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Unicorn and the Serpent… #bookboost #fightlikeagirl #warriorprincess

In the Unicorn and the Serpent the Morgan’s pagan society still has touches of magic. I wanted a fantasy, but not to heavy with the elements. Yes there is a glimpse of a unicorn. Morgan meets a dragon briefly, she also encounters little people. One who happens to be a blood relative. The story can be chalked up as a fantasy story. But it is also a romance and mystery.

It is a story of a young woman who has to believe in herself to save her people. This story started off as 12 pages and turned into this great tale. Morgan has become of favorite to me in so many ways. As we grapple with our own lives, what we have to overcome to be what we need to become.

I thought this book fit in well with the Lucky Leprechaun Hop. Check out my original post.

Blurb:

The appearance of a unicorn means a great change is coming.

Princess Morgan, wild and fiery, heir to her father’s throne, can best any man with a sword. Now grown she is fearful of being Queen. But when visitors from a different kingdom show up Morgan is faced with great changes as their easy life is turned upside down.

If scared away there is a Serpent nearby. The serpent means a great sadness.

One other change occurs as mysteries unravel themselves to her. Morgan’s own feelings towards one of her guards. Faced with loss, love and some touches of magic Morgan has to become the Queen she is meant to be or succumb to a life worse than death-servitude.

Excerpt:

“I think we are lost Wind Dancer,” Morgan said as she petted her horse’s nose. “I am sorry. I was not thinking. Father is going to be angry.”

Her horse snorted. “See even you agree.”

She looked around the snow-covered forest. She saw a road leading out towards the mountains. The winter landscape made everything look foreign to her. She stopped, listening, hoping she was close to the river, but heard nothing.

“We can go to the mountains and find the main path to the castle. There must be a few.” She looked at Wind Dancer uncertainly. “It is the only idea I have. We can turn around, but we could be riding farther into the forest since I am off on my direction.”

Her horse snorted. “I know. It is cold just standing about waiting for something big and nasty to find us.” She got back onto Wind Dancer and started to guide her towards the mountains. Something in the back of her head said it might be the safest way to get back home.

Just as she thought of that, the sky opened. Slush poured on her, coating her and the horse, freezing her to the bone. She needed to get them out of the bad weather. The closer to the mountains they got, the darker the forest became. Thunder flashed above them, upsetting Wind Dancer.

She stopped the shivering horse to calm her, and noticed a light some yards away. She hoped for a forester’s house as they rode towards the light. As they got close, she knew it was not a forester’s house, but it might have been one once before. She slid off Wind Dancer and pulled her knife out.

She went to the empty hole that was once the door. “Hello,” she called in.

No reply came, so she led Wind Dancer inside. The main room was bare, but the stone floor was covered in hay. Wind Dancer went over to it and started eating. She felt bad; she had forgotten to see if she had eaten before she took her from the stable. Watching her horse eat made her own stomach grumble. She had not eaten since earlier that morning, and she too was hungry. But she doubted she would enjoy the hay as her horse did.

She noticed the glow she had seen came from one of the other rooms. She went to the doorway, knife in hand and looked into the room. She dropped the knife and stared into the room. A fire burned in the middle and a group of little people were either sitting or dancing around the glow.

A little man turned familiar emerald green eyes on her and smiled as he removed his small pipe. “She is here,” he said with a gruff voice.

All the others stopped and turned to look at her. “Come in, dear,” the man said, getting to his feet. He walked over to her. “Some of you take care of her horse and dry her. No need for the animal to be sick.”

He led her to the fire; the warmth felt so good. He pulled her down onto the log to sit. As soon as she did, small hands took her soaked cloak off and placed a dry, thick fur around her. The smell of roasted meat made her stomach growl. The small man must have heard, for he clapped his hands and another little person brought her a plate of food.

She ate hungrily as a cup of the sweetest barley was passed to her. After she had her fill, she felt better and finally looked around at all the little eyes staring at her. Their green color a little darker than hers and her fathers, but not by much.

