Must Read: A Broken Destiny: The Sword Of Vengeance

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Must Read: A Broken Destiny: The Sword Of Vengeance

LUCIEN
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I smiled when Gorith told me that the men I sent to the North were attacked by a mob and beaten to nearly the point of death. Suddenly the people of that dry land are now so fearless that they have the nerve to pick up things and attack men sent from me. I will see to it that every last living creature in that decaying land pay for the madness of a few.

But then again, the foolish king reacted just as I expected he would. He should have been calm and when I didn’t get the reaction I wanted, I would have called back my men but his pride won’t let him think beyond his nose. Quietly, I have prayed and yearned for a reason to finish what my father started in that land and now I have the perfect motive. It was insulting for a defeated and pitiful person like that sorry excuse of a king to even have the thoughts to rival or unsettle my reign talk more of actually going for the one person that could do it.
He should have known better than such a move won’t die out with me. A king should only take such a risky move only if he is certain of success, in this case he wasn’t and his subjects will pay for his failure. Now, he didn’t just indirectly come for a man under my kingdom but he also attacked one of my gordands. The fool didn’t stop there; he went further to have my men beaten. I think I have been a little quiet recently which has given room for non-entities to make bold moves against me. I will make an example of the North which will kill off any other thoughts in the midlands. The drums of war have started beating and I can smell blood and death not too far away.
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“My king.”
“What is it, Gorith?”
“My men and I have searched the whole palace and even the catacombs and these are the books we could find that are of relation to what you seek.” I nodded and he stood on his feet before calling his men to drop some volume of books on the table. I dismissed him and walked slowly towards the books as I have completely put away searching for how that hunter got his gift. Destroying what remains of the north has been my priority for a while now.

I let my gift out and let it roam over the books as my fingers caressed each of them from top to bottom. Only three gave me this tingling s£nsat!on, which meant they were related to what my heart desired. I took the one with the strongest urge and the title of the book surprised me. Why would a book be called the ‘grimoire of the chosen?’
ELLEN
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I woke up just before the first crow, no;
I opened my eyes after shutting it for a long time as I am unable to sleep but the radiant smile my eyes were greeted to from Kieran made me settle for the former. I actually slept for the first time in a long time and it was down to this handsome, arrogant man in front of me.

I was surprised that I could still sleep that all I could do was just cover my Unclad body with a cloth he left for me and stare back at him.

“How was it like, your sleep?”
Kieran asked but I couldn’t answer, I just continued to gaze at his eyes. He walked around the chair he was sitting and came to sit beside me and pulled me into him. The moment his hands started playing with my hair, I lost control and let the tears out. He just kept playing with my hair and at intervals; he would kiss them which would make me stiffen.
I left his warm and hard embrace and stood up to go wash my body as I felt dirty. I let the cloth around my body fall to the ground and walked Unclad to the wash room. I didn’t expect him to follow me there and he didn’t. While I washed, the memories of what Kieran did to me the previous night kept me occupied.
I thought it was a bit irritating when I felt his wet tongue in me and I wanted it out of there as soon as possible but the man knew what he was doing. My irritation soon changed to pleasure and I couldn’t believe what I did next; pushing my waist back and forth to the movement of his tongue. I found myself breathing hard, and I quickly occupied my mind with something else. Mother said I could sleep with him, not yearn for his being.

I left the wash pool and applied my body ointment. While I did, I remembered the pain and conflict of desires the hunter was in.
I was able to see him without the mask of pretence and I discovered that behind that arrogance was a simple and caring soul.
He was right about calling out to his gift as though it was another being in him.
The presence of his gift was unusual; it was like another being resided in him. He was truly not like every other gifted person and trying to make meaning out of it hasn’t been a success for me.

Usually, our gift was something in our minds which can be controlled and manipulated using spells and words. It’s a part of us and trying to remove it will cause us to die. Kieran’s own was like the form of a being and if I am not mistaken, the form of a human. I must tell mother of this and as much as I hate to say, this is beyond my comprehension. I wore a gown and went back to the bedroom to find Kieran staring out the window. He turned back when he heard me coming and he had this strange smile on his face. I stopped walking and watched him close the distance between us. He took hold of my hands and said,
“No one deserves to be unhappy, especially one as enchanting as you are.” I smiled after he said that, but I had this feeling that he was heading somewhere and I didn’t want the questions of yesterday ruin the moments of now, so I decided to take the lead in the discussion.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” he smiled and said,
“Yes, I found out that you fvck really well for someone who hasn’t walk that path for a long time.” I chuckled and he put my hands around his neck.
“No, I meant what you were looking for yesterday.”
“I wouldn’t say I did, but I am glad to see you finally put away that bitterness in you. You look radiant when you smile and you should keep it that way.” He was deliberately playing around but then I got what I wanted and even the plus of having the most handsome man in these lands as my lover. I stood on my toes and played with his tongue once again.