Rialy Leyrogel at guard with the other Dragon Riders entourage Queen Dester, Princess Sandra and Sir Artifar Saneya to the island nation of Sicaris. The sun is below the horizon, its rays are scattered onto the vault of heaven to create the colors of twilight.
Flying by across and after the dominant and overbearing Shadow Water Sea with in flight with the night like a clear control of the darkling minions of nature [https://img.wattpad.com/3066dd6e7bff4adc7c4552de5804e6500ea47411/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6a486667597874666175556662673d3d2d313133303338323230322e313661393933346330353664653132393439383231373335333539382e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Flying by across and after the dominant and overbearing Shadow Water Sea with in flight with the night like a clear control of the darkling minions of nature. In rise of the moon is near remorseless eastern breath of gust, the sun is going down and the light decreases of sear. Dragons flew quiet like a shadow, wing flaps are the only instrument it is to hear. The Queen's beast mount is the most beautiful amongst the other armored purple drakes.
A spikey underbite soft scaled red Wyvern, soft torso as if she can make it as her bed, heavy bluish wings and tail thick as a platinum armor that can persevere in the face of steel. Artifar Saneya, the council knight beyond the woods of The Bendart . Her brother does not talk much however, while he clamber up and down from his dragon mount together with the lady riders, on such a tempting stare and expose to view his sword and skills to fly a fearsome beast upon the ladies' eyes. Nothing much be conscious about the strength of woman among the castle of Egareth but lips of a female mercenary.
Rialy Leyrogel: We are half way your grace, the island of Viloria is just a shade for the afternoon.
She confirmed Queen Dester in a surprise, she almost feeling the sense of timeless, dreamless sleep as if she can put her head onto the blue natural dyed hair of Rialy; a color scheme, rich dark blue of a deep pool of water by which they intend to use before mounting a dragon's back.
Her highness is tired and heavy-eyed but still in grasp of the words her Dragon aviator said. The star is peeking beyond the clouds, the warm windy late sunset is been replaced by uneventful winter of nighttime. Fortunate to feel and see, the dragons' wings are remarkably can glow when night reigned alone and the world was covered with the vivid of each of rather massive benevolent like a plot of rainbow of the dark hours. As they move close, she is thankful of the reminder where are they positioned, an island is just about a timepiece for their way of looking. Queen Dester commanded her with a touch of whisper on her ears; behind the airwoman, her voice low and weary for such an intelligent lady.
Queen Dester: Take our dragon close to Sandra, I want to speak with my sister.
Told the Queen to her royal wing woman, intoxicated by the thrill of flight the girl realized he'd found her calling afterwards.
Rialy: It is risky your grace, the dragons' wings might batter each other.
Queen Dester: Oh well, the island is hop away from our distance...let the others go home. Surely you and the dragon can wait for us to talk, a slip of a word can end among the time it started.
Her grip on the spikes of the flying stargate flaps revolve to be on the princess ride side, making a path unadorned to be between the thick pile of tenuous white cloud. Similar with the other lady soldiers, the drake of Sandra was a well smear dazzling purple but unarmored, making the glimmer of its wings glisten whole like a firefly beyond little isles. The toll before the comfortable last of daylight is silent, winds blow low shallow but cold as a snow. They come in hundreds, several dragons are at the sharp ends lead of the swarm, the highest noble rode upon the back end of the fighters' clan usher. A distance identical above the sea is exemplary thus the moment in time he called her to approach it.
Sandra! Art! she called her brother and sister not far from her.
Queen Dester: We will land at Viloria together with my siblings. Watch out for us outside the ruined cellblock, it will not last long. Do not blow the horns, my siblings knew it.
She look behind her shoulder then in face with the woman with the dance of her hair, she seem to be ruthless and versatile. By such air came out a sound of answering the name of once called command; an expected sound of a massive misery pipe to term a touch down on Viloria Island turn into a Queen's nod, the lone island which men expect to give up its own ghost.
The castle had broken down into a complete destruction, uncovered by any gray steam while they descend [https://img.wattpad.com/8f8307795278609c644400efe1d6e868e51cb6d4/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6d66696a5747334f36384a4353673d3d2d313133303338323230322e313661393933356337313231643365643334323037323836343839312e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The castle had broken down into a complete destruction, uncovered by any gray steam while they descend. The pale moon shone like a grandiose necklace in the night sky making it even more daunting, a castle that seems to haunt their dreams forever. One of the large known tower had broken through the roof of the battlements, leaving debris everywhere. There was no drawbridge to step on, no path of wide wood can feel below their boots.
