Chabone- Part 1

He was a powerful man, feared and respected.

Power was often a terrible burden to be carried, but someone else should have it. It was exactly how James de Macgrover felt on that cold morning, as he watched darkly like clouds carried in the heavy sky.

Another storm was approaching. His darkest and most severe gaze returned to the cargo that had been intercepted by his men. He was the regent for years of a powerful clan and leader of the Order of Light. A heavy, boring breath escaped his severe mouth. It was because of atrocities such as those that the Order had achieved terrible fame over the years. Witch hunters!

The conductor's contempt was evident. Nothing was discovered with the interrogation of the prisoners. It did not take much for the Court of Succession to decide to involve the Corsican Armada in the matter. James shook his head ruefully. They were sorcerers. There was an Elementary Law that should never be violated. Humans should not know about their existence. However, some sorcerers decided to abandon customs and traditions. Magic always arouses interest in those who seek wealth, power and glory. He wondered how many lives were wasted for so little.

The shipment brings a precious cargo to smugglers in the artifact and manufacture of valuable amulets. Sorcerer's eyes always retain magic even after the body's death. The eyes were considered mirrors of souls. He was supposed to provide a ritual for the innocent people killed because of the illegal and degrading trade, with an honorable rest, but there was no possibility. He did not intend to risk his loyal sentries being discovered by human guards.

If there is an intervention in the Sucessorium, soon, there will be an arrival of wolves. Wizards and wolves were rivals of nature. A silent war has also been fought and innocent lives lost in perhaps unnecessary conflicts. Only everything had suddenly changed. Since Koriander's death, James was surprised to think about his dead wife.

Do not allow yourself to think or remember. He was a man who always kept his promises. His biggest mistake and weakness had the lives of the two most important people in his life. The wife and her small daughter. For a moment, James thought about his missing daughter. Did a child survive the merciless attack on Glenhouse? Koriander, far from the clan rivalries, decides to look for his sister, Lady Lizandra, for whom a peace treaty was signed.

James found only the body of the young, lifeless wife. The child she brought in her womb has not yet been born simply to be taken without anything being found. The sorcerers had accepted a provocation as a declaration of war against the wolves. Sometimes, James saw Lizandra and daughters with envy and spite. Humans were merciless in hunting witches and sorcerers. The castle was invaded and like women accused of witchcraft purified in faith by their uncompromising religion. James imagines a young wife with magic and regret. She had died young. The wolves managed to save much of the castle's population, rescuing a lady Lizandra, but there was no combination of them by a helpless witch. If a child has seriously survived almost a teenager.

The oracles of his people had prophesied or the birth of a mestizo. For decades, they did not have the honor of a mixed-race in the clan. There was sadness in the old man imagining a girl who should have grown up in his domain, learning to master magic and never walk the paths of Glenhouse. Koriander has a hope that the birth of the child can bring peace and unity between rival clans. A mestizo was always the chosen mate of pack alpha.

The dreamed of peace would bring an end to successive battles, saved innocent old lives. He knew that both wolves and sorcerers were at risk of extinction.

Their world was threatened with an end. That unborn child could have brought a new beginning, a new era. Everything was lost. The war had continued more mercilessly than before. Once again, Glenhouse was attacked. This time, a Succession Court had interfered by bringing the dreaded Ichichos, in an attempt to ban a war between them.

James had not ordered the place to be rebuilt. The frightened survivors had fled and sought isolation in the hope that they could live safely hidden. He resented and bitterly agreed with the chances of his people. Sorcerers sought revenge. The Order of Light brings together strong and powerful warriors like never before. There were still those who asked for the 4 Pieces found and that could be restored. He shook his head with growing dismay.

The years weighed on his shoulders. He was old and tired. I would have accepted death at the end of the journey. By Hécate! I had everything. Cursed werewolves. A high-pitched, furious cry sparked his tumultuous thoughts. He looks around with little patience. Valerius was his most loyal trusted man. Sometimes Victor was in the habit of exaggerating his orders.

-Victor, Victor. We are not killers like wolves! - His voice sounded strong, however. - We didn't find what we were looking for. The traffickers escaped. Gather our sorcerers and make sure there are no witnesses.

His gaze was relentless for the man who was brought in by the sentries. James uses not to notice deep cuts that mark the man's face and remove his nose with displeasure. The problems never came alone.

-We found this wolf in the distances, my lord! - Victor Valerius recorded elated in his moment of glory.

James looked at the puzzled boy. Including they killed wolves. Why should that particular one be so important?

- I can watch, Victor. - He reluctantly agreed. - I need our sorcerers to be away from here or as soon as possible. I don't want humans to see us. Those who were unhappy to watch or who were here must be silenced without pain or suffering.

Victor was careful to hide his anger at the orders. It was a war. James was sometimes too tolerant. It took a firm and energetic pulse to fight wolves.

