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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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The First War

Derya stared into Andor’s eyes, and despite the quiet crowd, the sun shining down on them from a bright blue sky, Argana acting as the priest to seal their vows, and Bailey standing two feet from her on the second step, only the two of them seemed to exist.

“Doeth any soul object to the binding of these two souls?” Argana asked, and a cold dread briefly intruded into this perfect moment.

Derya stared, mesmerized, at the dashingly handsome man in his dark blue uniform with all the golden adornments and tassels of his station and that white embroidered sash over his shoulder. Any other man might have looked ridiculous, but he looked regal.

Why did it not even matter to her that he was human?

The silence stretched, and she half expected it to be interrupted by some protest, but nothing happened, yet her tension did not abate. Almost as if she was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Then I take thee silence as consent, and all thy qualms shall be muted forever.”