Queen Dester was far from her homeland still, driven half mad because of the dead of night and hours of traveling, her army wearied or worse. The smell of death had come for her at long last in this strange place yet the moon shone brightly, and the trail was easy to follow. Thinking if she will follow her Queen sister's lead. The tides may wet her gown as well as her sister's. There is not much to step on the sand ground, it was very narrow that the dragons can only smooth over their heavy body underneath the water, hiding half of its majesty. The castle was looming above them, the swirling mist looked like fingers of pale wraith flying above the borders, extremely cold and nothing was clearly visible except for themselves and the dragons ablaze wings behind the muzzy fog, granting luster.
Lady Sandra: This is scarier that I thought it would be.
Said the Queen's sister, voiced her concerns while she unmount herself from her defenseless purple dragon, shaking by the cold of the dark seaboard of Viloria Island's dreaded consternation.
Said the Queen's sister, voiced her concerns while she unmount herself from her defenseless purple dragon, shaking by the cold of the dark seaboard of Viloria Island's dreaded consternation [https://img.wattpad.com/1d2b828928a5e18751b86256a95534591d006ed3/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f456e5570335146423362334262773d3d2d313133303338323230322e313661393933363635623663613831383136373931303538343432382e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Lord Artifar: My ladies, my queen. No ghost can scare me, I will take the lead. I think I am not involved in any of your discussion I suppose, but I am here to protect you in any threat of the night.
His voluminous armor shine no more, and so is their womanly vivid fabric. He casted a torch in his hand as it was from the hand of the airwoman.
The dragons glowing wings is not enough to concede a power of sight inside the destroyed dark keep while they span, no arrow slits can fill up enough radiance during the chilling twilight. The darkest of the night pale and somber roars no fury of sun strike any longer. The sound of peaceful ripple tides beyond their ears and little rumbling growl of the dragon a like lantern iris dream, odd, dim, and cold. Like other fantastical known being, the dragons are completely at one with nature, but in their case it is a nature lurid and gratifying.
Like other fantastical known being, the dragons are completely at one with nature, but in their case it is a nature lurid and gratifying [https://img.wattpad.com/8496e76692e591ca59dc4e7edee9f8ef22b5058a/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f47573657794f72533275525f50773d3d2d313133303338323230322e313661393933373763666164653161623730393333393835383730332e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Queen Dester: Threat? There is no threat believe me brother. Ghosts can never harm us, the living is.
Dester asked his brother while walking towards him raising his gown, averting humid covered clothes within her body more or less soaked with liquid. In whole reliance and sense of appealing said the Queen herself. Lord Artifar's face she sees hence nothing spots, smooth like a silk and pale as a milk but a direful stare into her eyes, a look as thought capable of wreaking bad luck on the person at whom it is directed. Her younger sister followed, a face disquieted behind her shoulder.
Lady Sandra: There is no need to be here,The night is sending us to a cold sweat, is it not obvious for you my Queen?
The Queen's majesty seems to be being in the inside of her young sister clothes. She was struck perception, but in her mind the choice she made is indeed necessary to be called in words to conceal.
Queen Dester: Do not get into my words Sandra. I can punish you even if your protector lover was here.
Hissed the Queen. Her sister realized like it flew off the handle, the knight lover of the princess, Jacken Badburn was grouped with the sharp end of their broken line, the flock that should've been followed returned to home, her sister glance low and speechless.
They must have attuned to the phases of the moon and the ogle of the greater ancient constellations across the sky, but end up at the high, grim and gothic abandoned castle which the dead lay cry. Will it resume? their brother thought.
Lord Artifar: I do not have any part on your argument but the candle clock cannot tell the time in this condition. It is risky to be in this place especially at night. This is not an ordinary ruined castle, did you know what happens to people when they're sent here?
Cold and forbidding like his stare of a night starling. The World shores have at least forty four known islands, eight was uncertain or doubtful truth that say it was 'Missing', foretold gobbled down by the underworld or washed up. The rest of it was scattered small and twenty three unnamed, all the knowledge he have been is on his mind kept secret.
Queen Dester: We will enter as I command it, the dragons are here to protect us.
She ordered them to go even if the particularly long chilling cold are stinging them through their skin.
Lady Sandra: Please sister, we have to go. Much better if we won't know the circumstances that are happening here.
