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Arendon: The Hidden

abstract The fae created "The Veil" with a wizard's help to hide from the manbloods that were hunting them into extinction eons ago. A recent discovery leads Derya to believe that Merlath, the Sorcerer who created the veil, deceived the elves, fairies, and druids who sacrificed their lives and magic to create the magical barrier. It was never meant to be permanent and poses a threat to both Arendon and the human realm, but with Merlath missing, she needs to find the human Oracle, who might be a myth. To do this, she needs to brave the human realm without betraying herself, and she can tell no one of her suspicions because Arendon, like Rohendor (The human realm), is a melting pot at the edge of war. Not having much time before someone discovers her missing, she enters the human world to find the Oracle might be dead, but as she prepares to face her punishment for breaking the law by even crossing the veil, she finds herself saving a halfling elf. This fateful decision rips her entire world asunder when the halfling turns out to be more than an elf and inadvertently connects their fates. This princess lives in the human world under her brother's protection, and with their fates now intertwined, Derya is doomed to spend the rest of her life in Rohendor with a choice: marry the prince and be his wife or be one of his servants. The bond doesn't physically allow her to leave Bailey's side, but by accepting her fate, she can no longer pursue the truth of Merlath's deceit, or can she persuade Bailey, Andor, and Argana that the fate of both their worlds hangs in the balance? Even if she can, can they do anything about it with Merlath missing? Can she trust them, and will she? Find out what fate has in store for our young werewolf princess now that she's no longer even able to shift into her wolf.

CSDreamer1980 · Fantasy
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47 Chs

Experiments

"You have called for me?" Derya asked of Ninive and Argana, who were in Argana's secret lair beneath the castle among bottles and vials she recognized as similar to those the elf used at home. Books lined shelves built into the raw rock, the scent of damp and ground vied with that of chemicals. Odd jars filled with liquid and strange creatures stood among vials and tubes filled with concoctions and powders.

"The magic in the pebble reacts differently to Argana's blood than mine. We wondered what it would do when exposed to yours," Ninive said, barely glancing away from what they were doing.

Both of them wore men's clothes and leather aprons with soft leather gloves as they handled whatever they were busy with.

"You called me down here to get my blood?" she asked with a tiny smirk, and they glanced at her. The little rivalry between them was still there, but they worked well enough together when she somehow expected them to be at odds.