elf escaped but the moment she shover her body beside and then the Knight blocked her with his glaive that it is stretch out forth. The Knight's gauntlet imbrue with the elf's blood felt no ingrate. Lachrymal beyond her eyes and she was shaking. She surrendered and passed the horns she steal to him. Blood mizzle from her kirtle to the bottom garment. In perchance she attempts to attack. The knight blocks her attack using his gauntlet then he uses his dark art to absorb her power away. She sobbed with dolour and inhume her fear from inside of her feelings as she kneeled from pain that pulled her down. Euphiline also heard his deep draw breath behind was exhaustion and ire.

A nocuous lookalike serpent was wrapping her around, while she kneeling into him begging him to let her go. Kristinov grabbed her cheeks with ire and no sympathy. Her tears were running down her cheeks to his gauntlet. A fuliginous fog surrounded the knight and his steed was on his side, after he whistle while his fingers prevail on the both cheeks of the elf. Euphiline fainted and luck save her life. He let her go as he glimpse her fainting as well her body knock over. Under the darkest stygian night, he left the elf from the forest. Deep wounded cuts on her both arms and bruises covered her cheeks like he marked the elf. Euphiline pants and moan from pain while her eyes are fully shut. The Knight ride onto his steed, the steed started to stroll away with the flame of his tail spreading the blaze like a flamethrower. Kristinov went back to the Tower to retrieve the treasure. "Fie upon thee!" She yelled and wept while she is still on the ground. Euphiline was difficult to stand. She abominate this kind of man and she will get her revenge once she met him again.

Aerline was still detained to the tower. She still holds the book that the Queen gave to her. Incarnadine she saw everywhere. Her vision was getting blurry and the felt she was not alone, therefore she behold spirits are trapped where she occurred imprisoned towards her. Mephitic ground that she cannot hold the scent within and refulgent hot candle. She was sitting in the corner of the room holding the book waiting for Romeo to save her. Her reddish lips were starting to dry like above dessert. She began humming roundelay to fight her fear away. Sweat mizzled her entire body and no air can dry them off. Her kirtle was covered with dust and dirt. She could not find a sylvan door in this room in the room but an only a refulgent candle in the middle. She can hear whispering to her ears and darkness she espy in front and sides. Scream and beg she can heed through the murky shadows lurk onto her glimpse. "My knight, give me grace blithe tidings"
the Queen said as the knight entered the Tower. She saw ire visage from Kristinov through the helmet she can feel. His helmet was on the ground as well his gauntlets but he did not remove the rest after the Queen implore him some good news. He bowed in front behind was travail and fatigue.