Chapter 1: The Gift
"Please spare me!"
"I will do everything—just don’t kill me!"
"I beg you, have mercy!"
Amidst the cries and pleas of the other captives surrounding her, Tarah remained an island of stoic composure, seemingly unaffected by the collective distress that filled the air. Her icy cold blue eyes betrayed no hint of emotion as if the anguish of her fellow captives did not affect her.
Her obvious indifference starkly contrasted with the palpable fear and desperation gripping the others.
"This one—I want this one in my personal cage!" the Commander of the army shouted, pointing his finger at her. "And put all the rest in the same cages!"
Tarah gritted her teeth, but she remained unfazed. She could feel the Commander’s malicious eyes directed at her.
"Commander Ross, let’s move! We have a convoy to attack, and they are nearing," a dark man with slitted dark orbs, similar to the eyes of a snake, interrupted. He was Sibil, the most sinister, and thus, most feared warlock from the kingdom of Helion.
For years, Helion had waged wars all over the world, destroying and conquering other kingdoms for power. The Demon King of the Kingdom of Helion, Devon, wanted to rule the world, and he consequently dispatched his horrendous armies everywhere to wreak havoc.