{Tors' PoV}
Slash, dodge, slash, dodge.This whole kingdom was filled with the Firos clan of the East, one of the smaller ones, but still large enough to eradicate our whole safehouse.
This Eastern clan was ruled by Mian, a man shaped from cooled magma and ashes.And Mian was who I was looking for.
Propelling myself into the air that was now thick with smoke, I began to soar further and further away from the palace.
{Fae's PoV}
The sight I reawakened to was Lance, fighting off creatures coming from every side. Both he and I knew that he wouldn't last much longer.
"Karu, shield Lance!" My voice was loud enough to pierce his focus, and with a determined nod, he converted his energy into Lance's favour.The creatures, noticing this change, charged straight for Karu; whose face was now pale.
Something reacted within me, and suddenly I was charging forward too, a scowl carved into my face.
A sword - transparent, yet shining - appeared in my hands.I now knew exactly what to do.
{Karu's PoV}
I couldn't help the awe that overcame me. Fae, a 16 year old human girl, was flipping over heads, and boxing these creatures with one hand.
It was almost a let down to see them all killed, and her standing there as her eyes went back from blood ruby crescents to the blue and green vines.I could see Lance staring as well, but something was in those eyes. It was malice, or lust. Fae turned, going to check if he was alright.
Frowning, I thought. Theya will have to read his emotions later: or else the StanceMaster might be in trouble.{Tors PoV}
Mian.Standing right in front of me, smirking smugly, with his fiery red hair and dancing ruby eyes. He was like a human wildfire, able to summon the power of flames at any point he desired.
"Ah, Tors, we meet again." His smirk had turned to a childish grin - he almost looked delighted.
"Yes. I see you've grown."
"But of course! I now rule the Eastern clan after my fathers' death a month ago..." His eyes flashed. "A tragic death it was."
My eyebrows narrowed, as Mian refocused on me, his eyes glinting coldly.
"And I suppose..."Ssssss....
"You would like to join him?"
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Consuming Darkness
FantasyDimensions we call voids have opened in our atmosphere. Any country unlucky enough to have a void above them, is a country waiting for death. For strange things come out of these voids, deformed creatures, glowing objects, and things with unbelieva...