“Yes…” I said nodding along. “… I suppose it is, still, I am sorry for calling you a child, you are actually quite mature.”
“Pfft!! I’m a baby!” He waved me off. “I honestly don’t know how you two put up with me… I can’t sit still for two seconds without getting bored, and I’m always doing something stupid to get your attention, it doesn’t bother me that you shoved some truth in my face, somebody has to from time to time…"
Carrion sighed, "I think I preferred it when you called me Wrath."
She chuckled, for once, "But you fight like a little bear cub."
“You are Arden, son of Echtor.” The witch turned toward the Bolt Thrower. “Your father was very brave. He fought bravely, and died well.”
“You will pay for that, witch.” The Bolt Thrower, this Arden, roared and swung his hammer. A streak of lightning burst forth from it and headed for the witch.
Sirang leaned back in the seat, “Aren’t you supposed to be on my side, I mean you're my secretary.”
“I’m on the side of whoever pays me best.”
“Someone is protecting her.” The Arc Lighter looked around him. “Who?”
“The one she serves.” The golden hair held up her sceptre. “Beware of...”
Before she could finish another burst of darkness slammed into the three, lifting them off their feet.
“I want her dead, Hari.” The Bolt Thrower hurled another bolt at the Alvaine witch but the cocoon of darkness protecting her absorbed it completely.
“We are fighting something we cannot defeat, Arden.” Hari the Arc Lighter pleaded. “Get the Sceptre of Eternity to Sora while she can still use it.”
"Are-are you sure?"
She nodded, curling her knees up under her chin, "C-Comfort me, dog."
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“I thought my house was burning," Keenin said. "What if I do that again? Will we all be dead?”
“Nobody can cast magic in their sleep,” Bodwin said pouring a different canteen over the fire. “Your spirit was likely trying to get your attention because you haven’t played with it in a while. They like to show off.”
Ellery leaned into her, hands clasped under her own chin, her tail gently swaying behind her, “Then let me form my own opinion of it.”
Desdemona thought for just a moment, then shook her head, causing the loose strap of her helm to slap against the outer coil of her horns. “I don’t even like you going to Prism Falls. That place is filthy and overrun with fae.”
"We only have two options. And either way, both have something to lose."
"I see..then...i will bet my life for the best plan you have."
From chapter 2 of "OVERHAUL"
https://tapas.io/series/Overhaul-New-novel-series
“How are we supposed to get there?” Jaison asked.
Jerric grinned. “Oh. You haven’t met her flying bull yet, have you?”
Episode 8
Haan's Heart:
"Ryatt…we’re out of time," I said carefully while scrutinizing Ryatt's adorable but impassive face. His brow was scrunched up as if troubled. After all, the more robust he became, the closer Micayle was to death! I could sense that his aversion to my suggested discourse was very real. Ryatt was utterly unwilling to stain or ruin Micayle with his own hands, even if it meant letting her die. Admirable as I found this to be, it left us with no solution. Was there another option other than watching Micayle die in his arms? I pleaded once more, against my better judgment, "If we don’t do something soon, what’s going to happen to Micky? Just…just do it, Lucky. Better you than that creep, Lucci. I’m sure Micky would agree, right?"
"How could she possibly agree? Don’t you know she likes Axel? If I…she’ll never, ever forgive me for that, I’m sure she’d rather die! Besides, you don’t know this, but I have a fiancé. My mom would flip. I…I can’t, Haan. I don’t even know how to do that, even if I wanted to." Ryatt rejected once more. From his resolute eyes, I knew he definitely wouldn’t do what I suggested.
“Let us pray that is so.” Hari sighed. “And also for Sora, though we know not what we can do for her.”
“She sleeps now, but I fear she will not survive the night.” Rubia replied as fresh tears trickled down her pale face.
Episode 3
The third party threat to their “fun” having left, dad and Frank got right back to bickering. “And your sword! Your sword, Frank! You may feel bad for my son, but I sure feel bad for anyone you marry in the future. Your sword is so small, I doubt you’ll have the prowess to defend your wife and kids from any threats.”
Frank shot back- “It’s not the size that matters man, it’s how you use it. My swordsmanship is leagues above you, Michie boy.” He thrust his longsword through the air a couple of times, miming stabs and parries.
“I’m glad to see you think so highly of us.” Zahra giggled before saying in a motherly tone, “Now, get out of those pajamas and put these on.” She handed us a new set of clothes. I stared at the gray t-shirt and black pants—thankful that Owyn’s clothes were not flashy. “And for the love of the deities, Aryan. Please do not allow Lady Samara to be caught in the same clothes for more than a few days. She is a goddess.”
“Heh.” I rolled my eyes. “I’ll make sure to put it on the top of my to do list.”
“You’re going to want to wake up…” She told me in a sing-songy way.
“Unless someone is dying, I’m never waking up.” I spoke into my pillow.
“I don’t care what I am.” Arden said softly. “I want you to be well again.”
“I will be, dear heart.” Sora’s amber eyes glazed. “But not here in this... this form...”
