《Soulseeker》Chapter 11 - Before the Conclave 1
Advertisement
Lithoniel
Lithoniel was standing on a green field, the Sun warm on her skin as she walked around, euphoric as she had never been. There was something weird in what she was seeing like a strange fog at the corner of her vision. She didn't really pay attention to it. For the first time in her life, she could hear the chirping of birds, see quiet mountains in the distance and feel the smell of wet grass in the air, so different from that persistent stench of rotten eggs lingering in the Embersea.
It was like she was living in a dream. Unfortunately, that dream soon became a nightmare. The earth started shaking, and huge fireballs came out from the mountains, burning grass and trees, turning the water of the rivers into steam. It was like she was reliving what happened a thousand years before, the day of Cataclysm. That was just the start.
Something even worse than fire started to come out from those huge holes opening in the ground: the same monsters she had seen before, deep underground. They were like an eruption, a black flood swallowing and destroying everything in their path.
Gradually, her paradise became a battlefield, a hell of fire and death as hundreds, then thousands of people started to die, engulfed by the flames or killed by those monsters. But it was when the bodies became too numerous to count, that she saw it: the black tree. It extended its roots on the corpses, draining them of blood like a huge leech.
It was about to reach her, when Lithoniel woke up, so terrified she couldn't even scream. The mark at the pit of her stomach was still pulsating when she opened her eyes and saw the familiar shape of her tent. The blanket covering her fell when she stood up, but she still lacked air. One month had passed since she came back to the tribe, and the temperature was much colder, but she felt like she was suffocating. She wanted to leave, get some fresh air when she saw the shadows of her jailers, standing just outside the tent. She took a deep breath, then another, her heart slowing down as she regained control of her emotions. She still wasn't used to being a prisoner, a criminal waiting for trial.
Advertisement
After she'd come back, she expected Naevys and the others to resolve the situation swiftly, maybe even the next day, but as days and weeks went by, the wait became something close to a torture, the uncertainty almost worse than the punishment she expected to receive. Rolim's occasional visits were her sole relief, the only contact she had with the world outside. She'd hadn't seen her teacher, Naevys, since the night they came back from the hunt, and even Kolvar, who used to pester her every day, never visited her. She was vaguely aware that the situation was odd, but the captivity was beginning to weigh on her mind.
As days became nights and nights became days, it became harder and harder to stay in touch with reality. Of course, the fact she had no idea about what was going on outside didn't help. Rolim was even more cryptic and taciturn than usual. Lithoniel was sure he had his reasons and was probably trying to protect or help her someway, but the thought did nothing to reduce her frustration. She was about to lie down, trying to not think about that dream, when the same man she was thinking about entered.
"Lithoniel" He opened his mouth, likely to continue, but hesitated. "Are you fine?" He asked at the end, his concern clear on his usually inexpressive face.
"I am" She answered, though she could imagine how she looked: haggard and thin, the dark circles under her eyes highlighted by the pallor of her face. Rolim frowned, obviously unconvinced.
"I know you are restless, but you have to eat, Lithoniel." He glanced at her arms. They were looking more and more like toothpicks.
Lithoniel grimaced.
"I'll try." She forced herself to say, "What's going on outside? Have they come to a decision?" She said, asking the same questions every single time.
Unfortunately, Rolim's answer didn't change. "Not yet."
Advertisement
"Why?" She whispered, her shoulders sagging. "Why do they keep delaying?"
She couldn't take it anymore. She wanted this to end, in a way or another. Maybe Rolim realized something was different because this time he didn't just shrug off the issued. He looked at her, opening and closing his mouth several times.
"There is more at stake here than you think, Lithoniel."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that Tinesia's ridiculous accusation is not the only problem. The main issue is who the next Nighstalker will be. Either you're the hero who killed the Zaruk or the villain who failed to uphold her vow and schemed against the Nightstalker to take his place."
"And of course they think I'm the latter." She said, her tone filled with bitterness.
"Don't be so sure about that." Rolim mumbled.
"What?"
"Nothing" He shook his head, "Anyway, if they find you guilty they will exile you, but if not..." Rolim gave her a meaningful glance.
