Creatures Of Dusk

etching his hand to pull the shining sword out of the thick brown wooden surface, embedded in the blo

reeze above the area of Fuathland for the half a century in number of bunyips who crossed the door– their footsteps never returned. A petite woman– on the verge of entering in early twenties, dressed in a crimson fa

find it's way amid the cluster of bad omens. We should wait for a phase longer, " smiled the bunyip quee

– holding her ground, "wouldn't it be unfair to let a young skin like you get away– without fulfilling a lad's desir

inside an abode for a lad's possession. But she is standing here on the battlefield, waiting for the monster to devour

began circling him, "a body of a soldier, eyes like a prince but a brain to be crushed at a maid's feet and the possession of your egoist words whi

us stones and roared with a burning hatred in his eyes, "a woman should know her place, fool lady!

s formerly covered by an oversized cloak and escaped the first strike by her opponent's side, with a narrow blink of an eye. The crowd had alre

he committed that mistake which queen wished for. She didn't try to block the merchant's second strike as the sharp tip of the knife slashed through the queen's

d across the large door. It was a low rumble, clearly from a distant source but the familiarity of the voice was

ith the tip of her now guarded sword, forced the man to straighten and meet her into eyes, "a man should be aware of his surrounding before imposing his void dominance on a woman as 'she' certainly is not only bound to be chained in abode but to be set free

t his destiny was written– for his hands were coa

lmost negligible twinge in the ruby stone of her bangle made her aware of her presence and already known to the ultimate result of delaying, she clutched the merchant's nape in a life-sucking grip and dragged him towards the gate.

the gap making the merchant cry in horror, "I beg your pardon, queen. S-She is near–" He never got the chance to

ly got replaced by the loud shrieks of a lady. There was no doubt ling

nt voice made them freeze their steps, "the fight has not ended yet, my people." She turned towards them and aft

more is needed to be done, queen?" Asked a dwar

a determined statement flew through the queen's plump lips, "the sac

tion towards itself. From the partition came a grinding noise, a howl of hunger, a roar of thirst. The hazy reverie shattered down when a smoky figure surged through each pore o

had not expected this amount of destruction. A name passed her

ne at a blink, their appearance– seizing the breath from each living soul. Just when the heads began hissing at their audience, twelve tentacle-l

e crowd cried out in unison but no force was able to stop her. They cried for their queen but she continued to hover in t

limbs, fibre by fibre after sucking the last drop of blood from its snaky heads. She did nothing but witnessed the anguish filled surroundin

ty of her kingdom– the fuath realm. Her cries echoed in every direction of the field, mingling with the du

ent he saw the queen throwing the merchant inside the dark gap, he slipped unnoticed from the crowd and hid himself in the shado

eft behind, Gregori? Or do

remble course through Gregori's veins. Somehow, the warrior part inside him surfaced and urged him to voice his words which were slowly making him hollow, "you let her kill hundred of your me

and what made you believe that I will let you escape from here. . .breathing! Do you think I

rembled– yet, he couldn't help but scream in fru

ennium, I have protected this kingdom from Scylla's clutches. This realm of fuathland is breathing under a lethal curse but still, I managed to keep this land away from Scylla's wholesome d

ously shaking his head but nothing came out of his mouth, for all he could see was

ands and ruin my kingdom. No Gregori, I had continued this sacrifice of hundred of my men each day and I will continue it. Until. . .her arrival in Fuathland. Today, you too were supposed to be with them but you decided to ruin everything for me and today, Scylla didn't drink the blood of hundred bunyips but of n

her fingertips and circled Grigori. The flames guttered as he cried for escape. She seized his voice in one leap as she crashed above him, slicing his wrin

ill have to force herself to come here again the following day, along with a hundred of his men. Yet again, she will have to become the wi

who emerged from the ruins– from the deepest depth of fuath realm. She was dressed in the familiar grey long dress, blue stripes of silk around her bare arms and her ankle-length white hair which swayed with her dress in the breeze. She strod

f inside the vizim mansion 500 years ago– waiting for the birth of an angel hybrid. The awakening of her soul now was the sign of a clarified doubt. Dracae br

ened! She has completed her destined journey of the first realm. Now, it's time for her to give the fuath realm, the freedom it is craving for millenniums. And you have to be her guide, Dracae. You

r path to here. . . but invisibly! You can not enter the humane realm, Dracae, it will burn you. But remember, the moment her first step would fall on the fuathla

ry of bunyips, fused together, it will help our protector in the battle. When the right time will be a few steps away, transfer this sorcery to her." Her words gradually faded along w

d her emotions and with a determined step, she opened a portal with a snap of her hand. Without once glancing

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