Cyan in Avalon

Cyan in Avalon

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"Please help me." At the echo of her words, the portal shot open. Cyan felt the cold shock hit her wet face and blow her hair to the wall behind her, inching back as a strong stormy wind blew from the strange portal. She could feel rain droplets hit her face, and tiny, amazingly saturated green leaves shot through the water and into her room. Then something poked through the center. She jumped back, pinning herself to the wall behind her bed, and stared, dumbfounded at the hand, obviously a man's hand. The hands cupped her cheeks, stopping as they brushed by Cyan's tears. Cyan blushed, and tried to pull away. They gripped her face, and Cyan froze as they wiped away the wet trails. Flustered at all the attention, even if it was just a dream, she cried harder. The hands had stopped. Suddenly, the left hand gripped hers, squeezing so hard Cyan flinched. Both grasped, Cyan being jerked to the portal. She twisted around frantically, clutching her bed as the arms released her arm and grasped her legs. She whimpered in fear as her legs were pulled through the portal. And with one more tug, Cyan's hands slipped and she was dragged away into what she would find was: Avalon. * She cried and cried, smacking her hand against her burning forehead, causing the heat to grow hotter. Cyan grew angry at the thoughts that crossed her mind for she knew they spouted lies. Poor thing, thought Zethan, watching her cry. It gave him glee. "Have you had enough, black rabbit?" He sneered. "Poor black rabbit...." He chuckled. "...she's blocked from remembering what would destroy her. Not even I could save you after that." He smiled. "Yes, poor black rabbit. If you can't handle this, I suppose I'll have to drag you through the rest. Because there is no way, no goddamn way that I'll rest until you've seen every terror, curse, and tragedy you've inflicted upon this beautiful world I call home."
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"The past haunts you, flowing through your veins like water..." Cyris Castellan is a young man with water magic and royal blood. When he was a child, his home was attacked and destroyed by gruesome magic users. They killed his family, orphaning Cyris. Although he survived his dark childhood, the evil warlocks from his past continue to hunt him, determined to end his lineage. For years Cyris has been jumping from city to city, never staying in one place for too long... He eventually gets to the city of Silverport, where he unexpectedly meets a young woman at a bar. He's instantly entranced by her, which leads to an emotional chain reaction Cyris isn't ready for. ~*~ "...but if you aren't careful, water can turn to ice, and freeze." Rosanna Everly is a young woman with ice magic. And she is running from her past and for her life. Wanted for a crime she committed by accident, Rosanna ends up in Silverport. Unable to control her powers, she hides her emotions in order to conceal her magic. But then she comes face to face with a mysterious man in the bar she works at. He offers her a deal. If she helps him defeat a group of magic users, he'll teach her to control her powers. Rosanna agrees, but discovers that there's more to this man than she thought. Terrified of hurting him with her magic, she tries to fight herself. But the heart is not so easily swayed... ~*~ "And when water and ice meet, they create a storm." Caught up in a war against the Trillium Regime, Cyris and Rosanna learn from each other as they deal with their inner demons. She is haunted by visions, while he is tormented by his own guilt over not being able to protect those close to him. Cyris must literally confront his past, while Rosanna is forced to consider the idea that there is more to her life than she thought. With secrets and sorrow, their own personal storms become powerful. And yet, to win the war, they'll need to overcome their storms... @AriellexParker is the co-author of this story

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