The winds had halted, their very breaths held in anticipation, all eyes set at the Consiliur’s tower. The second princess would pick an aide tonight.
One of my friends did a character sketch of Peritia, including some of the weapons she uses.
Here’s another with her red eyes!
This is almost exactly how I see Peritia. Strong and Calm. With her arsenal of 119 weapons, I think it makes her quite a formidable opponent.
Kartik, Thank You so much for sketching her!
On to the story!
The darkness was sweeping towards the capital, threatening to engulf the entire land of Celaver.
Taking one look at it, the entire focus turned to the man in the centre of the room.
“We can provide cover, she must run.”
The soft declaration was followed by a shocked silence and Arderine slowly slumped to the ground.
Almost desperately, she reached out and caught hold of the blanket draped on the bed and in a hoarse voice, she asked out
“How do you know?”
The silence in the hall was heavy with thought, both Arderine and Nick had seated themselves, staring at the map with unseeing eyes, each lost in their thoughts.
Peritia traced the hills with her good hand, the other in a plaster. The cut had been deep, almost to the bone.
Leaving the two staring at the map, she settled down next to Aurora, who looked as confused as the first day she had met her.
“Do you remember the hills of Ammolofoi? “,she asked the quiet girl.
“Sand, that’s all I can remember”, came the quivering reply.
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Aurora breathed out slowly, her eyes looking around the room curiously.
“We could have used the training room, it has more equipment”
Aurora felt the smirk on his face as if it radiated towards her.
“The equipment I need is in this room, Quesios and I worked on this together”
This put her on high alert instantly. If both Nick and Quesios had designed a room for her training, it was bound to have numerous layers of obstacles. She looked at the man who had been circling her like a vulture, keeping his distance.
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The clatter of falling vessels was loud as the maids crashed into the walls, making way for the queen to run past them. The din had finally stopped when the library doors swung open and the panting queen’s shadow fell upon the man sitting at the desk in the centre, surrounded by shelves of books.
She watched him stand up and bow slightly, awaiting her words.
“Why did you allow him to leave?”
This is part two of the Quest of the Living Water, read the first part here.
He stood motionless, staring at the huge man in front of him in fear. 9 feet tall, the giant shot him a glance filled with malice.
“What is a kid like you doing here?”, he asked in a terrifying voice.