“Who are you?” she finally asked.

“You know who we are. Agnes has many tales about us,” the man said. His bald little head shone in the firelight. Most of them either had grey hair or no hair at all. They wore brown frocks over darker brown breeches. Their feet wrapped in hides or leather.

“But they were tales.”

They laughed normal, human laughter. “Agnes told old tales,” the man said. “She has kept us here on the human plain, even though our time has passed many years ago. Some of us still believe the time will return when we lived peacefully with your kind, but I fear it is too late for us.”

“You forgot to introduce yourself to her,” a man sitting across from them said.

He jumped to his feet. “How rude of me. I am Patty, my human name anyway.” He bowed to her. “We know who you are.  Your birth had been a huge celebration,” he said as a sad look passed over his face.

“You know me?”

“Of course. We make it a habit to look after kin.”

“Kin,” she said, shocked again. “You mean we are related?”

Patty stared at her with those eyes. “You find that unusual?”

She thought about it and shook her head. “I guess not.”

“You are a child of our own queen. She fell for a human. How unlikely it had been. She gave up her immortality for this love and the child she bore.”

“She was our cousin,” the other man said.

“So we are cousins?” she asked.

“We are blood. No matter what,” Patty said. “We have been watching over you. We were told that your life could change a great many things. A change is about to happen; she has mentioned it.”

“She who?”

“The unicorn. She has told us. She told us that the dragon is stirring. He has not stirred for many years. She said our time has passed, and we shall watch to see what is to happen before we leave.”

“Where do you go?”

He smiled at her. “We go where everyone else goes when they die.”

A tear slid down her cheek as she thought of Agnes. “But you are immortal, at least Agnes said so.”

“We choose to go to the other realm. Where the ancestors and gods walk and live happily. We are only sad that it had to come at this time. Men do not want to believe in us and our kind anymore; even the stories are getting mixed up. Minds are clouded.”

“But mine is not. We believe in the stories. We hold festivals.”

He patted her hand. “It is not enough. We grow old and tired here. We must hide, before, we had great villages like yours and others. But now, time has changed.”

“I hate changes,” she said grumpily. “Why must change occur?”

He shrugged. “The world is always changing, and we must change and adapt to it. It has always been this way, and will continue to go on. If you fight it, you lose. The best way is to except change and use it.”

“Agnes said something like that to me once,” she said, staring into the fire.

“Your grandmother was very wise, and in time, you too will be as wise.”

“Go on, give it to her, the night is falling,” the other man said.

Patty reached into his pocket and pulled out a green stone. “This is the Laim Nair, but to make it easy, it is a wishing stone. It will help you only once and when you are in great need.”

She took it from his hand and held it up, looking at it in the firelight. “It is very beautiful.” Weariness fell over her, and suddenly she felt very tired.

“It was the barley. You shall be safe here. Nothing should harm you. In the morning, you must go to the mountains. Keep a good eye out for wolves; they can be pesky buggers.”

She could not keep her eyes open. Sliding from the log, she rolled into a ball beside the fire and fell fast asleep. The little men covered her and all sat around watching her sleep.

“She looks like your sister,” the man said on the other side of the fire.

Patty looked down at Morgan. “That she does. Our ancestors be blessed.” He stroked her auburn hair. “At least when we are gone, a little of us will always be alive.”

“And what of the boy?”

Patty stared at his cousin. “She will know the truth soon enough. Not from us, though. That is not for us to tell her.”

Read it now: http://www.amazon.com/Unicorn-Serpent-Ellie-Potts-ebook/dp/B00DMQ8NH6 

 

 

 

Lucky Leprechaun Giveaway Hop… #bloghop #giveaway

Luck

noun

1.

success or failure apparently brought by chance rather than through one’s own actions.

“it was just luck that the first kick went in”

synonyms: success, prosperity, good fortune, good luck

“I wish you luck”

verb informal

1.

chance to find or acquire.

