Chosen Chronicles; Book One. ???
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The Anima Luna is coming fast, and for a certain witch, her soon-to-be chosen mates are on their way to claim what's theirs.
Can the Chosen be allowed to choose, o...
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I definately wasn't smiling when I heard the cheers of the crowd. They were roaring through the thick hardwood doors, cheering for a fight, for blood. They were either entertainment drained or blood thirsty. I took a guess at with species was making which thunderous applause. Four Watchers were placed about the area as Trance and I listen to the uproar of the crowd. My heart raced in my chest as my eyes follow the intricate design carved into the polished entrance.
"Hey," Trance laces his fingers through mine. My eyes flicker from the frame to his bright lilac orbs. His smile brought an instant relief deep within my soul.
"Don't think. Breathe and find an opening. Don't wander with your eyes. Stay focused. Don't forget about your boots." The Wicken reminds me with stern eyes.
Trance steps closer until his breathe fanned my lips. He stares into my eyes with hope and worry shining through. We gaze into each other's eyes until he breaks our eye contact to kiss my forehead softly.
"Never stop shining," whispers Trance.
My heart melts as he releases me from his hands and smiles proudly at me. It was the last time we would ever touch, the last time I'll ever see him as my partner, and I just about missed it. With a heavyhearted nod to Trance's sappy yet bold disposition, the doors open and the smell of burning wood comes to my senses. Without looking back, I step into the arena with hope and fear in my heart. I wanted to win, but I was afraid of dying.
Dying meant an eternal damnation without Theros and Thesis.
Once I step foot into the arena, I'm no longer a Wicken. I'm a lowly witch who has to earn her right to stay alive and prove I am worthy enough to bond with two Wolvenrians. Our laws are specific by each species we mate with besides our own. I had to prove to not only my old fellow Wickens, but the Wolvenrians as well. If at any time the males who had chose me decide I'm no longer worthy, I fight for my freedom.
Either way, it's death or freedom.
And I wanted that freedom like nothing I've ever wanted before. The thought of a life without Theros and Thesis is painful for me. I have to win for them; I have to win for myself. I have to prove to not only both species, but to myself that I am a true Wicken.
So what will this Wicken do? Prevail.
I didn't bother looking into the crowd, seeing so many familiar and unfamiliar faces would be too emotion. I took my first step onto the sandy floor. Hesitantly, I walk towards the middle of the huge circular arena where the thirteen elders resided. Each of them were the wisest of the elements, signifying the full circle divided by runic and arcanic. Elder Roarke, Consumer of Flame, stood before me with Elder Madea, Growth of Life, and my teacher, Elder Aile, Fighter of Light. The Grand Three, as they're called, stand before me as the rest of the elemental elders sat on their woven thrones.