Said the Princess.
Queen Dester: Much better if we do go inside! There is not much time to discuss this tomorrow and all of a sudden is a change already, there is no need for it to be served in front of many.
The Queen echoed a sudden in a savage scream then with soft one through her red lips.
Lord Artifar: A person taking the lead on the path it doesn't know is like a devil on its pit trap. I should take the lead for you, your grace, my princess. Your feet cannot contain it, I am warning you. The circumstances are not ones to blame but on the ones who declare it. Sandra was right, we shouldn't be going anywhere near this place if I were you in your stand. Conjure up for tomorrow, let us see, you all be standing in front of the people if it is the right for them to be involved.
Dester heard his brother from behind like a phantom's whisper in the darkest shore as they both walk. Lord Artifar in grasp of the torch alight gleam through the darkness hours. He goes around their faces without his eyes staring at them, then he show them the way to the chamber devoid of concealment from the past it dealt, he never looked at his sisters nor the riders.
Queen Dester: Being here was right, trust me brother. Fate cuts both ways.
Lord Artifar: Follow me.
Their brother whispered carelessly, like a ghost included beyond the crypt-like chamber.
Queen Dester Saneya have come prevail a deal of strategic master plan within her circle of councils, vigil of the sea or known as the Burning winds is one of them. Opening the blacken metal gates for which hatched from a single egg, a full range of abilities found within the diverse Egarian mythical species. Giant of the Dome of streamed between sword sharp teeth with an unkempt green spikes of hair throughout its head; first thing a person can see in a blink of its earth bound door way, in charge of such colossal being is at hand of the Dragon Mistress, Rio Hallery. Passed by their eyes his torch towards the black castle, stiff solid floor route onto the appalling chamber entrance, all stone, no trees can be seen, but above is a blanket of stars that stretched to infinity.
An absence of smoke, the smell is fetid, the darkness net is covered with pitch and someone or something coming can never be seen in the nature distant promising. Midst a straight stroll, dash of colors from the dragon's body emitting light caused by heat of the blood reflect the old stone walls, flyers of scaly reptile that is destructive in nature are used like a lamp on the moment they're in a lone island while the night have taken its place beneath them. She selected herself and her kin trust from the many, an extract of the queen herself. The fortified home abandoned is like a pile of void, ice cold. Slow pace of three, walking towards something awful and just complete dead of night.
The gleam of fire is the only trace to follow, she thought what her feet behest the stream of footprints between the concentric circles which created multiple lines of preceding fortification.
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Where are we going? We should go no further. Is there any place better with a fire? Questions are dumped like in a river of unreason while the sisters follow their brother onto dreary immensity. Heading for the surface above the stairs declaring her intent to rid the world of each and every possible invader of her kind righteous seal, scurrying towards the void until she could ensure the high, virtuous environment for her precious sister's glory.
Queen Dester: Are we there yet?
She yet asked for another thinking will it be considered, the moon stained the floor in a violet shade, a light finally go about the way. The torch bathed the walls blur yellow, it was difficult to imagine things uncertain beyond the blind like of eyes, but in senses of the smell and greasy moss touch was a narrow burial of the dead that the Queen can fantasize.
Lord Artifar: Well balanced of the dead and the living, this is what you want your grace as a respect for your wishes. You can never expect a place like this that it seems you're closing your eyes.
Lord Artifar testified their emotion, stood staring blankly. The Queen unrelieved, surprised by how he know the place seemingly very well whereas them, shivers and blood curdle. She regret the command whom the person declare suffer whereas the person who waits held the light of the beast can fly above away from terror. They felt different scheme of mood beyond the castle, very different, and it will deal no good if it catches their foot any longer. The hearth of the torch lit the gray stone, the ceiling covered with webs and crawls of little insects. Destroyed, but undead.
Lord Artifar: This is just the quarter of your fear Sandra, mercy shall embrace you. I am afraid to say Queen Dester, your secrets cannot go far long this place and this is just one hell of a stupid reason to drag your own sister into her own fear.
Queen Dester: You can't talk to me like that. A queen can do what she likes to be done, and I know this is the right thing to do.
She bragged for the sake of Princess Saneya's fear of the dark, daylight sunrise is one of her wishes some moment of time, not on her presence enchanted with dreaded presence of the God of Demise.
Lord Artifar: If you think I'm threatening you, you already lost. As included, I put you where you wanted and as you say, your wish is totally granted. Well, here we are. This is the moment you're being waiting for.
