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Dust and Light I

It was like walking through a suffocating, never-ending nightmare. Every step weighed heavy on my heart and soul, each beat of dread pounding louder in my chest. The oppressive darkness closed in around me, squeezing me tighter with each passing moment.

My escort, the stocky human guard, seemed to share my unease as he led me towards the throne room where my aunt, Queen Absinthya, awaited.

The sound of his heavy boots echoed off the damp stone walls, which carried the smell of mold and something more sinister – old blood, perhaps. The air was thick with a stifling humidity that clung to my skin like a clammy hand.

His gaze flicked to me, pity warring with fear in his deep brown eyes. Despite his attempts to mask it, I could see the unease in his face as he led me down the shadowy passageways. But I couldn’t blame him. He knew what fate awaited me in that throne room, a fate as certain as the musty smell of mildew clinging to these dungeon walls. I was resigned to my impending doom, even as fear gnawed at the edges of my resolve and threatened to consume me whole.

Breaking The Eternal is no easy feat. It’s painful, excruciating even. You might not even survive it. And even if you do, the energy drain could still claim your life.  The warning from the Goblin lingered in my mind, a grim echo of the dangerous task that lay ahead.

I couldn’t help but shiver at the thought. The prospect of facing such agony filled me with dread, threatening to fray the fragile threads of courage I clung to.

Yet, it wasn’t just the fear of physical pain that gripped me. It was the knowledge that I would never see my family, my friends again. It felt like abandoning a piece of my soul. Despite my attempts to summon courage from within, fear still gnawed at me relentlessly. Fear of death, fear of pain.

And then there were his words, still fresh in my mind, like daggers to my heart. Rohan’s harsh words cut deeper than any blade, leaving wounds that refused to heal. The memory of his scorn, his rejection, haunted me, a bitter reminder of the love that was never meant to be.

But even as I walked the dark corridors of the dungeon, my heart heavy with sorrow and my spirit weighed down by fear, a tiny spark flickered within me.  I have to be strong , I thought, clenching my fists. Not just for myself, but for everyone who believes in me. For in the end, it was not just my own fate that hung in the balance, but the fate of all those who depended on me.


I arrived next to the entrance of the grand throne hall. Along the way, the floor transitioned from worn, damp dark stone to a glossy sea of red marble, extending throughout the entirety of the palace. The human guard who had escorted me thus far handed me over to another and disappeared back into the labyrinthine corridors. The new guard who now aggressively gripped my arm was a towering figure, towering to an intimidating height. His imposing presence was only amplified by his muscular build, hidden beneath heavy, ominous armor that encased him from head to toe.

Gods, he looks like something out of a nightmare! 

His fingers dug into my skin, leaving angry red marks on my arm. I bit my lip to keep from flinching as he dragged me towards the massive entrance of the throne hall. My feet felt heavy and my heart raced as we got closer and closer to the imposing doors.

Each step he took was accompanied by a haunting creak of metal. Only a narrow slit in the helmet allowed me to catch a glimpse of the glowing red eyes peering out from inside. My blood run cold.

As we approached, the massive doors began to slowly swing open with a deep, echoing groan that seemed to resonate through my very bones.

 Stay strong, Aerin,  I silently urged myself, drawing upon the tattered shreds of courage that lingered within me.  No matter what happens, you must stay strong. 

The guard’s firm grip forced me forward, my body quivering with every step. Ahead lay the throne hall, a vision of opulence and extravagance that seemed to mock my lowly existence. The floor, a sea of crimson marble that appeared to bleed into eternity, stretched out before me. But it was the sinister details that truly chilled me to the bone: towering pillars adorned with grotesque carvings, tapestries depicting ancient battles, filled with shadowy figures and fierce dragons. This was not just elegance, but calculated malignance disguised as opulence.

High Fae lords and ladies flanked the lavish hall, allies of my aunt through bonds of greed and ambition. They watched me like spectators at a gruesome spectacle, their eyes tracing my every step. The males’ lascivious glances devoured my body, reminding me painfully of how exposed the scant fabric of my dress left me. The females whispered to one another, their laughter tinged with scorn and their looks filled with disdain.

I must not let them see my fear, I reminded myself as I forced my gaze forward, trying to block out their piercing eyes and mocking whispers.

At the far end of the hall, the throne loomed like a monstrous creature made of stone and dragon bones. It exuded an aura of power and authority that commanded respect and fear. The small, twisted bodies of horrifying fairies sat on every available surface – near the steps, behind the throne, even in the shadows. Their pointed teeth glinted in the dim light and their eyes blazed with undisguised hatred, sending a chill through my entire being. It was as if they were waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Swallowing hard, I tried to steel myself against the fear that clawed at my insides. My aunt, Queen Absinthya, sat comfortably on her throne, adorned in a daring crimson gown that hugged her form like a second skin, its low neckline and daring slits leaving little to the imagination. Her silver hair was elegantly arranged, cascading in waves around her shoulders. Her cruel red eyes gleamed with sadistic joy as she observed my approach, her twisted smile promising nothing but pain.

“Look at Eryone’s bastard,” a voice hissed. Whispers floated through the air, carrying words laced with venom. “Let her rot,” one sneered. “Let her suffer,” another hissed. “Eryone’s daughter deserves no less.” Mocking, hateful words swirled around me, stirring the cauldron of fear and loneliness inside. Another hiss of voice wished death upon me, their words echoing the sentiment of those who despised my mother, Eryone.

