The Magi Hunter (Editing)

Chapter 19,- The Frost Palace

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Previously in The Magi Hunter:

"Something happened to Eve, I could feel it." He quickly turned around, grabbing the robe hanging from a chair near the window, rushing past Connor who didn't seem to know what he was going to do with himself.

Hailen stormed out of the room, making the rest of the pack walking around the hallway halt in their steps. With confident steps he walked towards the living room where Patricia sat calmly.

"Splendid. You're awake." She spoke bored, her eyes never leaving the page in front of her.

"Tell me about the Frost Palace. Now."

"Demanding now, are we?" She only mused pack, sipping on the red liquid in her cup.

"Patricia." Growling he stepped towards her, making her throw her arms up in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, calm it now. I'll tell you." She motioned for the chair beside her and Hailen sat down stiffly, his muscles tense.

Patricia sighed heavily, before starting off with the story of The Frost Palace.

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"Deep in the forest that no one can find there lies a palace. It's walls are made of deep eternal ice and the floors are as polished as a frozen lake. From the ceiling hangs icicles shaped like crystal chandeliers, the light bouncing off  every wall like everything was surrounded by mirrors. Even so in a place like this, the shadows seemed to survive, lurking around in every room and every little corridor.

In a place like this one of the great fairy lords live, with his servants of  redcaps and other vile creatures of the darkest fairytales.

He, the fairy lord, the master of the palace, is the master of ice, and arrives in the world together with the winter itself.

There is a saying about this place, that once you've walked inside, you won't be coming out as yourself. The palace itself being the beacon of magic, and only listens to its master, putting whatever enchantment the master orders on the ones who enter.

Many have been said to enter, only to never return to the world ever again. Those who did return could not tell where they had been, nor what they had seen. 

For the palace swallow everyone whole, and all its secrets is kept within. 

But one little secret once got out to the world, for the master had been careless with the palace's spells. 

The story of a dagger, so powerful that it could control anyone's mind. It can creep into your dreams, your nightmares, your wishes and it will crush every single one of these things if it is ever used. You yourself as a person will perish, your soul will be nothing but anger and despair. A weapon the holder of the dagger of dreams can wield as they wish. 

No one knows where the dagger is now, but rumor has it that it is out in the world, after someone escaped with it, and the master of the castle, Erkirhul, will stop for nothing to once possess the power of the dagger of dreams. 

He will keep anyone he suspects to know about the dagger's whereabouts in his palace, keeping them there until they don't even know where they come from.

The dagger of dreams and the magical palace will once again be one, when the collector of magic and blood once again will stand before the master in utter surrender to him."