He talked like a cold apparition, silent and sinister.
Queen Dester held her brown loose sleeve of the gown, she looked at Sandra like a future of heir [https://img.wattpad.com/80abebc5c842c4bd26226d40b5152d3bbfc03da3/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f55713070487367316239726759513d3d2d313133303338323230322e313661393933646266383530303063313231343832393238313536312e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Queen Dester held her brown loose sleeve of the gown, she looked at Sandra like a future of heir. Artifar lend his way close to them as if the torch touched their faces warm and bright. His mercy as bright as the lonely torch clutched on his hands. The Royal Woman is driven by giving enlightenment, Sandra was the youngest on the House Saneya, a blessing perhaps she thought a relief, another blessing again she expect against the relying fear.
They stood looking at each other, the silence is deafening, an order bearable for a smell of mossy stone. The last thing which a man is going to see is its graven eyes if they follow through the end of it, sitting at the edge of the highest battlements while its wings wide fly, seemingly smiling for the end of a man's landing on the sunken cities; a merfolk or a corpse, the dead is waiting for them away, hundreds furlong the deepest sea world. From the silence faces of the closed black space, her voice came out like wind gladden her siblings' breath away.
Queen Dester: Sandra, I need you for my reign. The throne is still in count of my days and give the benefit of my goodwill, I want you to be my Queen on my own rights and you will be inherited the throne after I die. I, Queen Dester Saneya, the First of my name in the House Saneya, Queen of Sicaris and Overlady of Dragons of Egareth. I covey you, Princess Sandra Saneya as the Regnant of my regime, from this day until the rest of your days. A right hand to keep me in the loop is a relief for me. Make a difference or make a mistake, it was my duty to fine its rights.
Declared the Queen soft and low as if she whisper on her ears. Sandra's eyes wide open like she saw a ghost upon the black pitch path. Her eyebrows are raised, her jaws gone pliant from what she heard from her sister, putting away every ounce of the creeps and terror from her heart; cold and lovely as frost on a square of an arrow hole. Unseen or Untouched, the nobility of spirit comes at no time, the fiend attended their hearts declined looking for another quarry, or looking for another watchers.
Setting one's eyes onto her royalty, she named her brother let alone the youngest female blister.
Queen Dester: And you, brother. You are no longer keeper of my seal, you've been longing to have come out of it and the gods helped me read what is written in the stars.
How much would he enjoy it, she thought. The lone brother of the Queen shut his cold optics, he smiled a small. Majestic and humane the Queen thought it would be, clenched her hands by two onto her abdomen, no surprise nor guilt. Nothing more can a man ask for deserving title, she guessed that Artifar might not like it emanated from the way he smirk.
Lord Artifar: What is it to be written in the stars then, you seek the light in the window blanks I suppose.
Said him, grinning below his fixed wolf-like eyes.
She handed a paper of two, one on Artifar and the other for Sandra. A nobility title, the brown tiger seal of House Wescot on Kingdom monarch. Remembering the highest House Wescot for claiming the creature of Dome, an entitlement for them to raise the chains of victorious battles and kingdom handles the circle obviating ignorance for the people; making the Kingdom Sicaris to be the head of every knowledge possible, perhaps include the mystical book and which brought it to the open.
Queen Dester: The Prince of Egareth on my regime, big brother. You could inherit your own castle as well as an estate. The well being of my kin and people is yours to handle from this day until your last day. Yours is the dome to command, you are now one of them, a duty is remarkable, keep it.
She saw his face alight, eyes fixed like a half of the crescent moon and a smirk from ear to ear, he never said a word but she can tell the elation through the veins of his cheeks. A proud sweet moment as the middle child for her oldest to smile. A prerogative responsibility for them, an amplification of ones title was like a sudden beam of sunlight illuminating the darkest corners of the grim castle. In the mist shall come wonder upon their mind, it was a name to be called for her own blood to be in her hands an entire lifetime.
Sandra got up of her half rest onto the floor, she knelt by the cold touch thus raised by the blissful heat of awe on what is to come.
Lady Sandra: My queen?
The princess demands to be heard from her saying under her breath. Dester felt her hands light as a feather, stroking slow unfixing her stylish red ring. Felt her hands as if it's a cat's fur she is touching.
Lady Sandra: Does that mean Jacken will be my prince consort that now I am your right hand? That is one of our promises. Tell me, I love to hear it from you sweet sister.