I will be the Nighstalker. No, I won't this about this. Lithoniel banished the thought from her head. Being able to leave this tent was more than enough for her. She didn't want the Nighstalker's lofty title, or worse, having to shoulder the responsibilities that title entailed. She had already learned her lesson when Liara escaped.
"This still didn't explain why they keep delaying. I wasn't even allowed to attend the funeral." She lamented.
"There has been none."
"What?"
"There has been no funeral, Lithoniel."
Lithoniel gaped, "Why? The Loremaster said..."
"The Loremaster's hands are tied. It's Tinesia's fault." He explained." She said that her husband can't rest in peace unless the person responsible for his death is brought to justice."
"The person responsible, eh?" Lithoniel sighed. She felt guilty for a lot of things, but the Nighstalker's folly wasn't one of them.
Rolim clenched his fists, "She is using the vow as an excuse to shovel dirt on you."
She winced, "Of course she is. I'm an easy target."
"It's not as bad as you think. Don't underestimate our tribesmen." He warned her. "Many of them are starting to realize that Tinesia is just using you as the scapegoat. She doesn't want to admit that her husband made a mistake. But don't worry, the truth will..."
"Truth has nothing to do with this and you know it." Lithoniel interrupted him, "I'm the tribe's pariah. Even if she has no proof, who do you think the people will believe? Me?" She snorted, "I don't think so."
"Tinesia has always been unstable." Rolim countered, "As I said, It's not as bad as you think. Elwin and the Loremaster are on your side. They know that you're innocent."
Lithoniel forced a smile, "I hope that will be enough."
"It will be. Don't worry, things are getting better." He sounded oddly confided.
Lithoniel furrowed her brow and studied him. "Rolim, what are you not telling me?"
"Lithoniel, I..." He hesitated. "I'll come back later. Rest well."
"Wait..." She said but he was already gone.
What's going on?
She was still wondering about that when someone she hadn't seen for a long time entered. It was Kolvar.
Advertisement
Dead Tired
A young man stumbles into a deep, lost cavern, he seeks power and prestige, the ability to become someone, anyone, worthy of praise. When he finds an ancient crypt festooned in jewels and precious things he thinks himself the luckiest man alive. And then the lich in that crypt wakes up and kills him. That’s me. I’m the lich. Honestly, I just want to go back to sleep, and there’s no one, no ‘god emperor,’ sect, or uptight martial artist that’s going to stop me. Join the Official Discord to participate in discussions and view the next chapter being written live!
8 687WAKIAGARU
Wakiagaru (support me and buy the book here!) Having just escaped the fall of a dynasty, Lawrence Kazwick, a mercenary mage at the brink of death due to wounds sustained in recent battle, flees with his loyal retainer, Ishi, to the Imperial capital of Mikuma. Saved by a dancer named Sakura who is to perform for the Imperial Emperor, Lawrence soon finds himself in a country at the knife’s edge of an imminent end. With friends both old and new, he must find a way to preserve the lives of the people around him—and quite possibly gain a fortune in the process. Volume II - Honorless: A Wakiagaru Story (support me and buy the book here!) After incurring the displeasure of their lord, three samurai escape captivity and become rōnin. The warriors set out from their homeland for the Twin Cities, a nation that suppresses magic and where corruption and murder are rife. The trio soon meets Adrienne de Valaincourt, a street rat duelist of noble origin and her yōkai spirit pet, Fuwafuwa. The samurai need money, and Adrienne has dreams of becoming the captain of a mercenary company—and right now, she has job that suits them all.
8 193Adventure of Adventures
A teenage girl wakes up in a cathedral with no memories and no common sense. Follow Robin as she gains both while on her quest to figure out what is going on.
