The day of the launch arrived and the hanger was bustling with activity. The fleet was being loaded to the brim with equipment that’s how it and supplies and soldiers. Crew men gathered to ready the sails while engineers checked over the enchantments that will get them airborne. They had decided their route into the Unknown Region would remain in air, with all the precautions necessary. General Hanson oversaw the allocation of personnel, speaking with six captains who all had

Shade tossed and turned on the wafer thin mattress of his cot, unable to settle. Kept clutching at the sheets, his face contorting as the nightmares plagued him once again. He relived the horror of discovering the truth, hearing his own screams as well as those coming from everyone around him. He watched from an outside perspective as he lost control of his magic, putting everyone in danger. In his dreams, it felt like he had killed everyone. He wouldn’t wake up until he felt

Valerius found himself rather intimidated at the thought of approaching the Oracle. He was the High-King and ruler of the Realm, yet this old woman scared him more than anything else. “ Do not underestimate the power of the Oracle”  his own father had told him when he was young and being groomed for the throne. “ She can see more than any mage in all the lands. Her wisdom should be heeded with caution. Her motivations may not always coincide with our own. And she will never g

Once upon a time, the hospital was packed with wounded in the war on a daily basis. It was the largest medical centre in the capitol where patients from every surrounding district would be brought to when their respective healers were overwhelmed. The Citadel had its own medical wing, which was were the Guard would be treated so they wouldn’t affect the civilian treatment. As High-Princess of the Realm, Emelia Knight had the opportunity to visit the hospital to see the patien

Since building up a new communications network worldwide, getting transport around the globe was becoming easier. Still treacherous, but they had started mapping safe routes from one country to another by land and air. Outposts and transit hubs were established at key locations to make travel easier. Within a day, they could travel from the UK to China with one single helicopter flight. From the United States, there was an additional road trip, which only took a couple of hou

The transports picked them up and brought them across the wasteland, returning Clark and his team to their headquarters in this area.

The grey sky hung over their heads ominously like a blanket, blotting out the sun shrouding the wasteland in darkness.

The atmosphere across the Realm had changed now the war was over. The truce had been finalised months ago with the official inauguration of Balthazar as Elder, uniting the Death-Hunters and the Realm Guard at last. Peace was slow to restore as there was still tensions in the different districts, but almost all of the neutral factions had returned to the fold as promised. The mood was improving as each week passed, former death-hunters helping rebuild the countryside they had

Thunder rumbled in the distance, drawing Hanson’s eyes up to the overcast sky. Birds flocked overhead like an omen, fleeing their presence as they entered the small village. The General had to peel his eyes to the ground to remind him he was still in the Realm before his eyes started playing tricks on him.

It was a long and difficult labour, going on for over an hour. The midwives and nurses did what they could, but Aanya had to push through a lot of pain. Zander was late, but it was a relief when he finally arrived to support her. When she was finally dilated and ready, she had her husband by her side.