“he lucked into a disc-jockey job”

Luck is believing you’re lucky. Tennessee Williams

The word luck itself is Middle Dutch in origin. The word comes from ‘luc,’ a shortening of ‘gheluc,’ meaning “happiness,good fortune.”

The word was probably introduced into the English language in the 15th century as a gambling term.

Top Ten list of good luck charms.

3: a lucky number that signifies strength because of the Trinity

7: a lucky number

A bride should be carried through the door of their new home for good luck.

a buckeye in your pocket is good luck

A cricket in your house is good luck

A horseshoe hung in the bedroom will keep nightmares away.

A lock of hair from a baby’s first haircut should be kept for good luck

A rabbit’s foot brings good luck

A ring around the moon means that rain will come in three days.

A sailor wearing an earring cannot drown

So now do you feel lucky? I hope you do.

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Sunday snippet The Unicorn and The Serpent #snippet #fightlikeagirl

“Your territory is rather small, very bountiful, though. I see your people working very hard. It is always good to see good work being done,” King Henry said.

“I do see some women out there as well. So you make all of them work? That sits very well with me. Able hands are best used where they are needed most,” Duke Claude said.

“I do not make any person work. They work so we have food for this winter,” Cormack said.

“Do you pay them?” Claude asked.

“We do not really worry about money,” he said.

“Very interesting,” Henry said.

“I do not find that interesting. I do not understand how he can be king and not worry about money,” Phillip said.

“Phillip, you speak out of hand on matters you do not understand,” his father said. “King Cormack, your daughter excused herself from dinner early. Will she join us later?”

“She is busy now. It is Tuesday,” he said, as the idea popped into his head. “Come. I will show you around.” They followed him as he showed them around the castle and told them of its history.

 

2

“We should get her to wear the helmet all the time; she is quite vulnerable,” Coyle said, swinging the sword.

Morgan countered before it could hit her. “Let me give it a try,” Grady said.

“I am having too much fun to let it stop now,” he said.

“I do not like this helmet,” she said.

“Do not remove it yet,” Ryan said.

“I will get you both for this,” she said.

“We know,” he said.

 

3

“Out here is the training area,” Cormack said, opening the old wooden door and walking onto a small wooden platform. They all looked down, watching the two fighting in the ring.

“King Cormack, your man is fighting in a dress,” Prince Phillip said, stunned.

“Watch,” he said, as Morgan threw the helmet from her head.

“I will make you wear it, Ryan,” she said, angrily. She spun in a blur, sword hitting against Coyle’s.

The women gasped and the men stared in shocked silence. The guards and Morgan all went still, looking up. Ryan took her sword, and they all bowed, except for Morgan; she gave a slight nod of her head.

“Hello, Father, will you join us?”

“No. You know I do not fancy the sword as much as you do. And do not let us stop you,” he said.

“You let her play with the men?” King Henry asked, not holding the shock from his voice.

“She is my second,” he said.

“Because she is your heir?”

“Because she is the best sword fighter ever seen,” he said, smiling down at his daughter. She gave him a small salute with the sword, to thank him for his praise.

“But she is a woman,” Henry said.

“A girl? And you say she is the best of all your men? That does not make them seem very good, does it? I mean, a woman cannot be better than a man at many things, other than music and sewing,” Phillip said.

“You can ask all my men. They are all very good with a sword, but they will tell you she can beat any of them. She has been fighting since she was a child.”

“You let your daughter fight?” Queen Jaylene said, stunned.

“I gave her a wooden sword. It was carved by my great-grandfather and passed down from father to child since.”

“I have never been beaten by a girl. And will never, for the sake of our sex, let it be said that a girl can beat a man,” Phillip said.

“I should have died if I were to have a girl and find her fighting,” Jaylene said.

“She does carry herself very well,” Cormack said.

