Here is another chapter. I know I said before I wouldn't launch another till the end of September as I was working on other books, I thought I might finish this chapter as I had done most of it anyway. Enjoy.
..........................................................................................................
In his bed, Soren was tossing and turning unable to sleep due to the frightening lightning and booming thunder shocking him awake now and then. "Darn it weather!" he complained. He huffed. He stood out of his bed in his pink pyjamas and slung on his nightrobe. He walked to the window and looked outside, seeing nothing but darkness and suddenly flashes of white. "How am I ever going to get some sleep?".
Just as he was retreating from the window, a pale-coloured man appeared on the bright glass and he jumped back in fright. "Don't be afraid," the man in the glass was speaking. "I mean you no harm," Soren quivered in fear as he saw the man step right out of the glass, revealing a warrior dressed in a travelling tunic that bared a silver tree. A smooth horn was slung over his shoulder.
"Wait. I remember you," Soren wasn't afraid anymore. "I saw you at the Spire two years ago,".
"You did indeed,".
"You are not wearing clothing from any of the Human Kingdoms,".
"That is correct. I hail from another world. A world much different than your own. But now I have come to you at this grave hour because something terrible is coming. And your friend is in danger of walking down a path of darkness. You must protect Caroline. At all costs. It is a task you cannot fail,".
"No, Caroline will not walk down a path of darkness. She is the sweetest, kindest person I have ever met,".
"Even the purest heart can darken if they become corrupted by dark magic. I was corrupted by a ring of dark power and it drove me mad. I swore to protect a bearer of that dark ring and I nearly killed him. You must make sure the dark magic of your world does not corrupt her or she will be lost forever to the forces that have hunted her since she was a child,".
"The Cult," Soren breathed. The man nodded. "I will not let that happen. Who are you, great soldier?".
Before the soldier could answer, there was a sudden flash and...
..........................................................................................................
Soren screamed, waking up on his bed. He breathed heavily wiping his eyes. "Carol..." he whispered. He twisted his head and saw a painting she had done of them, Zym, Willow and Ezran. His heart trembled. He eyed another picture from his childhood of himself and Claudia as kids with their parents. He slammed it down and fell back again on his bed, unable to shut his eyes.
..........................................................................................................
"Raylan!" Carol kept on crying out his name and on and on and ....
"Such beauty," cackled a voice as cold as ice. She turned around and saw a cloaked being approaching her. She saw purple skin with stars. It was an elf no doubt.
"Stay back," she warned, electricity zapping between her fingers.
"My darling child. Why would I harm anyone like you?".
"Who are you?".
"Let's just say I'm a friend,".
"You don't sound like a friend,".
"Very well. I am a mage," the elf pulled back his hood revealing curvy, thorny horns and long white hair. "A mage of the six sources of primal magic as you will be Princess Caroline,".
YOU ARE READING
One World, One Enemy
FanfictionTwo years have passed since the Dragon Prince was returned to his home and peace was brought to Xadia and the Human Kingdoms. But now Caroline, Raylan and Team Zym must unite again to defeat old enemies and prevent the release of Aaravos, a Star-tou...
