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    The crypt VII [ FINAL]

    A strangled scream tore from my throat as I struggled, pinned beneath the creature’s weight. Her hair, as black as night, whipped against my face, and the icy chill of her claws pierced my skin. “Please, no,” I whimpered, my voice barely a whisper. “Let me go.” “Aerin,” she whispered, her voice raspy and harsh. “Aerin, Aerin, Aerin.” The name echoed through the walls of my nightmare, each repetition a cruel blow to my heart. I tried to move, to fight, but it was as if I was trapped in a swamp, sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness. I woke up with a start, my heart pounding frantically in…

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    The crypt VI

    The crypt’s corridors seemed to writhe and coil like the belly of a serpent, making it difficult to navigate. Sylvenna and Thistle had taken a different path, disappearing through a passage that led to the palace kitchen. Rohan and I walked in stifling silence, as if we were submerged underwater. My mind was a tempestuous ocean, swirling with questions and doubts. Why did everything have to be so damn complicated? The only source of light in the dark, damp tunnels were a few feeble, ethereal blue flames flickering in sconces along the walls. Their dancing shadows seemed to take on a life of their own, playing sinister games with our…

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    The crypt V

    No, no, no. This can’t be real. “Release me, Aerin,” he pleaded, his voice husky with emotion. “We can escape together. With your powers, we can be free.” This can’t be happening. Is this real? It feels real. As he spoke, his words were like a seductive melody, luring me in with their sweet promises. I felt myself getting tangled in his words, unable to resist the pull of the past and the possibility of rekindled love. “Please, Aerin,” Gareth implored, his eyes locking onto mine with a desperate intensity. “I love you. Don’t let them keep us apart.” Love? Can it truly be love? “Aerin, don’t listen to him!”…

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    The crypt IV

    Rohan’s gaze was like a frozen bolt, piercing the prisoner before us. The anger radiating from him was intense, almost tangible, making the air around us feel charged. His hands, clenched into iron fists, trembled with brute force. “Silence,” he commanded, his voice vibrating through the walls. “I’ll deal with you later.” The muffled voice behind the rough sack whimpered, weak and trembling with fear. “P-please…have mercy. It won’t happen again.” I stared at the prisoner, my mind racing to make sense of the situation. The prisoner’s voice… it sounded so familiar. How could this be? “Traitor!” Rohan’s roar reverberated through the chamber, each word dripping with fury. “You put…

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    The crypt III

    I stepped into the dimly lit chamber, my eyes widening as I surveyed the unexpected gathering. What’s happening here? I had no idea there was a little rebellion going on. I only expected to find the healer here. Rohan really hid this well. A sly smile spread across the goblin’s face, revealing a row of jagged, yellow teeth. His eyes, like two glinting coins, shone with an unsettling cunning. And a goblin? Seriously? Since when did these petty and treacherous creatures join any noble cause? Ah, look at him with that sly smile. I’ve never been a fan of goblins, be they civilized or wild. They’re all the same. The…

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    So far, I’ve managed to rewrite up to chapter 4, which is the chapter where Gareth’s village is destroyed. For now I paused and as soon as possible I’ll start chapter 5. But I already posted on deviantart up to the first part of chapter 2. I’m telling you in case you want to reread it. But don’t feel obligated, I know it’s difficult to keep up with so much and at the same time find time for your own projects and RL. ^^ (I’m not sure if I would say, rewrite since I made some modifications and changed the POV, but the content is practically the same. ^^) I…

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    The crypt II

    As we materialized in the crypt, a bone-chilling cold enveloped me, as if warning of ancient evil lurking within. A stale, oppressive atmosphere clung to this dark place, heavy with the musty scent of aged parchment, causing my nose to wrinkle and my throat to constrict. The faint aroma of crumbled dried herbs, once meant to soothe weary travelers, now only added to the unsettling feeling of decay. Rohan stumbled beside me, his grip on my hand trembling violently. He had pushed himself too far. The toll of our journey was evident in the deep creases furrowed into his handsome face. His gravelly and strained voice betrayed the exhaustion gnawing…

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    The crypt I

    I curled up in the corner of my cell, holding onto my knees as if they were the only thing keeping me from losing my mind in this dreadful place. The cold wrapped its icy fingers around me, and I shivered involuntarily. I refused to succumb to the vile conditions around me, the putrid stench and decaying walls that threatened to break my spirit. A relentless drip echoed like a mocking laugh, each drop a hammer blow against my sanity. The sounds of anguished cries and lamentations from other prisoners reverberated through the damp, oppressive air. No windows. Darkness, absolute and suffocating, was my only companion. No sliver of moon,…

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    Chapter 16: The ritual III [ FINAL]

    The wind, once a fierce howling monster, now caressed my skin with gentle fingers and danced playfully through my hair. The bonfire, which had raged with fury just moments ago, now sputtered and crackled as it died down casting an eerie stillness upon the scene. In the silvery moonlight, the queen’s soldiers emerged from the shadows of the surrounding trees, dragging a wounded Caelia into the heart of the clearing. Their grotesque forms were illuminated by the dying embers of the fire, casting hideous shadows across their faces. A strangled cry burst from my throat as I watched in terror.  “Caelia!” I screamed. The soldiers tossed her aside like a…

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    Chapter 16: The ritual II

    AERIN The wind howled like a savage beast, tearing at my skin with its frozen fangs, relentless and unforgiving. Its cold touch left me raw and burning, as if I were prey for a hungry predator. The darkness ahead only added to the sense of dread that consumed me. My feet strained against the treacherous mountain path, every step a battle against gravity and the rustle of brittle leaves beneath me. Despite the fear coursing through my veins, I refused to give in to the mountain’s will, determined to reach the ominous peak where a cruel destiny surely awaited me. With each breath I took, the air grew thin and…