Prince Phillip looked down at the woman with curly, auburn hair. She watched them with dark emerald eyes that sparkled like jewels. He saw a fire in those eyes he did not agree with. He felt a need to tame her like a horse. She would make a wonderful trophy; even if, perhaps, she was not as beautiful as some of the other women in his circle. It would mean more land to add to his Father’s, one that produced very well.

“I challenge the princess,” he said. “I wish to see if she is really as good as the praise.”

The guards all murmured below. Coyle nudged her. “You have been challenged,” he whispered. “Will you accept?”

“Have I ever turned down a challenge?”

“Not once.”

“I accept your challenge, Prince Phillip.”

He took the wooden stairs down to the practice ring. Coyle handed him the long wooden sword. Phillip held it up and swung it in front of him a few times. “No wonder she is good, this sword weighs nothing. Let us fight with real metal.”

She handed the sword to Grady and withdrew her own sword from its leather sheath. “That is fine.”

He withdrew his own and stepped into the ring. The men around the circle had amused looks on their faces. Morgan stood, sword pointed to the ground.

“Do you already wish to give up?” he asked.

“How can I give up if we have not started yet,” she said, and laughed. “I am not a fool. That is Ryan’s title.” The men around them laughed.

“Because you are a girl, I will take it easy on you.”

She gave him an angry look. “And I will pretend you did not say that.”

The two started circling each other.

“This is rather entertaining. My daughter and your son,” Morgan heard her father tell King Henry.

“I do hope you know the danger your daughter is facing. My son has had practice with the best sword fighters in my entire kingdom.”

“I do not fear for Morgan. She knows her limits.” That made her smile inward, most flattery her father gave her did. She tried her best to be a good daughter, and make him proud. She worried that perhaps he wished for a son, but he never brought it up.

“Why do you not strike at me?” Phillip asked her.

“I am weighing you, and cowards make the first move.” She smiled, eyes watching him lazily.

“I am not a coward,” he said.

“Prove it,” she said.

He came at her, swinging his sword, his face twisted in anger. She moved out of the way easily. She swirled, her dress moving with her, their swords clacking against each other. She smiled and walked away. He stood there stupidly for a few seconds. He came for her. Their swords clanked. He used power to push his sword towards her. She pushed him away and swung her sword, cutting his arm.

He looked down at it and touched the cut. He raised his hand, looking at his own blood. “You dare cut me.”

“Consider it a love scratch,” Coyle said. The men laughed.

“I will give you one, too,” she said, in a small threatening tone.

He put out his hand. “I mean nothing.”

“I will hurt you for this!” Phillip shouted and came at her with a roar. She dodged him, and he turned, sword glinting in the setting sun. Their metal struck hard as they connected. Phillip struggled to take control as Morgan danced about, her sword constantly moving. His sword came, and she blocked it hard, making him lose his grip his sword flew from his hands.

The men cheered. Hector picked up the prince’s sword. “Do not worry, she bests us all,” he said, bowing to the prince.

Morgan gave him a small bow and turned. She sheathed her sword. She exchanged glances with Grady; he gave her a small nod. She nodded back as Ryan moved by.

“I will get you later,” she told him.

“I cannot wait,” he said, sarcastically.

The other men paid no attention to the prince as they talked amongst themselves. “I cannot be beaten by a girl,” he said to himself. His pride was bruised, and he burned with anger.

Hector turned back to the prince. “Like I said, do not worry   ” he said, and stopped.  His dark eyes widened. He watched the prince go for Morgan’s back with his silver dagger. His lips formed to call out to her.

She swirled quickly as something left her hand before anyone could tell what it was, pinning the prince’s arm against a wooden beam. “You could not just let it be, could you?” She said, as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Again, I am no fool. Your anger is very childish.”

Grady stalked over to the prince. His hand closed around Morgan’s knife handle, but before he pulled it out, he gave the prince a very frightening look.

