Dark Blaze

Chapter 31

"I have never seen a Folluvane once in my lifetime, I reckoned they have been slain by the grim hunters," The mage said while stroking his chin with his fingers and with his eyes that glazed with awe. "What are grim hunters?" Kristinov asked ere he raise his head to gaze at the mage while sharpening his blade with the obsidian shard. "You have not heard about the grim hunters? That is bizarre, You live here more than my age" The mage replied with his brow raised with shock, he cannot believe that the Old Stygian Knight have not read the great books about many things about the unman places wherever he reach. "I do not like reading," Kristinov said with his eyes and tone, telling them he performed not like reading. "Either do I" Jhàrold put forward his hand with an honest smile.

The brothers giggle, not showing their smiles to them by heading their heads to the side but their chuckle can prevail eavesdropped on by them. Aerline and the six survivors are already slumbering while they stand not yet asleep. The blaze of their campfire is keeping them awake as well as the howl of the twilight breeze. Kristinov was fully done his sharpening his sword. Jhàrold stood beside them - resting his head on the wood backward, where their camp is nigh on too many trees. With the lucent moon of several wonders, the brothers gaze above with amazement at how beautiful the outside of Connart will be but beneath the pulchritude, there is always a danger. "You two go to sleep," Kristinov said loudly with a normal tone but did not wake the others, he pointed his sights at them to give arise their attention to him. "Are you sure you are not yet drowsy?" The mage's elder brother asked with his brow raised and smile with concern but his emotion did not express he has trust in Kristinov. Kristinov's reply was only a nod which means he accepted he will be up for the night. The brothers did not talk but followed his simple order they do not want their words to be conflicted.

Kristinov nonetheless lays his eyes on Aerline's freckles, gazing at how incredible the incarnadine dots scatter her pale. The darkling strands that lay on her chest, he can glimpse there is not strand left behind her neck as well on her forth and the others yet however slept behind. The eyelashes and gleam on her visage make the Knight fall in love truly more to her even though she prevails as slumber. Jhàrold is dozing with his protection on his body - making Kristinov wonder if he is honestly asleep. The night still occurs above the firmament, yet he's starting to feel drowsy after he gazes his crimson to Aerline's beauty slumber - he put the blaze out with his cast as he swings his glaive above the campfire. "Kristinov" he heard a whisper beside him, he turned but all of them are asleep except for him.

Kristinov heard his name once more, twice, thrice the more he heard his name it gets louder. As he turned around, he behold his Queen, he knew this is not her in his reality only his sanity. "My peerless paramour, thee gaze new affectation to left thou Majesty" Talina whispered through the opaque. He moaned from his headaches suddenly appear like the pain he experiencing from a migraine. The Queen felt that the Black Knight will serve no more for the Queen. He shut his eyes to strive to blind the eye of the pain away in a blink of his sight. The moment he opens, the Queen's pale visage was in front of him. The lips of a poppy became more incarnadine. He glimpses his Queen's eye evolved into a haze and her hair is nonetheless a ray of a morrow. Kristinov panted as she popped suddenly. As Talina touches his chest and arms, the migraine strikes again and again even though she was on his mind - he cannot push her or do anything to shove her back away from him.

"Slaying my pity companions will never help Aerline to fall in love with you, she hardly saw a monster not a wise kind decent man, only you will show them that there is no such mercy existed, you serve me in a decade - showing yourself that you are now will be a good wolf, too bad they are marked you as a puppet, the man with no compassion and love and you are just a slave" Talina whisper in the end in a long second to finish up. Kristinov yelled at his queen, he do not want those words to impale his true identity that will alter it someday but nearly will shatter asunder from her hurtful sharp words. "You a fraud, you are not a witch nor Queen, you are a pawn as well" He fights back with a truth he let out. "Take that back!" The Queen swiftly moved onward onto his face to yell at him. Kristinov did not do anything, he resist the pain and stilly there because he knew she is only in his mind. The Queen strangles him from the truth but he can feel the slight pain in his neck. "How do you know my" the Queen yelled at the end, she was certainly dumbfounded to heed the truth from his brim. The Queen strangles him harder and then she can hear him whimper under his breath. As she let go of her hand off him, Kristinov only panted while stroking his neck. "Your witch told me," he said in a whisper with a pant like he just won a marathon - telling a speech after that. The Queen's eyes were wide open encircled with shock and fear that her pawn is slowly comprehending her identity - it started when he met Aerline.