Dark Blaze

Chapter 10

Ephemeral death snapped his head and her hand was imbrued as well as her feet. Darkling shadows crawled to her girdle starting from below her shoulders and a whisper of giggles came from whom shadows they slither. A plangent moan echoed that someone was still alive, she skipped and plash its head with glee, those who slain was a slave and villagers that one of her allies bring for her. The aisle is covered with ichor and can fill the castle with blood-like mere. She hummed deeply and sat on her throne. Talina can see every move that the Knight's doing in her sacred orb. High chopines colored deep crimson same as her lips and long girdle that covers the stairs nigh the throne. Talina did not do anything for a long time but violence on her hands. Boredom hits her.  The tenebrous maids she summoned a decade ago cleaned her mess on the aisle and the walls. Talina wants fun so she wanted more people to die using her magic and her bare hands. She pouted and watch how the forests she captured went back to normal.

"How stands the hour?" She asked her butler standing at the corner for like five decades. "Nigh gloam, Your Majesty" he answered after looking at the vast window that stood afar the above aisle.
The bottom garment of her girdle spread even more when she stood. She strays to the exit and the sounds of the thump of her chopines echoed. Talina went outside to see how beautiful she was created throughout the years. She inhaled and walked. As she hold the bottom garment that lay low on the aisle and turned it around by swaying it like she was clutching a cape on her girdle at the back, with one snap she disappeared in a glimpse as she twirled. The moment she disappeared all of the maids and the butler of hers glimpse how she vanish sans their reaction - looking they already know how she reach other lands.

"It takes time to finish, Sir!" Shanne shouted that he did not even mean to spill it. The Knight behold beside at his working area - the smith is not fully done yet for the armor and glaive. Kristinov's hands were tightly gripped to his bottom vesture, veins coming out as he clasp even more. "Just do it on time" he said with a smile that shows anger instead of happiness.
Shanne bowed while thanking. The maiden's armor still has not been finished in under three days, her armor was on the armor stand as well his glaive in where he forged. "Is it done? Sir" Aerline asked as she saw him go outside with an expression that shows not well but he did not answer her concern. They are outside of the blacksmith forge. Kristinov went somewhere but Aerline did not follow his steps because he told her so. Aerline went to the insula safely sans Kristinov because he command her to. She read again the eld book while the flaxen candle nigh her lighted to support her for reading. The window was wide open so the winds are always welcome to come in. Zephyr air blows her coal silky hair and travels to her above skin. She saw some dark spells on the thirteenth to fifteenth pages, while the good ones she can do was at the beginning of the book as always. She read how to slay creatures, heal, and fight like this book is for maidens. She gazes to the window to see the sky becoming gloam - she stands up leaving the book open above the chair she was reading. Aerline immediately grab the uncooked vegetable to make dinner for her master.

"Kristinov!, is that you?!" Someone shouted in the back of him while he stroll ahead to the boat to grab his armor, the voice was high but mature. Kristinov looked back and saw an armored man. The hair was pure brown like the horse's skin. The armor was similar to his armor but Kristinov's armor was much bigger and darker. Nicely structured jaw with thick eyebrows but normal kind of thick. Big hammer on his back with spikes on its middle. "You shit, I thought you are dead?!" He said with his arm wide open like he wished to squeeze him.
Gloaming above and the flock of birds started to fly along with the wind. Kristinov was getting his armor on the barque where they land it. Big dappled trees sheltered the barque. The barque was covered around with telluric as well above the cover with little dirt-like powder. "What be thy tide?" Kristinov asked out of curiosity like he was unfamiliar with this man, the man was following him onto the boat where he was heading.