The Empress of HellFire. The Emperor of Ice Storms. Together as one, they will tear the world apart. Stranded in a kingdom with their paths intertwined, the fight to reclaim what was once lost will draw nothing but blood and fury.
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Venix Draywin...
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The next two weeks passed by in relative peace. Lucien found himself slowly adjusting to the long voyage ahead, his dwindling sleeping hours no longer affecting him and his magic no longer simmering underneath his blood, begging for rest.
The only view that had accompanied him was the vast sea in front of him, appreciating the light that sparkled on the water's surface during the daytime and the moon's shadow that danced beneath at night.
Though he knew he was not lonely on this trip, it often felt like it. Arsen and Talon were on their separate ship, sailing closely behind with their voices distant enough to hear but too far away to make out each voice. Darren was busying himself with the navigation and scoping, directing Lucien towards a faster path that would hopefully cut their voyage by a few days.
Venix was often below or above deck, researching the kingdoms they traveled past through the books she found. Elinwy trailed her side at all times, finding comfort in his new master. Peace reigned between all of them, perhaps too persistent but nothing that should ever be complained about.
The early morning sun burned him as he took a break from the wheel of the ship, handing over that responsibility to Darren who took pride in navigating them through the rough seas. The siphon climbed up to the top of the sails, balancing on the wooden beams that overlapped each other and grasping on to the rigid ropes that crossed over.
The thick sails were channeled with air, billowing as they provided fuel for the ship to push forward. In front of him, he could see nothing but crystal waters with very few landscapes scattered across the horizon. A low snarl from below caught his attention and his eyes diverted to the deck below him.
Elinwy stalked across the deck, his amber eyes twinkling like pools of honey under the morning sun. Behind him was Venix, her white hair blowing in the wind. Today, she had strayed from her usual dark attire, opting for a grey dress that swayed to her feet. Her arms were covered but he could still make out the satin-covered daggers she hid underneath.
She had abandoned her usual cloak, allowing her neck to be exposed to the sun. Lucien stopped for what seemed like forever, admiring the witch from afar as she flipped through a book in her hand. His intense stare admired the way she curled herself on the deck, numerous books in her hands as she flipped through the yellow pages, her violet eyes focused on the words in front of her.
From his perspective, she looked peaceful. One hand rested on the wolf's black fur as the other flipped through the pages, nothing but her shallow breaths leaving her lips. Smiling to himself, Lucien turned around and began to descend from the sails, sliding down the ropes and wooden beams until he was on the main deck once again.
Venix looked up as he approached her, the hint of a smile on her face. "Done hanging from the ropes?" she asked as he stood before her, his tall stature casting a dark shadow over hers. He shrugged, casting a quick gaze over to Elinwy. "I'm taking a break. Mind if I sit?"
