He was a powerful man, feared and respected.
Power was often a terrible burden to carry, but someone else should have it. It was exactly how James de Macgrover felt on that chilly morning, as he watched darkly as clouds drift across the heavy sky.
Another storm was approaching. His darkest, sternest gaze returned to the charge that had been intercepted by his men. He was the ruler for years of a powerful clan and leader of the Order of Light. A heavy, flat breath escaped his stern mouth. It was because of atrocities like these that the Order achieved terrible fame over the years. Witch hunters!
The maestro's contempt was evident. Nothing was discovered from the interrogation of the prisoners. It didn't take long for the Succession Court to decide to involve the Corsican Armada in the matter. James shook his head regretfully. They were sorcerers. There was an Elementary Law that should never be violated. Human beings are not supposed to know about its existence. However, some sorcerers decided to abandon customs and traditions. Magic always arouses interest in those who seek wealth, power and glory. He wondered how many lives were wasted for so little.
The shipment brings precious cargo to smugglers in the artefact and manufacture of valuable amulets. Sorcerer's eyes always retain magic even after the body's death. The eyes were considered mirrors of souls. He was supposed to provide a ritual for the innocent people killed because of the illegal and degrading trade, with an honourable rest, but there was no possibility. He did not intend to risk his loyal sentries being discovered by human guards.
If there is an intervention in the Sucessorium, soon, there will be an arrival of wolves. Wizards and wolves were rivals of nature. A silent war has also been fought and innocent lives lost in perhaps unnecessary conflicts. Only everything had suddenly changed. Since Koriander's death, James was surprised to think about his dead wife.
Do not allow yourself to think or remember. He was a man who always kept his promises. His biggest mistake and weakness had the lives of the two most important people in his life. The wife and her small daughter. For a moment, James thought about his missing daughter. Did a child survive the merciless attack on Glenhouse? Koriander, far from the clan rivalries, decides to look for his sister, Lady Lizandra, for whom a peace treaty was signed.
James found only the lifeless body of the young wife. The child she bore in her womb was not yet born simply to be taken and nothing to be found. The sorcerers accepted a provocation as a declaration of war against the wolves. James sometimes saw Lizandra and her daughters with envy and rancor. Humans were merciless when hunting witches and sorcerers. The castle was invaded and like women accused of witchcraft purified in faith by their uncompromising religion. James imagines a young wife with magic and regret. She had died young. The wolves managed to save much of the castle's population by rescuing a lady Lizandra, but there was no match between them by a helpless witch. If a child seriously survived almost a teenager.
The oracles of his people had prophesied either the birth of a half-breed. For decades, they haven't had the honor of a half-blood in the clan. There was sadness in the old man imagining a girl who should have grown up in his domain, learned to master magic and never tread the ways of Glenhouse. Koriander is hopeful that the birth of the child can bring peace and unity between the rival clans. A half-breed has always been the alpha pack's chosen mate.
The dreamed peace would put an end to successive battles, saving old innocent lives. He knew that wolves and warlocks were in danger of extinction.
His world was threatened with an end. That unborn child could have brought a new beginning, a new era. All was lost. The war continued more mercilessly than before. Once again, Glenhouse was attacked. This time, a Court of Succession interfered by bringing in the dreaded Ichichos, in an attempt to forbid a war between them.
James didn't order the place to be rebuilt. inherit;"The frightened survivors fled and sought isolation in the hope that they could live safely in hiding. He resented and bitterly agreed to his people's chances. The sorcerers sought revenge. The Order of Light gathers warriors strong and powerful as never before. There were still those who asked for the 4 Pieces found that could be returned." He shook his head with growing dismay.
The years weighed heavily on his shoulders. He was old and tired. He would have accepted death at the end of the journey. By Hecate! He had it all. Cursed werewolves. A high-pitched, furious scream set his thoughts in turmoil. He looks around with little patience. Valerius was his most loyal man of trust. Sometimes Victor had a habit of exaggerating orders from him.
-Victor, Victor. We are not killers like wolves! His voice sounded strong, however. - We didn't find what we were looking for. The traffickers have fled. Gather our sorcerers and make sure there are no witnesses.
His gaze was unrelenting on the man who had been brought in by the sentries. James usually doesn't notice the deep cuts that mark the man's face and withdraws his nose in disgust. Problems never came alone.
-We found this wolf in the distance, my lord! - Victor Valerius recorded elated in his moment of glory.
James looked at the intrigued boy. They even killed wolves. Why should that particular one be so important?
- I can watch, Victor. - He reluctantly agreed. - I need our sorcerers away from here or as soon as possible. I don't want humans to see us. Those who were displeased to watch or who were here must be silenced without pain or suffering.
Victor was careful to hide his anger at the orders. It was a war. James was very tolerant at times. It took a steady, energetic wrist to fight the wolves.
-My lord, I have news that should interest you. Victor bowed in a respectful bow. - This... this wolf brings reports that can be heard by Your Highness.
James de Macgrover turned to his man suspiciously.
- What do you mean by that?
Victor sorriu com muita confiança.James conhecia a ambição do menino.
- My lord had the ability to read minds. You can test the same or what I found. Valerius' voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.
James could curse. Victor tried to incite the sentries against the wolves once more. The injured wolf was an old man and had visible signs of torture. Irritation crossed his face. His sentries knew his orders. Neither women, children nor babies can be harmed or harassed in this war. He again split the decision. The eyes accuse a young person or a target of hatred in front of the bodies of murdered parents. That look full of suffering was put a little in the deaths caused by sorcerers in the hunt for wolves. Valerius shoved the man violently in front of him.
-Kneel down, animal t is the lord of the White Order that is in front of you. He shows respect and reverence. - The order came abruptly. The wolf swallowed a tangled groan and spat on the ground in contempt.
-Victor, Victor. I already explained to you...
-You can change your mind by listening to a newborn son who was welcomed by the pack as one of their own. >A girl. The child was born on the same day that Mrs. Koriander met her death at the merciless hands of these animals, my lord.
James de Macgrover's eyes blaze with fury. A girl?
"Speak, wolf!" he ordered brusquely. He was a sorcerer. He masters magic like no other in his clan. There were spells that cast the truth. Without any pity created or enchanted, projected with violence before the man who suffers at his feet making him gasp.
- Die, wretch. - The wolf screamed wildly.
faced anger. He was very careful to control or destroy explosives and breaches in those years. Someone needs to contain the vengeful rage of his people. Take a deep breath and your eyes will be silver like moonlight.
-DOMINUS!
That spell was always painful. The more the person resisted, the greater the pain that dominated him. Like the wolf's edits in front of him were clean, but James showed no pity. He was also a warrior. Valerius lowered his face to hide his sudden pleasure. It was a pleasure to note that the lord regent reacted to the news with fury. The old king still secretly harbored hopes that they might be a princess captured alive. Another more painful groan echoed. The wolf writhed again in agony.
-Respect . Victor ordered exultantly, pressing wolfgrass-soaked fingers into the exposed part of her shoulder.
-The child! James' voice was relentless steel that induced his will. The man snarled, showing uselessly like helpless prey. James' gaze, however, showed no compassion as he returned a project with all the force or tone of command necessary for someone to be obeyed.-The child, the wolf. What was done by the child?
-The child... the child was brought to the castle by Lady Lizandra. The voice was listless and ethereal.
A flash of pain pierced by a single moment or look at the conductor. He thought of Koriander again. Lizandra was his sister. Was it possible for Lizandra to have mercy saved on a newborn child? A girl. James took a deep breath. Was his daughter alive?