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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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Keeping Secrets

“Should we tell Bailey?” Ninive asked.

“Until I’ve unlocked all the scrolls, I do not think it wise,” Derya said thoughtfully, not liking the idea of keeping secrets Bailey and Argana. Yet, could she afford to anger the Creator with what was at stake? Because these scrolls were prophecies written by a true devout prophet.

“Call Bailey first, and I will read my scroll afterward and Argana’s last. If she asks, tell her the prophet marked the scrolls in order,” she said, and Ninive obeyed wordlessly, a worried little frown tugging at her brow.

Bailey arrived, looking tense, and with a sense of trepidation, Derya unwound the leather laces.

“You two do not look as if what you read proved good news,” Bailey said.

“This is more complicated than we assumed, a blank page greeted her.