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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
Peringkat tidak cukup
47 Chs

Vows

How had the last few days passed so quickly?

Derya stared out the window at the town square where the decorated stage awaited the Prince's wedding. She could not help but notice how much of that stage was wood. Wedding jitters, and unease with what might happen in just a few short hours when the festivities started, kept her restlessly pacing.

Why did it feel like only yesterday when she swayed to the melodies of the fiddle, harp, mandolin, and drums before the ancient castle in Andor's arms, before they were doing the other traditional dances that had her swinging from man to man during the many interchanges of dance partners.

For a brief few hours, it felt like she was home among all these familiar things. People laughed, even Bailey, and when Andor finally took her upon the traditional midnight walk through the gardens with the other couples following them in twos, she could almost swear she was in Arendon.