He's the 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 knight.
She's the 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.
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BOOK 1 | CELESTIAL FLAMES SAGA
⚜️ PLOT ⚜️
Tormented by his curse, 𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐑, a Changeling raised among the Unseelie Fairies, hunts Demons. The world he lives in, Draiganteor, is populated by al...
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"DAMN FEMALE," GROWLS Xirhel.
The prince panics. "They found us! Staying here was all it took for this to happen!" He clings to Xirhel's shoulders to also look outside, standing on tiptoe.
Analyzing the situation, their clothes are new and look clean and fresh. Maybe they escaped from Taladaoine by taking the magical ship that travels at the speed of lightning; if they did, their journey was short. But the difficult part was the forest and its dangers. I don't know how much time is passing here in the mansion, and it's disheartening to feel crystallized in such a prison.
My vision focuses on the external scene, as if I were seeing from Xirhel and Bell's perspective. They are in a treehouse, viewing from above, and beyond the green foliage, I can distinguish Gazazhel, dressed as the white knight, and her guild. She is on her steed, ordering her men to search the forest. The Fairies fly haphazardly, some locking themselves in their houses, others calling for help.
A round carriage arrives on the scene, its roof shaped like transparent petals. The wheels, intertwined with ivy branches, spin rapidly, leaving a trail of dust identical to that of fairy wings. The creatures pulling and urgently landing it are the Lumiscura, friendly giant weasels with very soft fur that fly with their moth-like wings, observing the world with their intelligent, curious eyes.
I will never forget that carriage, especially who is emerging from it: Sibilla, the progenitor of the Seelie Fairies. She and I... we know each other. I am sure that from her perspective, we are on bad terms. The pastel green chiffon skirt of her dress drags across the well-tended vegetation.