8 98Geneseed
Farnezian only wished to perfect his slaves, but Princess Darva, Grand Wizard of Space, required the superior blood of genetically enhanced beings, and only Farnezian, Grand Wizard of Slavery, could give her what she wanted. As a loyal subject of the Dark Empire of Zabulen, Farnezian couldn't go against the Princess, and so, he had no choice but to aid her.In the deep, dark, and warm caves of the Empire, an unholy ritual was performed, but Darva's folly led her experiment to end in catastrophic failure, dragging Farnezian into the fallout.When he came to be, he found himself in another world along with a half-dozen naked people, but his slaves and Darva were not among them. Men and women in antiquated armor or flimsy magical robes knelt before the naked, confused group, hailing them as the saviors of their people.But the only people Farnezian ever saved were the slaves he bought and engineered into perfect beings.--What to expect: villainous lead that does disgusting things to disgusting people. VERY SLOW pace, but not as slow as Rupegia. Male/female, female/female, and rarely male/male sex scenes.Update frequency: rarely as this is my backup story, so I'll only write for it when I have time and energy.
8 130Consignor
Doomed or Destined? Man or Monster? Hero or Heretic? Join John Sarvod on his journey as he confronts his demons. A story taken place in a world where Gods, Demons, and Dragons exist. TLDR: A story of weak to strong. Not isekai. Full Fantasy. Release Schedule: Biweekly, Saturday GMT 0 - 0:00 Average word count for each chapter: 3.5k-7.5k Book 1, The Destination of Innocence (Chapters 1 - 6, 95,606 words) Book 2, The Manifestation of Agony (Chapter 7 - Latest Release) Releasing now Here is the high res artwork for Consignor book covers (and the old one too), https://postimg.cc/gallery/Kydf5R9 New description: A peaceful life with the Elven Princess was what John Sarvod always wanted, and his life was leading up to that point, until one day, the playful Princess Raina had led the both of them into deep trouble that costed John's life and almost her chastity. It was then did John use a dark magic that did he got them out of that situation. But in exchange for the princess's safety, John Sarvod was exiled from A'vetheas for using 'demon magic'. What will he do after the life he knew was uprooted and taken away from him? Will the 'demon magic' that caused his exile from the Elven Tribe bring him into a slow descent into madness? Book 2 description: Having found a life for himself outside of A'vetheas, a family, enrolled to a good school, and a potential romantic partner, John Sarvod continues on with his life the best he could, carrying himself forward, until... He messes it all up again. This time, however, it isn't because of his magic. It was by his own demerit. What is the cause of despair? Find out in Consignor Book 2. Old description (Without spoiler) John Sarvod, user of the most powerful healing spell [Heal], the rare ability to heal and recover all injuries, is the only human that lives in the Elven Tribe. Though he was gifted with [Heal], he could not cast any magic other than his one and only [Heal]. Aside from his current training to become a royal scribe, he is known to all elves as the ‘Healer of A’vetheas’ and had gained a certain amount of respect from them due to how much he works. But life for him in the Elven Tribe, A’vetheas wasn't never always like this. Because he was human, and that the Elves have isolated themselves from the outside world, his presence initially was not welcomed by the elves that thinks highly of him today. It was all thanks to the Elven Queen who brought him in, and the Elven Princess, Raina Valindra Eridi, that he could reach this day. But things changed when the Raina that he so adored used the teleportation device for a small date with him, where they met with danger that the [Heal] that he relied all this time could not save him from… In his desperate attempts to save Raina, John ended up committing a taboo of the elves. As for his punishment when he returned to A’vetheas? That was just the beginning of him, continuing the path that he had inevitably taken prior to the life he had before he lived in A’vetheas. This is a story of a not too average person end up becoming something that he could have never imagined. A monster? A demon? A god? Only time will tell. It is just a matter of time that John Sarvod would embrace his true self. Content Warning because I want to have flexibility, and maybe it gets overwhelming at times. I have a backlog already, this story won't be dropped. Edited: romance tag to action tag, story has more or less of both, but yeah. There's slice of life tagged in because my story progresses not too quickly (by my opinion) I like to take things slow, I suppose. :3
8 71Legends of Etheria
It's the year 2020 and the world's first VRMMO game, Legends of Etheria, has taken the world by storm. A fantasy game of epic proportions, featuring common elements such as magic and monsters but on a continental scale. Each player can choose to do whatever they want to in this world. From founding their own nation or joining an existing faction to even living as a peasant, a world with the promise of free choice. We follow Ray, a typical gamer, as he forges his way through this world...with a little help.
8 90