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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The trek to the witch's house wasn't far from the arena, where the girl had impressively taken down a soul, or an "Anima" as Rue Stonewell and Monty Belinsky pieced together during the fight, to win her mates. Rue and Monty are currently on their way to the witch's home in hopes to collect the first gift for Hebe, the Eternal Life. Rue had no idea what "the tomb of the wicken" actually meant, but she knew the result wouldn't be anything simplistic. The journey here was hectic enough; all the carnivorous plants, the enchanted lake apparently called "Winter Freight," the estrange creatures of Wickentell and their owners' impeccable behaviors, not to mention the Anima Luna was more of a festival of love and explicit passion the teens didn't want to see. The two had paused until they saw the display of light.
The first clue to their "wicken" was the candle that never stayed lit. Hecate had given the two a satchel with many supplies; a never-lighting candle and golden holder, an antique peach, a bottled rose, two vampire fangs, four starfish attached to one another, a ball of yarn, an antique teardrop diamond necklace, and a piece of ripped, black fabric. Monty had suggested the items were clues to find the ingredients. Both had no idea what the clues meant or how they were supposed to find each of the mystery ingredients to have their parents back, no matter how annoyed or infuriated they had been at times with them.
Monty continues to carry the satchel around the entire time they trekked through Wickentell. When they finally arrived to a small township called "Elementary Village," Rue quickly pointed out their food supply, causing the two to follow a large group of males in nice clothing. These men were burly and rugged, yet fresh and sharp. She was the one to hide themselves in the bushes until the speech from an older man came to an end. When the two finally began to venture out, they found the Elders, hoping they could clear their misunderstandings.
Approaching an Elder with brown locks, Rue injects, "Excuse me, how can we find—"
The Elders snapped their attention towards the newcomers, sensing their weakness. An Elder with white hair smirks darkly at the two. "Humans," he laughs dryly. "How.. expected."
The female Elder Rue had decided to detour from her conversation stares menacingly towards the two. "How coold yen 'ave past Win'er Freigh's? I thought we had laid e'ery 'rap we had," she grumbles. Her hair graces her face lightly as she sips on her frothing drink. The green of her irises beam into Monty's for a split second before they're connection is interrupted. The witch is suddenly captivated.
Rue frowns, annoyed by their disrespectful comments. "We're looking for Damara, Bringer of Light." She ignores their earlier input, standing proud for her and her step-sibling.
The golden-eyed witch suddenly perked his ears at the mention of his youngest protege. He sips his glass for a moment while Rue waits patiently, hoping she came to the right place. "Damara, yen said?" The Elder's irises flicker from his cup to the dark eyes of Rue Stonewell. He briefly passed through her memories before pausing. His brows fuse together, before locating his partner.
