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Eyes of Mist 8Interlude I – Rivals
Shakar grinned broadly as he put down the chess piece. "Checkmate, Cayoun."
His opponent leaned back with a nonchalant smile and brushed a slender white hand through his raven hair. "Your Highness has been training, haven't you?"
The prince only smiled. "Indulge me this time. It's a rare enough occasion."
"I told you more than once that you would be more successful if you just dared to risk a bit more. You have scruples to sacrifice one of your pawns but that's what the game's tactic needs you to do."
Shakar's blue eyes gave an inkling of his embarrassment. "I always feel like a traitor when I do something like that. They belong to me and should be as precious as my knight, the queen, my king."
Cayoun sighed and rose from the table. "Did you meet your brother yet?" he asked, changing the subject. "As far as I know he came back from his tour around the kingdom today."
Shakar made a face. "I preferred waiting until Shakar has notified th
Eyes of Mist 77 - White Woods
She couldn't remember how she had gotten back to her makeshift bed but when Ayala awoke again she was not only lying on a pile of relatively clean rags but was also covered with her blanket.
Desperately she tried to believe that her first awakening had been nothing but a bad dream but she could not even keep up that illusion for herself. The painful throbbing in her arm was just too vicious to be ignored. Or rather, the throbbing in what was left of her arm.
With an effort she turned her head to the side and was surprised to make out another shape in the dim glow of the fire's embers lying not too far away. She didn't know what to think. Had he carried her back? If so, why was he doing this, considering how open he had shown her his hatred?
Her eyes found a bowl of water standing between them and suddenly she became aware how thirsty she really was. She struggled to sit up but just as she managed the pain in her arm intensified so much she felt si
Eyes of Mist 6The Guardian
Tamaril's fingers shook with exhaustion. It cost him all his will power to awaken the shadow and have it do as he wanted. He needed his anger to keep from giving up and yet he mustn't lose control over his emotions.
He tried concentrating on the Shakaree's gray eyes but that made another image surface in his mind. A face, pleasant to look at and with just as gray eyes as his opponent had. But with this face a storm of feelings dragged his mind into the darkest pits. Hope and bitter disappointment, fury and terror, shame and despair.
He realized that his control was slipping and still he could do nothing but write on.
Jorcan slithered to a stop as the shadow stepped away from the wall. Its contours were still wavering, resembling an animal one moment, then losing its shape and forming again to reminded him of a huge insect.
The Shakaree tightened his grasp of his sword but then thrust his left hand that clutched the torch forward. And indeed the
Remembering the NameStrange how extraordinary days can begin like any other, Nella thought. The morning had been neither gloomy nor very bright. There had been no signs at all her life was about to change forever.
She had awoken in her freezing little room before sunrise and had set out to work as soon as she could get her aching limbs to move. Her contribution to her uncle's family was small and so she was even more eager to do what she could.
The winter had been hard and just as the small family had started to draw hope from the beginning of spring their only cow had caught an illness and died soon afterwards. Spirits had been rather low ever since but Nella was determined not to give up.
Today she had set out to dig over the vegetable patch but soon she realized the dry ground would be giving her more trouble than expected.
She had been busy for a while when she noticed a man watching her. A group of soldiers had ridden through the village and their leader who wore the insignia of a captain was sitting
Eyes of Mist ProloguePrologue:
The bells were silent. A hush lay over the plain between the river Armasin and Pherdon keep, yet there was no peace in it.
The soldier's breath came in short gasps as he trudged through wet grass and desperately tried to make out a shape or anything that could help him within the heavy mist. An icy lump of dread had formed in him when he was ordered to find out what had happened in Pherdon. Still, he followed his duty and obeyed. Now he was possibly walking right into an ambush with just a handful of men and cold sweat was running down his spine.
He had never been able to believe that Pherdon could fall. Too many times he had
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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