Dester can feel the warmth from her hands as it goes into her chest full tickle pink. Every pain of fear befall within the floor like it shattered, the future she see when she heard her position on the circle which involves her lover; a promise states its beginning at the close of a lone.
Unable to cast so much as a hex, the silence grew like a frost beyond winter. Yes.
Queen Dester politely said, the tenderness of her smirk does not hit her, oppose the heart she feel, a sudden within the scanty of time.
Queen Dester: You are my right hand, but the knight of the Badburn you love is not fit for that noble reward you bargained for.
She thought she could get it. Her stretched chin hauled down from the extent to the ear, the softest of her touch brought down from her right hand, Sandra is confused and distressed resembles the blackest of twilight.
Lady Sandra: Why not?...The book of the constitution already sent to press that any title of a Queen or Regnant must have a half on her side even if not a king on his own right for power and ruling.
Any other of a fragmented emotion struck her heart that it rushes through the tips of her fingers. Dester's pleased to see her own system of laws to be part of any kind, her smirk tells it all; not in every way that matches her own blood. The Queen's majestic control of any is at its pinnacle on her own blemished hands, red lips as a cranberry spews acumen, and quill's ink dry within clay sealed papers handed for whom it was deserved to read and keep it.
Queen Dester: There is only one Artifar, Sandra. You should be talking as pleasant and caring as how I know you, that is not how the youngest of our family act, do you not remember yourself?...You are now my Regnant, so is that how you show your keenness to the people around you?
Said the Queen, voice cussed unbending. She saw her own sister look as though giving the Queen the gaze that she is unable to move, Dester knew she was right from her own heart but never feeling the discontented girl that even her own fist are closed firm.
Trapping a fervor within an infective blooming castle nightmare, like she is one of the ghostly figures at the top of the halls. With fangs alike and wings span erratic pervasive red.
Lady Sandra: What...That does not bond from the duties I should adhere, we should consider the book of law onto our monarchy. Not right for you to be confused on the many works that does not conceal, you should be following it piece by piece, and we definitely deserve its gifts.
Queen Dester: How dare you talk to me like that? Forget about the forefathers which you might think can hear me. This one is for the sake of you Sandra, have you not heard of his brother Aagaron?
She growled back at them, now known as her Regnant and the Prince since declared at the point of time measured in years to keep a count. They have been warned ferocious, her sister she saw scared though its mouth moved not. Never for a moment had the queen regretted her choice to speak her sense of rage. She understands that the power of the Goddesses, Demi, Queens, and Princesses is the only beauty worth possessing, for only power can change the world thus the voice can be heard.
Dester bellowed, not showing any fright while her sister is in pain of the torment of report. The garden full of flowers it might seem to be for her sister, turned her dreams to a dark music that eventually some evil will wake out there, beyond the edges of her lover's dream.
She rose a brow on her, faint in her eyes a gloom of shadow
Queen Dester: The Badburns and Saneya can never be in the same seat, Jacken's brother is sick in the head, all he knows is to ruin everyone's life. Do you want everyone to know that your prince you've been bedding is the brother of an unpleasant man? For the most part of your decisions are made to break a Queen's vows, along with the vows of the house. I am the Queen, so shall my promises and words can never be spurn by anyone. Trust me, when the rivals came, you can never trust a man without a crimson blood on its armor.
Not a secret that would shatter a mortal heart. She was able to step into and out of the dreaded plane if it pleases her, calling upon the forces at any time to shield her in times of need; the blood selfsame rosy and new, cannot make her do it.
There is something coming without warning, a motion that broke Sandra's thought in its hutch. Within the dark stone walls of the abandoned castle there came a rumble and a terrible sound; a screech. From blackness unknown came a force of figureless monsters numbering beyond count. Summoned by the great distance of enigma, like the faces and swords of the underworld which winter and fire growls below, neither myth nor song exist to tell of their coming.
Summoned by the great distance of enigma, like the faces and swords of the underworld which winter and fire growls below, neither myth nor song exist to tell of their coming [https://img.wattpad.com/63559d871dc70d40c81e5dbf58592e9193704f11/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f5f7a74394d7950766271417638513d3d2d313133303338323230322e313661393933653530636532386437653334313434353330393532312e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
RUN! RUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNN! GIANT BATS! RUUUUUNNNNN!
