For years, Calissa has dreamed of her curse breaking. But when it finally does, she was in no where prepared for what happened next.
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Years have passed since she has escaped the tower and all the weakness she had formed are now stuffed insi...
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"The goal will be to infiltrate the castle unnoticed."
Calissa looked at the brown map of the kingdom on the table. The castle was in the centre of it all, standing proud and strong over all the other smaller villages. Rivers and moats surrounded the castle as a defense against enemies and a tall, stone wall proved to be a difficult obstacle to penetrate.
"The conscripted men will be picked up in a few days," Simon gestured to the announcement of the draft on the table. It's ink was swirly and neat, clearly written by a professioned scribe, "The king is looking for more soldiers for his army and this is the perfect time to get within the castle walls. Since you are a girl, you will disguise yourself and enter into the group unnoticed and join the army."
The flaming torches around the room flickered, casting shadows on their faces. Ave was leaning against the wall, sharpening his knife as he listened. The occasional clash of rock and metal pierced through the air. His dark eyes flickered about the room. Rudi was lying on the stone ground, sleeping soundlessly beside Ave's feet.
Swords and weapons glinted in the dim light with maps and parchment was scattered all over the room. Chairs and tables were by the walls with shelves full of books and documents, full of information. There were no doors, no windows. It felt like prison.
