A Human with a secret heritage.
A Nephilim determined to save his world.
A Light Fey running from a dark past.
An Elven Princess who lost her kingdom.
And the missing Fifth.
In a future where races that were never thought to exist roam the n...
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Camellia Kain
Camellia stood by the wall of the training room, watching from the windows as the sun inched closer to the horizon. Around her, she could hear the clash of rapiers as the others- Sylvia, Evianna, the two Nephilim boys, and the Human- prepared for tomorrow. Earlier that morning, the six of them had all met in Alison's office to discuss their plan of action after they'd released Evianna from their prison. Tomorrow morning they would leave in search of the fifth marked one and the ruin with the "weapon". There was just one flaw in her plan.
None of them knew their way through The Empty Peaks, so who better to be their guide than the Prince of Darkness himself. The Prince was nowhere to be seen and Camellia knew what the Dark Fey would demand one she found him: A deal. In order to take them through the mountains, she would have to make a deal with him. She could not decide if the trip was worth it or not. As a Light Fey, or as any sane person, she should be jumping at the opportunity to save the world, to do whatever was necessary.
So why did she have an unpleasant feeling about this?
"Teach me how to use a bow." The demand came from Camellia's left.
She turned to find Sylvia, standing crossed arm in training clothes. She was watching Camellia with eager eyes.
"Why?" Camellia asked in return.
"My mom was a skilled archer, and if this turns south, I am going to need a way to defend myself," Sylvia explained.
"I mean, why me? You can ask one of the Nephilim." Camellia specified. She wasn't up to playing trainer.
"Well, I am asking you. Not to mention," Sylvia's voice dropped to nearly a whisper. "You're the only one here I trust."
Camellia couldn't help but feel guilty at the statement. The Elf trusted her so easily, even though Camellia was lying to her face. Lying to all of them.
"Alright." Camellia agreed, and Sylvia beamed. "Pick a bow."
Sylvia marched over to the stone wall lined with an assortment of weapons. They were all beautifully crafted, the swords long and sharp, the bows and arrows made of a smooth, silver metal. Even the string of the bow seemed to shimmer as Sylvia pulled it back. Her thin arms trembled with the effort.
"You're weak. You can barely pull the string back, more or less shoot it." Camellia told the Princess.
"Then I'll practice on our way to the ruin."
"There is no practicing until you become stronger."
"No," Sylvia declared. "We start today."
"If anything, Princess, your overconfidence is going to get you killed," Camellia replied.
Sylvia scowled. "It's not overconfidence if I know I can do it."
"Fine. Give it your best shot." Camellia challenged, gesturing to the other side of the room where three targets were set up. Between them and the target were the three Nephilim and Human training. "If you managed to hit the target and not one of our companions, I will train you."
