Excuse this small authors note, it's needed at the top. If you are going to critique this book read the external link. No, I do not, will not always use italics. Respect my wishes as an author in that I have a very good reason for not doing this. The italics are given to another character later on... who's in a character's head. This is a needed style choice. Now, go ahead if you wish and rip the book apart, or not whichever is fine. Thank you for your help - dark
A flash of tiny bright dots blinded Merryn from the cast spell. Rubbing them she stumbled onto the cobblestone walkway. The dangling coin pouch on her hip jangled, so she grasped it, silencing it.
Giving it a double squeeze, it stretched out and slammed back down, compressing its contents.
The port and the book were at opposite ends of the city, hopefully, the map would have a few shortcuts marked on it. Paved jade streets and marble lined walls bled of status and wealth.
She pulled the map out from another pouch. Yes, it's off ahead; the northern district.
There was no point bothering to try to fit in, no time for such triflings. It was an elegant city at least by human standards. Such a stark change from a year ago. The looks of the men and women who passed by etched with disdain. Each haughty face and glare as subtle as a kick in the gut.
The corners of her mouth drooped. It was bad enough having to learn the darker arts let alone be dumped into this human city. Couldn't blame the Elder Adapts, they were already pushed past their limit keeping everyone at home from succumbing to the dark ones.
Now wasn't the time to give in to that side. Concentrate on the mission, need to hurry now. They didn't say how long the runes would hold.
It was hard calling him but had to be done.
"Feared Kage, pull the shadows and wrap them tight, with a kiss of the night," she whispered.
It took concentration to will the shadows to come. The coolness flowed over, starting at her feet. It spread to her torso, over her face and hair stopping as it reached her long ears.
With a flick of a hand, the pouch slipped into her vest where it vanished from sight.
Majestic trees provided cool shade between the homes. She edged away from the light; the sunlight sliced through the shade and shadows blocking all progress, the light would break the spell. She pressed to a wall weaving between the homes working her way forward.
Crouched down, she breathed slow and even. Soft pink petals floated to the ground and carpeted the streets. People sat under them, chatting; ignorant. The petals created a false sense of serenity to the city, it masked the evil here, contained in a fragile cage; the magics within weakening. It was already breaking out. Just keep thinking about how nice and quite the Abby is. It didn't work.
The shadows moved of their own, wavering up the sides up against the buildings. A thin tail lead back to the castle; it hugged the sides of the walls and buildings as it trickled back before sliding through a crack. The humans couldn't see them. It was not the shade or shadows that made her shiver. It was awake. The other Adapts should never have agreed to let them guard it, hell they can't even see its spirit.
Can't just sit here. She worked her way towards the back-end of the city; the elite lived here in their white houses, decorated with paintings of the spirits. While most other houses had the spirit of water, this one had three fish heads encircling each other. Along the edges of the houses, the blue foamy waves crested over the doorway, offering peace and blessings to those who resided or visited.
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(On Hold)❧ Soul Tear ❧ Book One: The Last Spirit AdaptFantasy
Trying out a new blurb: Merryn is a young Elven priestess that had taken emergency training of a thief to help her people steal the Book of Perdicion. The humans had taken it after winning the blood war, now five hundred years later the runes weaken...