The truth hidden behind the moon's shadow was not easy to unveil. Now the fight for freedom will be all blood and bones. War is brewing on the edge of the horizon and kingdoms will fall at the tip of her blade.
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Onyx Ashrevion is a demi-hybrid an...
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Needless to say, Onyx didn't utter much to Rheynoak throughout the day.
The anger burning throughout her body was too much to handle, too consuming and hot for her brain to properly function on the cruel words she wanted to curse at him. Instead, she just ducked her head when his presence was near, choosing to not fall under his hard gazes.
Although his words were not to be taken lightly. When he had told her that she was not permitted to train, he meant it, casting spells on all of the training grounds and rooms that only isolated her from entering.
It was quite nerve wracking, not being able to release her anger in a sword fighting match or punch the leather bags with violence.
So instead, the Mind Siphon spent the rest of the day riding on top of Aithne through the vast desert lands within the brass gates, sharpening her mighty sword with a dagger she kept in her cloak.
The ruby centered in the middle glittered under the bright sunlight, seeming more of a rose hue rather than a bloody color. The crafted blade winked under the light like diamonds, sharpened at the tip by the rugged dagger that scraped along the sides and down the middle.
Aithne whined softly, her hooves clapping against the soft sand, her gold chains whistling against her mane as she trudged along the desert. Her golden eyes pooled with fire, her midnight blue mane disappearing under shades.
Ordering the horse back to the stables, the siphon traced the edge of the sword with her thumb, humming quietly to herself as Aithne secured herself in her own spot in the stables, neighing sadly as her master retrieved off of her, sword in hand.
"Don't worry, darling" Onyx whispered, petting the bridge of her nose lightly. "I'll be back for you soon." And with that, she placed a kiss on the horse's head before walking away, letting go of the golden reins. With a little bit of daylight sun still burning on the horizon, the Mind Siphon resorted to something more thoughtful.
Something she had pushed away into the darkness since she was assigned her mission to go to Serius. Personally, the guilt has been eating her up ever since she had settled back into her regular pace around the desert and she desperately wanted to find answers to the questions she had put on hold.
Breathing out an icy sigh, the Mind Siphon made her way over to her hut and swung the door open. The strong aroma of burning wax met her nose, engulfing the whole room in its powerful scent as the door swung closed.
Collapsing on her bed, Onyx reached under the mattress to retrieve the numerous books and papers she kept under there, laying them out on the soft sheets before flipping them open. Candlelight wavered slightly on the paper, dying slowly as she flipped through the pages.
Running her fingers through her hair once again, Onyx took a deep breath and dived into the notes about the war on Gwanchu lake. The same place her faceless parents had left her to die while a war was raging on.
