Kaiezua’s pov
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I stepped through the portal back to Alverie after my last warrior had safely left the desert lands. As I excited the portal, I looked around at my men their dishevelled appearance and down trodden aura’s ... with a sigh I tell them go home to you families and relax you have all earned a break I'm giving you leave for three days but I raise a hand to stop the men leaving, remember this “not one word on your blood” my men turn to me as one dropping to one knee raising their right hand above their heart before they utter on our blood, they then rise and leave.
I hate making them give a blood oath but Cole is going to want this kept quiet. As I make my way to my personal quarters within the castle I go over in my head and try to piece together exactly what has happened and how to make sense of the last 3 moths not only do I need to tell Cole that we lost another 15 men but that the people if you can call them that the word I much prefer is savages but Cole does not allow this he says they have Merely gone back to the old ways. anyways I need to notify that these people are gaining power more and more young are being born with the inclination and they are also being stolen away by king Aturos a cruel and ruthless leader who rose up in the desert land pillaging the smaller tribes killing and r****g at will people are a commodity to him to be treated as he wishes.
I finish my shower and change into my back seekers uniform knowing that Cole will most likely want to hunt tonight. Following the hum of Coles aura I head towards the meeting room as I hear the door slam shut, curious I look around the hall to make sure I am alone before pulling the shadows towards myself when I am fully surrounded, I leap through the shadows into a corner of the meeting room and stand there listening to what the meeting is about, I listen intently and hold my breath when the new elder lets a giant bloody bomb drop … all these years wasted for what the prophesy was wrong. I wait until Cole leaves before leaping through the shadows emerging in a deserted hall way before quickly catching up with Cole matching his stride
Report he says and I do
15 we lost 15 I trail off and let that sink in ..
Carry on Cole quietly says .. the tribes are getting stronger more and more born with the inclination, the warriors are getting mater it would appear they have figured out a way to hide the young when the raids come instead of taking the young, he has started to take weaker women I believe he has decided if he cannot take the young, he will breed his own. I let that statement sit before I look into my friend's eyes. The witch visited me I say as I glance around once again to make sure we are alone .. I was sleeping with the guard doubled and I still woke to her sitting beside me
She had a message I was foretold to deliver to the first son of Alverie
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