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.
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The Arca...
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IZOGIE
The phantoms loomed over the prison, concealed in a cloud of smoke and fire. Below the jagged edges of the cliff, the maze glowed faintly at the base of the chasm. The torches lit in the vale fought against the grim shadows of the endless night. Scorching winds swept across the smoldering skies above while the sand hissed as it trailed through the desert.
Izogie held the mask in her hands, staring at the flames of the underworld growing darker in the quiet. Tears clouded her bloodshot eyes while the bitter taste of sand burned the back of her throat. She coughed until it rattled inside her chest like a wild dog thundering at the blistering heat.
She wiped the warm drops of blood from her lips using a tattered piece of Katara's shirt. "What are ya' stupid?" Izogie heaved. "Ain't no use in staying fit for the grave. You're in hell now, elf."
His gaze charred straight through her like a raging inferno that consumed everything. With a dauntless mien, he seethed each time he repelled himself off the ground in a mass of darkness. His breathing intensified as the veins in his forehead bulged and convulsed. The more he used his power, streaks of twilight vanished until it was completely gone.
"Sssahh!" He cried out, struggling to push himself off the warm black stones of the cave.
"That's the sixth time you've locked lips with the dirt," Izogie said, pressing her back against the wall, desperate to conserve every ounce of her breath.
He exhaled into the frayed slabs of stone, fanning his hot breath against the heated rocks. "I saw her." He said, staring at Izogie with desolate eyes. "Ferisha fell to the north. What's beyond this desert?"
Izogie examined the ghoul helm once more, her sadness reflected within the demonic grin of the mask. For a moment, she imagined the four cobblestone walls of the prison. Even though the capital tried to turn her into a beast, she found a reason to live.
Now, she longed for the empty prison with the hole drilled through the wall and the young woman who looked beyond their demise.
"Death." She spat.
"What's out there?" He whispered, leaning closer.
"Why do you think they put two golems in one cage weeks before the oath severance?" Izogie asked with bitterness clinging to her voice.
He jumped to his feet, not wanting to waste any more time. He extended his arm as the astral steel appeared in the palm of his hand. The sword glistened in the haze, beckoning onto Izogie. She could feel something pulling her to take the weapon and decimate all her enemies. If only she could get closer. "ENOUGH." He held the sword at her throat. "Where is Ferisha?!"
"The cell isn't so we don't run." Izogie turned the center of her neck towards the blade. "When they starve you long enough, then after a few weeks, you don't care where the hell the meat comes from."
