Chapter 1
I remember this moment. I am
a baby. My real mother and father
peering over the cot, smiling. I smiled
back along with a happy laugh from
myself. My father brings his large index
finger to me. I attempt to reach his
finger. I finally clasp it with my tiny and
fragile hands. He is filled with joy. My
mother extends her arms to carry me.
a baby. My real mother and father
peering over the cot, smiling. I smiled
back along with a happy laugh from
myself. My father brings his large index
finger to me. I attempt to reach his
finger. I finally clasp it with my tiny and
fragile hands. He is filled with joy. My
mother extends her arms to carry me.
Before lifting me from the cot, the
door swung open. The candle light
snuffed off and the room was dark. My
father fell with a loud thud. Thumping
footsteps on the wooden floor boards.
In the dark, I could still see my mother,
a little bit. Screaming in fear. A dark
and imposing figure looms over her.
Clutching a weapon. From there, he
jabs my mother in the throat as her
scream ended witha throaty sound.
Liquid dripping on the floor. I was
unusually quiet. No wailing. I couldn't
see anything.
door swung open. The candle light
snuffed off and the room was dark. My
father fell with a loud thud. Thumping
footsteps on the wooden floor boards.
In the dark, I could still see my mother,
a little bit. Screaming in fear. A dark
and imposing figure looms over her.
Clutching a weapon. From there, he
jabs my mother in the throat as her
scream ended witha throaty sound.
Liquid dripping on the floor. I was
unusually quiet. No wailing. I couldn't
see anything.
The man left as I cried my lungs out.
My parents are dead. Soon, the city
guards in night patrol heard my crying.
One noticed the flow of red from the
house. He opens the door to find two
horrifyingly disfigured bodies covered
in red and an alive baby crying. He
comes closer and I cried even louder.
The guard halts. He then cautiously
took off his helmet. I stopped. Tear
stains on my face. He hada pale
sculptured face, chestnut brown hair
with slight curls and possess blue
stormy eyes. A torch he holds in his left
hand was luminous enough to showN
the young man's face. I was calmed
by his eyes. Like the ocean, they are
aluring and blue.
My parents are dead. Soon, the city
guards in night patrol heard my crying.
One noticed the flow of red from the
house. He opens the door to find two
horrifyingly disfigured bodies covered
in red and an alive baby crying. He
comes closer and I cried even louder.
The guard halts. He then cautiously
took off his helmet. I stopped. Tear
stains on my face. He hada pale
sculptured face, chestnut brown hair
with slight curls and possess blue
stormy eyes. A torch he holds in his left
hand was luminous enough to showN
the young man's face. I was calmed
by his eyes. Like the ocean, they are
aluring and blue.
He carefully places the torch next to
the wall. Picking me up from the cot
and holding me in his arms. Then, he
walked out of the house. A woman is
seen in the corner. She wore robes
of crimson and a necklace of a large
spinel stone etched into it. She had
wavy raven black hair. Her face was
blank. The man holding me and his
fellow comrades became statues. Rock
hard like stone. The lady smiles anda
black shadow demon parted from her
body. It turned to look at me.
the wall. Picking me up from the cot
and holding me in his arms. Then, he
walked out of the house. A woman is
seen in the corner. She wore robes
of crimson and a necklace of a large
spinel stone etched into it. She had
wavy raven black hair. Her face was
blank. The man holding me and his
fellow comrades became statues. Rock
hard like stone. The lady smiles anda
black shadow demon parted from her
body. It turned to look at me.
Dyren Calidi's POV.
I woke up with a gasp and heavy
breathing. I was sweating profusely.
The dream was very intense. That
demon. It glared daggers at me.
What could it all mean?I meanl
know my origins but, the demon and
the priestess?
know my origins but, the demon and
the priestess?
I shrug the feeling off and get of the
bed. The atmosphere is dark and
gloomy. Wooden floors creaks as I
land my bare feet on it. The windows
opens slightly, letting the midnight
sun shine into the room. The light
hits by favourite goblet. It is made of
frosted glass, with six 7-pointed stars
engraved into it. Golden beads of light
reflected off from the polished edges
of the claw-shaped bottom. Probably
still have Estorran ale in there. I
reached over to the goblet. Till I noticed
something missing from my study. The
book about animals that I wrote. I can't
afford to lose my research again. Out of
frustration, I stormed out of my room. I
stopped over to another room. Barging
into the door, I stopped to find a girl
sitting on her bed reading my research
while clutching the covers of the book.
"Give it back, Lyza." I blurted out.
"Give back what?" she closed the book
slowly, and hiding it behind her back.
"Lyza. I will...." I was cut by her words.
"You will what? Blackmail me again?
You know that won't work." Upon
hearing this, I went up to her, held heer
by the neck and snarled,
"When Mother hears about you stealing
my stuft, she would make you work in
the kitchens again."
"When Father hears about you skipping
your sword training to wander into
the woods to write your silly book, he
would disown you for being a rebel."
Lyza choked. She really knows which
knifes to throw. I released her. Lyza
wears a smile of triumph and I am
in utmost defeat. For 17 years, this
have never changed as she wouldd
always win.
"Do you really like to walk around
shirtless? How daring." She scoffs
sarcastically.
shirtless? How daring." She scoffs
sarcastically.
"What... are you implying?" I asked. She
probably just wanted some attention.
"I meant that why must you reveal
yourself? You're making them jealous."
"I doubt they would even envy me."
"Oh stop trying to be humble. The North
have no space for liars like you."
"Now calling me a liar? How about a
hateful bitch for you?" I said coyly.
A moment of silence before she orders,
"Get out." I refused and replied to her.
"Not without my silly book."
"Fine, take it and get out." Lyza took
the book and shoved it into my arms. I
walked out of the room. Lyza came to
the door and slammed it shut.
