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Souls of the Damned

Many aeons ago, in a land filled with riches and abundance, where peace reigned unhindered by anything, lived a kind called A'Khina. The realm was painted with lush greenery, its meadows were filled with blooming colours, and its sun was just warm enough so everything could grow and thrive. Seasons changed, and a new ruler rose, determined to bring change into the realm and show her people that there was so much that they hadn't seen or experienced. She broke the sacred law that had kept her kind safe for such a long time and allowed for the very first entry into their realm to one other kind. One man from a realm filled with abundance brought with him sparkling stones and precious metals, which began to ornate the Queen's Palace and the homes of the A'khina. The man was a merchant, one of the lowest of his guild, and his name was N'gatarkan. Time passed, and the man was allowed entry once every season to bring in his precious stones in exchange for grains and food. He slowly began to earn their trust, and with each visit, he found out more about the realm, and the more found he began coveting the power that made that realm so special. Many seasons passed, and he began planning and scheming an uprise and taking the power that he wanted for himself, and with it, the demise of an entire kind began, and he became the first of his kind. Aeons passed once more, and peace reigned in the realm until one day, the power he had coveted for himself, others wanted it just like he did. And a silent war began between what they called the First One and the powerful entities that desired to wield that power. To save his people and himself, he returned to his roots and bargained his precious life and the power he held in exchange for the safety of his kind, the sithrians. Until one day, when a girl was born unlike any other of her kind, with her white hair and sparkling emerald green eyes that held the promise of change but also led to her kind's demise once more. And thus our story begins.....

Blythe_Wood · Fantasy
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475 Chs

Defiance

Under the gentle caress of the southerly breeze and the balmy autumn morning, Iris and Corvin strolled through the citadel, keenly observing the damage. Piles of rubble, and broken-off pieces of walls scattered in the small alleys of the citadel. Claw marks scarred the stone builds, windows shattered here, there and everywhere. With his hands in his pockets, Corvin strolled, relishing the soothing warmth of the sun bathing the southern lands. The season would change soon once more.

He'd stop here and there to make conversation with the people. Light-hearted conversation, on various topics that he found pertinent to the situation at hand. The smile on his lips never faded, as if the Corvin she'd met in the North was a distant different person to the man that had enslaved her.

Corvin sucked a breath and halted his steps before the north gate of the citadel. At least were there was a gate, once upon a-time. Now, it was nothing more than just another misshapen hole in the wall.

" It will take time," He mused out loud, as he reprised his steps without adding more.

" So," He turned to her with furrowed brows," How is slave life treating you so far," Her blood boiled in an instant at the reminder that she was his prisoner. When she was about to change her mind about him, the troglodyte made a grand appearance.

" I will kill you," Iris seethed through clenched teeth and turned around to face the other way.

" I can't even stand the sight of you, " She added as she moved her feet towards a former tavern. There was a lot of former everything in the citadel.

" You had no trouble looking at me this morning," Corvin quipped, as he approached and squeezed her behind, making Iris jump and turn to him.

" Bastard," Followed by a slap, and she stormed off, trotting the ground beneath her feet hard enough to cause little tremors.

" Prissy," Corvin grumbled, as he moved his feet, and casually strolled back towards the castle grounds. Reprising soaking the last summer sunshine.

And he did so for hours on end perched on the ruins of a small building as he watched the people of the citadel, clearing rubble, mending walls, patching up roofs, and cleaning houses. Tasks meant to help bring a sense of normalcy in their lives, perhaps.

Dreissen was his home. The dwelling lay behind a ridge out of sight, guarded by two towering monoliths. Out of sheer luck, it escaped through the claws of the shikari. Still intact whilst its few remaining denizens fought the war. Now was empty. Home for the wild animals that sheltered there. Deserted, but intact.

Corvin sighed and raised his head when the sound of footsteps approaching interrupted his thoughts.

" Evin," He said before the boy began the long string of greetings customary to the aristocratic society. Although he didn't seem to be born noble. The stammering and the lack of flow in his speech betrayed as much.

" Is it true...There are whispers in the castle that Iris is your...," He cut himself off when Corvin raised his hand and jumped off the wall.

" I'll tell you something boy," He glanced over his shoulder," Is none of your business," He patted him on the back, bumped his jaw with his fist and winked before taking his leave.

Whispers or not, it was to be expected that his sudden appearance in the South would create some unease among the people.

Wandering through the corridors of the castle, a little aimless, Corvin poked his head to have a peak inside the chambers of the castle.

The one that he'd been given was what appeared to be a servant's quarter.

Deep within the castle, before a double door floor to ceiling, Corvin stood, unsure if he should look inside. Gathering from the intricate carvings on the wooden door and the coat of arms it appeared to be the royal suite.

After pondering for a brief instant, he decided against it and turned on his heels.

Iris wouldn't want to live in there and he wasn't sure he would either.

With a deep breath, he pushed the door to the chamber they shared open and spotted Iris perched on the bed leafing through a ledger.

" I thought I made myself clear," Corvin kicked off his boots, and raised his head to look at her," When you are within the walls of this chamber you'll wear no garments of any kind," Corvin tugged on his tunic and threw it on the bed.

" No," Iris drawled, " I will do no such thing," Iris snapped and straightened herself on the bed. Defiance was all the rage, by the looks of it.

Corvin inwardly chuckled," Strip or I'll do it myself. It won't be pleasant if I have to do it," Corvin added in a more docile tone.

"No," A definite no, as Iris jumped off the bed and grabbed his sword.

In one single lunge over the bed, Corvin stood before her, with his sword kissing his neck. After two attempts, he was sure that Iris either didn't want him dead or couldn't bring herself to kill him.

Slowly, Corvin curled his fingers around the edge, smiling. Swiftly, he tugged the blade out of Iris's hand and threw it on the floor.

Despite him being in advantage, in her eyes, there was no fear, nor hatred. Anger swirled violently within those emerald green eyes.

" One last time," Humour laced his tone," Undress," He finished, shoving his hands in his pockets, waiting for her to do as she was told.