Slowburn | Enemies to lovers | dark romance | false prophets | Space Opera | triangle | strong femme characters | eventual Romance | Eventual smut |
A desperate Baron.
A yearning Duke.
A woman who weaves destruction with an army of fire.
In the m...
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// This chapter was really hard to write so I am sorry if it doesn't meet expectations. It will be more concise from here, just had to set a first scene.
The high house of Moritani had been braced to fall from the time of its conception, and no soul knew that better than Eidan Moritani.
A demise, written long before the first men set foot on the jaws of the dragon, had loomed over his existence from the initial breath. Fate slid along the shadows and harkened him near. It convinced his mother to give birth in a cavern rather than the palace and sent a breakbat wing into the engine of Caros' plane. It drew the Galicine to Grummon and stranded a woman in the barrens.
There was absolutely nothing out of destinies reach.
"Why do they have red eyes?" Hawk asked, bracing herself against the caverns entrance. She hadn't let go of her sword hilt for nearly an hour, not even long enough to let one of the Alica clean her wounds.
Eidan dropped another piece of driftwood into the fire before it burnt down to embers. The caverns were cool at night, near freezing for a man, merely uncomfortable for an Alica.
"Why do yours glow blue?" Sempir asked, sucking his teeth at her. The young man wasn't quite adept at the common tongue so the syllables all mashed together in a flurry.
"Inbreeding, probably," she deadpanned.
"It's from the calcite," Eidan added, "They use it for everything, it sustains them and acts as power source."
Hawk peered to the high ceilings coated with crimson crystals. They jutted down in spikes, swords with perfectly sharpened tips. It wasn't easy to stare directly at them for extended periods, like looking into a lit flame mere inches from one's face.
"Piezoelectric energy," Hawk mused, "I thought that was completely banned within the order."
"You can't ban something if you don't know it exists," Caro's said. He didn't look much better, even with the constant care from Sempir and other healers. A boulder had completely crushed his arm on the first day and the bones had yet to reconfigure. "One of those spikes could power a ship for three hundred miles, and they have millions of them."
"Best keep it hidden then," Hawk sighed, "Or they'll rape it and sell you for parts."
Sempir stood and tried again to approach her. Eidan could not tell if that was out of annoyance for the scent of her wounds, or the fact that he hadn't seen a human woman before. She leaned further into the wall and raised her lip.
"Those cuts will fester," Eidan said.
"I've managed in worse conditions," she snapped. The battle had done a good bit of tear on her skin. It told him everything he needed to know about what had ensued. Fires, singed at the tips of her long hair. Combat, a streak of dirt over her brow. A long chase, the flush of her cheeks that would not dissipate, as if she had been running for an eternity.
