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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 · Fantasi
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Blood Locked

They stared at the red-headed woman seated behind that magnificent but sinister desk. Her uncommon beauty seemed out of place in this intimidatingly dark place. Although completely human, something about her was ethereal like the elves, but it was the wisdom and age in her eyes that intimidated the most.

"Should you then not be a dragon if you come from her?" Argana asked, as always curious and the eternal scientist.

"Only the original dragons, the great ones, had heart stones. Humans feared these creatures and hunted them. The dragons then found a way to entrust their essence and their magic into a human vessel, even so, humans killed most of them. Many wielders lost the heart stones over the millennia, but none were ever as powerful as the two guardians of the world, Arendon and Rohandor. The representatives of good and evil."

"So, technically, we have a dragon. She's just in twelve pieces?" Bailey asked.

"Yes, as you so crudely put it, young one."