Season 1 of The Gilded Throne
After the war, the Elven Queen rose to power by declaring peace. Centuries later, an ancient magic emerged. Now Izogie and her friends must race to the north to reveal the truth behind the Mysterious War.
*****
The Arca...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
KATARA
The night fell over King's Veil in silence, plunging the sky into outright darkness only six hours after noon. The netherborne cried out as the last light from the sun diminished, their prayers soon turned into dusk.
One elf pushed against the tide until he reached a cauldron of fire. He stuck his hand inside the flames and set the capital ablaze. His screams shook the palace walls in fear as he uttered the sacred words of their immortality. He said the same ballistic they said in the war against humans.
Back then, Victoria stood against the human race as the embers slowly consumed her left hand. She took a deep breath and spoke a riddle amidst the darkness.
"May the light of twelve lead us into the world beyond the stars," Katara said with a shaky voice.
Izogie shifted closer to her, and looked her square in the eyes. "We ain't breathed our last, and we ain't fifty feet under, so save those damned words for the dead."
A piercing screech echoed inside the prison cell as the sound of bones cracking filled their hearts with despair. Katara's hands coiled tightly around the sword that once electrified the blade. In Nikolai's cold grasp, the steel became a rod of lightning that dwindled with each passing second until the light diminished.
Nikolai's body convulsed, his chest rattling in the distance. They pressed their backs against the cobblestone wall, watching him writhe in pain. She could feel Izogie tapping on her shoulder, and when the seconds turned into minutes, she banged her fists against her arm. Tears began to fall from her eyes. Still, the sword trembled in Katara's hands.
"I know! Okay!" she yelled. "I never had a mother to sing me no nurseries. These words are all I got."
Katara knew death. All her life, she felt the cold steel slicing into her skin the moment someone she loved succumbed to the Arctic plunge of mortality. A fire burned inside of her because she knew as much as those pointy ears tried to deny it. Elves and humans both had the same capacity to love and rage.
She had watched them love and laugh all her life. Hell, they even bled the same red blood that humans bleed. Sure, the highborns were monsters that repaid weakness with cruelty, but if she picked up a weapon to kill Nikolai at that moment. Then, she would never be any better than them. She couldn't bring herself to thrust the end of the blade into his flesh. Not when she had to watch the life drain from his grey eyes until they turned as pale as an Echo Fox.
"If the light of twelve Eldryn is all we got now. Then we're already dead." Izogie whispered.
Nikolai jolted forward. "Nooooooo." He roared a thundering scream that lasted several minutes.
Katara covered her ears as she dropped the sword on the prison floor. The cold cobblestone slammed into her ribcage, and she shrieked in agony, mirroring the young lord's piercing howl. An intense pain crept up the side of her abdomen, pressing against her ribcage. "Katara!" She screeched into a cacophony of ear-splitting voices.