I lifted my chin, trying to project a facade of defiance, but inside, I was crumbling, overwhelmed by a loneliness like I had never known before.

Beside Absinthya, on a smaller but equally imposing throne, sat Rohan. He was as apathetic as a cruel god’s statue, his cold, silver eyes avoiding mine as if I were a ghost, invisible and insignificant. His aloofness stung more than the sharpest blade, making the hall feel even more isolating.

The torches illuminating the chamber cast grotesque shadows that danced on the walls, as if mocking my loneliness.

The High Lord was the embodiment of glacial indifference. His short, rebellious black hair framed a face marked by a deep line of concentration. His eyes, usually a deep blue-gray as profound as the sea, were now almost silver, as if frozen in a state of eternal apathy.

I watched him, searching his face for any hint of feeling, but found only an infinite void. It was as if he were in another world, a world where I didn’t exist. I felt a pang of emptiness, a bitter realization that I was utterly insignificant to him.

Off to the side, a stone table with bizarre symbols engraved on its surface and ropes laid across it looked completely out of place. It did not belong in the regal setting of the hall, it seemed to have been placed there solely for some dark purpose.

Stay strong, Aerin. For yourself, for your mother, I coached myself silently, drawing a deep, shaky breath as I moved ever closer to the destiny that awaited me in this foreboding place.

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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 hope that the texts do not have any grammar errors and that they are written smoothly. It’s hard to see these things when I no longer have a Beta. (no one has more time and those who accept take a long time to give me news, I don’t have patience. lol)

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Mottos =)

The Moon Court motto:

“Under the Night’s Watch, We Shine Like Stars”

(BR: ‘Sob a Vigília da Noite, Brilhamos como Estrelas”).


The Court of Ereglond motto:

“In the Heart of Nature, We Stand as Stewards”

(BR: “No Coração da Natureza, Nós Nos Mantemos como Guardiões”.)


Morodoim motto:

“In Darkness We Reign, In Shadows We Thrive “

(BR:”Na Escuridão Nós Reinamos, Nas Sombras Nós Prosperamos”).


Itria motto:

“In Unity and Valor, We Protect the Realm”


(BR: “Em Unidade e Valor, Nós Protegemos o Reino”.)


I thought about including all the courts, but I didn’t develop any of them, so it was difficult to think of anything. Maybe in the future. ^^

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Sorry for the long text. I intended to split it in two, but there wasn’t an ideal moment within the scene to do that. I know long texts can be boring. ^^’

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Lorian, I posted the text at the same time on DeviantArt. It’s not necessary to comment here if you already commented there. ^^’ Unless you want to, of course. But it’s not necessary. ❤️ ❤️🤗

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Chapter 15 is complete.

Chapter 15 is complete. ^^ There are three parts, and the last two are very long so maybe I’ll divide each one into two parts. I don’t know yet when I’ll post it, as I’m planning to illustrate first and post the images with the text. In case, for some reason, I give up. I will post soon the way I have been doing it. 🙂

I still have the idea of making a Patreon.🤔 Maybe it will be story-oriented. Chapters will be released there first, NSFW scenes will perhaps be exclusive and when I do NSFW images perhaps they will be exclusive to patrons as well. I haven’t decided anything yet, though.🤔 I still don’t know if it’s a good idea.🤔 And, to tell the truth, I haven’t had time to look deeper and try to understand how it works. 🤔

Lots of 🤔s.  lol

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I haven’t started writing yet. I got to a point where I didn’t think much and I needed to plan better. I have situations in my mind, but I don’t know how to get to them yet.
And there are some things that need to be explained and decided:

The prophecy.
Caelia (whether she lives or not)
Rohan’s power. – I talked to my friend a few months ago about how Abb managed to trap some of his power, but I don’t remember the details. Not even where I wrote it down. Because I’m the most disorganized person in the world. XD I need to find where I wrote this.

Abb’s ending. What will happen to her….We also talked about it, but I don’t remember the details or where I wrote it down. (again)

This part of the story is the end, but there are still several things that need to be resolved before I can close this part.

I don’t know, sometimes I have a hard time finding solutions. lol And a little laziness. =D

This is delaying the writing a little, but I’ll try to start writing something tonight. If I don’t get sleepy early. ^^’


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So, I’m going to start planning and writing the next chapter. 🙂 And in a few days, I think I’ll start posting. ^^

Some things about Rohan’s eyes…

I think they are the most striking part of him. It is a very penetrating greyish blue, but it becomes bluer (sometimes so deep almost violet) when he is calm, relaxed and happy.
And they become more gray when he gets angry or irritated, sometimes almost silver or white, if he is very angry.
They turn completely black (just like Lorian’s) when he is using the shadows (but using them with a lot of energy, they don’t always turn completely black)

When he is in his monster form (for lack of another word), I haven’t yet decided whether they stay completely black or become like the eyes of a bird, like a falcon or eagle, for example, but white. I haven’t decided yet. 😀
But he rarely transforms completely. He doesn’t like it. Normally only the talons are shown.

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hello :-)

I’ll post the next chapter soon on DeviantArt and the link will appear in the “Chapters” section, along with “Branded – I” (which I still need to add to the list there), as it took me a long time already. ^^’

But the next one will be posted here first. (As it normally has been)