-My lord, I have news that should interest you. -Victor bowed in a respectful bow. - This ... this wolf brings reports that can be heard by your highness.

James de Macgrover turned back to his suspicious man.

- What do you mean by that?

Victor smiled too confidently. James knew the boy's ambition.

- My lord had the ability to read minds. You can test the same or what I found out. Valerius' voice was loud so that everyone could hear.

James could curse. Victor tried to incite the sentries against the wolves once again. The injured wolf was an old man and had visible signs of being tortured. Irritation crossed his face. His sentries knew his orders. Neither women, children or babies can be hurt or harassed in this war. He again split the decision. The eyes accuse a young man or a target with hatred before the bodies of the murdered parents. That suffering-laden look was put a little on the deaths caused by wizards in hunting wolves.Valerius pushed the man violently in front of him.

-Kneel down, animal t is the lord of the White Order who is in front of you. Show respect and reverence. - The order came abruptly. The wolf swallowed an entangled groan and spat on the ground with contempt.

-Victor, Victor. I already explained to you ...

-You can change your thinking when listening to a newborn child was welcomed by the pack as one of your own. A girl. The child was born on the same day that Mrs. Koriander found death in the merciless hands of these animals, my lord.

James de Macgrover's eyes sparkle in fury. A girl?

-Talk, wolf! he ordered brusquely. He was a sorcerer. Dominate magic like no other in your clan. There were spells that cast the truth. Without any created or enchanted piety, projected with violence before the man who suffers for his feet making him pant.

- Die, miserable. - The wolf screamed wildly.

James either faced anger. He was very careful to control or destroy explosives and violations in those years. Someone needs to curb his people's revenge fury. Take a deep breath and your eyes are silvery like the moonlight.

-DOMINUS!

That spell was always painful. The more the person resisted, the greater the pain that dominated him. As the editions of the wolf in front of him were clean, but James showed no pity. He was also a warrior. Valerius lowered his face to hide the sudden pleasure. It was a pleasure to note that the lord regent reacted to the news with fury. The old king still secretly harbored hopes that they might be a princess taken alive. Another more painful moan echoed. The wolf squirmed again in agony.

-Pay respect for the child. - Victor ordered exultantly pressing his fingers soaked with wolf grass on the exposed part of his shoulder.

-The child! -James' voice was relentless steel that induced his will. The caused man snarled, showing uselessly as helpless fangs. James' gaze, however, showed no compassion when returning a project with all the force or tone of command required for anyone to be obeyed.-The child, wolf. What was done by the child?

-The child ... the child was brought to the castle by Lady Lizandra. The voice was apathetic and airy.

A flash of pain crossed by a unique moment or look at the conductor. He thought of Koriander again. Lizandra was her sister. Was it possible that Lizandra had mercy saved in a newborn child? A girl. James took a deep breath. Was your daughter alive?

- The girl ... - anxiety betrays him, arousing an overwhelming hatred. He was getting impatient. If it is the wolf with even more strength, without failing to observe the trickle of blood that escapes through the wounded wolf's mouth. I end up killing or unhappy.

- What was done by the girl?

Kassandra!

Kassandra was alive somewhere under the domain of the wolves. I only thought of his daughter breathing or filling an unprecedented rage when she learned that a child had grown up away from him. There were costumes and traditions. A child always belonged to the father. It was the duty of the wolves to deliver such a young child to the family.

-My daughter ... - he hissed like a furious animal. - What was done by my daughter? The wolf growled again, gasping for breath with white faces. The child was kept protected among the wolves.

The Council of Elders feared their abilities as a powerful descendant of sorcerers. The prophecies made by the oracles brought fear to the wolves. The girl should be kept safe and away.-You won't find a girl. The wolf spat like arrogant words. He knew that his destiny would be death, he could see his sentence decided in the eyes that you embodied with evident contempt.

The girl ... she was a witch protected by wolves. How traditions determined that it belonged to the pack's alpha.

For a moment, Ray thought of his own daughter who still lived in Scarlet. His beloved Carolina. He knew he would never see his beloved Carol again ...For three long years, Raios lived in exile. The Council had decreed its funding from the middle of the wolves after their arguments were heard with acceptance in relation to the mestizo they housed. He knew he would never again travel like green Scarlet forests.

He knew something the moment he was abandoned by his people far from the limits of the clan.

-I'm going to find a girl! - James assured with double anger.

The sentries looked at him expectantly. Valerius could hardly believe it.

-Call the Duke's Revenge! -James' cry echoed in the sudden silence. - Free the Ichichos! May the wolves feel in the hate of the White Order. Once again! Lightning did not scream.

Valerius was a violent and bloodthirsty warrior. Before the old wolf could react, his neck was broken in a single blow.

James showed no pity. He intended to bring his daughter back to the clan. The wolves had made a terrible mistake. They now feel the power of the Duke's Revenge. This time, ICHICHOS obeyed his orders. Wolves would regret violating traditions.