From the distance not far they heard a growl of despair, onto the blackness of the halls before the stairs they saw Jacken Badburn with his torch alight his face, petrified as the shadows unknown flying and crawling. They are coming in the vicinity close behind their back, flying with their very long spread-out red digits of wings, stained the floor red as cherry and vile like a rotting meat.
They followed, stream of three pairs of feet go sweep to escape the undying intentions unsure. That which vaunt the charters of life after death it may never rest, a person can see one whenever they go. For a stint of time said it is true that the dead may be revived, the wingless can fly, the toothless can bite, the silent ones may cry, the gods can die, the eyeless can see and the forgotten will be remembered.
The Red Queen ran past them, Sandra starts weeping until tears drip above her collar. They never heard their brother scream. The ground starts to shake, at the restless slumbers encased on the unseen stone, they became aware of the life drifting behind them, it was no angel nor a graven stone, what lies upon their mind is the greatest triumph they could never imagine, if they could only survive it. It was on the point like the hallway path never ends. The pound they felt strafe only when the breath trapped in their lungs began to fail them.
Lady Sandra: Wait for me Sister! It was...It was Jacken!
They cannot think of any word encased beneficial while they scamper. The Queen gallops ahead without talking, leaving two of her siblings behind her, never looking back whereas the disturbing cry of Sandra is unfaltering, like the thunder listen to her weep. The last glance she thought it would be a wounded ease like a purifying roaring flame, not until she put her eyes behind and saw nothing but the opposite on what she dream of...a world black and cold belong to the doom.
The ceiling began showing the dark grey shade, a burst of clouds crying, soaking their hair and clothing. Nothing seems to be touched except themselves and the floor by metal or garment slips.
TO THE LEFT!
Deep and loud, shouted Artifar [https://img.wattpad.com/0e1accfc037855c60954840532600c69f0f9a139/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f69594f37734a6350507852796a673d3d2d313133303338323230322e313661393934303238316338396162633131323535393933383035302e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Deep and loud, shouted Artifar. He knew it by feel but a little by sight thus Dester left wondering, as if finding a way for a dark maze while walking ease. With an older brother groomed for the throne, and a younger sister too, still taking the advantage of not coming together even within the hopeless hours of darkness. Her courage seems to take oneself off of her soul; she just thought, she cried for what is to come, she seek a way to make a break for the nightmarish souls. A force of terror too powerful to be contained by dream, they surfaced at the floor beyond the chamber door, fed upon their conclusion to go within the castle of Viloria.
Beyond her eyes, she shed even more tears like an unbroken river flows within her cheeks. The vigilance of a strong creature has no more meaning within the aegis. For the Dragon's glowing blood continuously dripping, at every graze of the body is a mew that traps the cross vanguard in the depths of nightmare, and into its very last breath, they fought back until such time the growls and cry got down underneath the abyss.
In the presence of Jacken, they are saved. Dester was not struggling to mount, their brother had to assist the princess up for Jacken, she was shivering in terror that she passed out in front of his mount, he was nearly eaten whole.
Dester was not struggling to mount, their brother had to assist the princess up for Jacken, she was shivering in terror that she passed out in front of his mount, he was nearly eaten whole [https://img.wattpad.com/32cdfc17e0549bab1e9f1b00abc80c5ad35e5287/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f4a596166416371443730446869513d3d2d313133303338323230322e313661393934363237306561306531613339383137313438353634302e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Queen Dester: GO! GOOOO!!!!!
The Queen shouted. The light of the moon punched through the sky and lit a glowing trail across the night, the tall leafless tree barks comes to sight, an imagery, it was sad and tall, the castle musty by fall. The leaves are rustling like the tides of World shores ravaging, from the darkest hole chamber she have ever seen is the figure of black flying towards them; stalks the shallows now in search of blood who stray into its path. The feasting creatures of twilight took its flight following their trail.
True and sustained, the eyes bright yellow and the fangs smear with drooping blood [https://img.wattpad.com/53af3514d266af2a4e753be63f9f96c7c90d1f5b/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f3358366546445f62426c4a4679773d3d2d313133303338323230322e313661393934363930303333393335393632363832303933353432312e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
True and sustained, the eyes bright yellow and the fangs smear with drooping blood. Artifar told them the fear slipped free of its confines and soared out to let them know the real terror he keeps on mentioning. The song of them leaving the place, the smell of fresh wind, an unwilted offering of the gods of moon hugged them with the heavens open for rain.
Her ghostly brother whispered on her ears while they fly away.
Lord Artifar: I warned you, you never listened...your Grace.