"Not cool, Dyren." I turned my attention
to a young man, clad in leather, maple
brown hair on his head, amber eyes
and Aiden is his name.
"F*ck off, Aiden. Like you know howv
handle her."
"Al the men in Westerland wanted
to lie with her."
"I assume you also want to stick
your member somewhere too. She
is my sister."
"No. And you are treating her like a
typical half sister." I stopped talking to
Aiden after he says this. I attempted
to walk away, but he stops me with his
hand on my shouder. The feeling of
his hand on me shocked me. Mentally
and physically.
typical half sister." I stopped talking to
Aiden after he says this. I attempted
to walk away, but he stops me with his
hand on my shouder. The feeling of
his hand on me shocked me. Mentally
and physically.
"Where are you going?" Aiden mutters.
"Back to my room." I quickly
responded.
"Hmph. Your father is going on a hunt
again. He wants you, me and youir
brothers to come along."
"We went for the sixth time this
month."I complained.
"I guess the king really love his
killing." Aiden shruged and walked
down the hallway.
Aiden really knows what he wants. He
could definitely score Lyza if he plays
his cards right. And she is the master
at this kind of stuff. However, I don't
like the idea of him going out with my
sister, I mean half-sister.
could definitely score Lyza if he plays
his cards right. And she is the master
at this kind of stuff. However, I don't
like the idea of him going out with my
sister, I mean half-sister.
I glanced at the book in my hand. There's was no title's written on it
keep it safe. My father had the previous
two copies burned. I made sure this
one survives. Putting it on the study
in my room, I proceeded to put on
some clothes specifically for hunting
in the woods.
"Mödon?" I called for the servant boy
assigned to me.
"Mödon!" I called even louder.
Moments later, I hear brisk walking in
the halls. He opens the door. He stood
in about one and a half metres tall.
Pretty normal fora dwarf
"Keca? Yes?" Mödon replied.
"HaM 30THIOT aoJ JaTcëT? Can you
find my crest pin?" I requested.
"HOC O Taiup Bepa kOT. It's on
the table near the bed." He says. I
looked over to the bedside table and
it really is there.
"CeIHa. Thanks." Mõdon nodded.
I then had an idea to ask him for
a favour.
"HaM YOJI aog a3aHT0? CaTHJO OHET,
pyIA YoJI A3EMarOH Jaop. Could youa
guard my room? Make sure no one,
not even my family to enter."
"KeTHakomM! Faithfully!" Mödon
responded. I left all my trust in him to
protect my belongings. Especially, thhe
book. I grabbed my bow and arrows
and head to the back gates of the castle
facing the Great Woodlands.
Upon reaching there, my father greeted
me. He doesn't know the Common
Tongue so I had to speak Chastenen to
him. He knows Chastenen, Old Beric
and Estorran.
Why Old Beric? It's the tongue of the
Old tribes of the North. My father
is one of the last people in this
generation who speaks it. A recital
tongue. No writing.
responded. I left all my trust in him to
protect my belongings. Especially, thhe
book. I grabbed my bow and arrows
and head to the back gates of the castle
facing the Great Woodlands.
Upon reaching there, my father greeted
me. He doesn't know the Common
Tongue so I had to speak Chastenen to
him. He knows Chastenen, Old Beric
and Estorran.
Why Old Beric? It's the tongue of the
Old tribes of the North. My father
is one of the last people in this
generation who speaks it. A recital
tongue. No writing.
"XpOTHA AipeH. EJI ImpeTcH? Hello
Dyren. You're ready?" I nodded
back at him.
"EI THÅnpe 10k TraprHk. We are
hunting for elks." He continued.
My father wasn't much ofa
conversationalist neither was he a
quiet person. He is somewhere in
between. Soon, Aiden and my brothers
came along. It's true that Father lovve
seeing the blood of his enemies, I don't
support that but, I do sympathise with
him. Everyone does have some guilty
pleasures. Aiden spoke in Beric to me
since n0 one else knows the tongue.
Dyren. You're ready?" I nodded
back at him.
"EI THÅnpe 10k TraprHk. We are
hunting for elks." He continued.
My father wasn't much ofa
conversationalist neither was he a
quiet person. He is somewhere in
between. Soon, Aiden and my brothers
came along. It's true that Father lovve
seeing the blood of his enemies, I don't
support that but, I do sympathise with
him. Everyone does have some guilty
pleasures. Aiden spoke in Beric to me
since n0 one else knows the tongue.
"Du nieva oño ombre yo uron dis?
You know any guys I can hang
around with?"
"Diran. No." He stopped andI
stopped too.
"Pers yo, du dirani dehenas? So you
have no friends besides me?"
"Zhin es shezi yuk ezi oño dehena?
What is the matter of having only
one friend?" I retorted. We continued
walking once I asked Aiden.
What is the matter of having only
one friend?" I retorted. We continued
walking once I asked Aiden.
"Yo vestri diran. Ti lyechil du gilie
din vodlaund aones. I don't know.
Its weird you sneak out into the
forests alone."
I have no idea what he just said butI
just kept walking. Aiden doesn't speak
like that yesterday. Im highly
suspiciouus
of him now.
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Author's Note.
my readers. You probably
have read the other book (If you didn't
read it, it's fine.)
Shorter chapters and quick jumps
to different scenarios. Well now,
this is the actual book. It would take
a long time to make a chapter, but
soon if I get the hang of it, it will be
great. Thank you.
my readers. You probably
have read the other book (If you didn't
read it, it's fine.)
Shorter chapters and quick jumps
to different scenarios. Well now,
this is the actual book. It would take
a long time to make a chapter, but
soon if I get the hang of it, it will be
great. Thank you.