“You are lucky you are a guest in this house. For that stunt, I would have killed you myself.” He pulled the knife out of the beam.

http://www.amazon.com/Unicorn-Serpent-Ellie-Potts-ebook/dp/B00DMQ8NH6

Something naturally sweet #apothecary #beauty

Something a little different today. I have started experimenting with natural beauty apothecary. Last night I tried a honey baking soda mask. I have very sensitive skin and so far I’ve had no reaction. It did make my skin softer.

Exfoliating Honey Mask & Scrub

Ingredients

1 teaspoon raw honey 1/2 teaspoon baking soda

Instructions

Start with a dry face. Put honey and baking soda in your palm and rub palms together for a few seconds to warm up the honey and work in the baking soda. Gently apply the honey mixture to your face, and massage it in for a minute or so. If you want to use it as a mask, just leave it on for 5-10 minutes. Rinse your face a few times with warm water, or wipe off gently with a warm, wet wash cloth. You’ll be surprised how easily it comes off!Since baking soda is alkaline, you may want to tone your face afterwards with some raw apple cider vinegar to restore your skins pH level.

What Are The Benefits?

Honey has natural anti-bacterial properties and has been used for centuries as an effective skin treatment.

Baking soda is a gentle exfoliant and helps remove dead skin cells without causing too much irritation.

Sunday Snippet Island of the Zombie King #snippet #zombies

Donner sat beside her in the dark theater as the movie played before them. Neither was paying much attention to the movie. He leaned into her, making a smartass comment about the death taking place on the screen. Kiley knew Donner had a girlfriend, and she knew better to not fully flirt back with him. Kiley didn’t want to be one of those girls. But sometimes it was hard, especially now as he flirted hard with her.

A scary scene made them all jump, and then the gore started. Without realizing it, she grabbed his arm. He felt her warm hand close over his arm, and for a moment he had butterflies in his stomach. He had no way other than that to describe it. It couldn’t be love; he already had a girlfriend. A girlfriend who wanted nothing to do with him at times. He was frustrated, but around Kiley he felt different.

“Sorry,” she leaned in and whispered.

“It’s okay,” he whispered back, their faces kissable close. Her eyes were sparkly and opened wide with panic at that moment. He fought hard not to place his lips on her lip gloss covered ones.

She was the one who pulled away. Her heart was about to explode from her chest. She had never been so confused in her life. He gave her all the signals, but they both knew he was taken. She turned her focus back to the screen, but he didn’t.

****

“I miss movie theaters,” Kiley finally said. The zombies answered her back.

“Me too,” he sighed, “New movies and fast food!”

“Mmm, Taco Bell.”

“Jack in the Box,” he replied, making her nod.

They got quiet and watched the zombies paw at the trees. Their hunger moans filled the air. Both were lost inside themselves, thinking of different days.

“What happened when you, Ben, and Ted disappeared last year?”

Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open. She was sure everyone had forgotten all about it. She closed her mouth and looked away.

“There was an accident,” she said.

****

“Did you hear something?” Ben asked Shane as he walked out to the clearing were they had chairs and small tables scattered around; their half-assed dining area when it wasn’t raining. He scanned the beach and the people sunbathing and fishing.

Shane nodded. “Sounded like an explosion.” He spotted Donner’s and Kiley’s cups. Donner’s coffee cup had a Coke symbol on it, and Kiley’s cup was almost too cute … the poor penguin had a chip out of it.

Ben looked where Shane was looking. “I wonder where those two went off to.”

“You guys see the smoke?” Charlain said, walking by them on her way to the kitchen. Shane followed her scantily dressed body, wistfully thinking about dirty things he wanted to do to her.

“I think I found where Kiley might be,” he said, nudging Shane.

Charlain snorted. “Figures. She is so weird.”

“Come on. We better go check this out,” Ben said.

“Okay,” Shane sighed. “Not like I was going to do anything special today anyway. Bye, Charlain!”

“Whatever,” she said, flipping him off.

“I love that pissed off broad,” he sighed.

“You might want to rethink that,” Ben said, shaking his head. “Come on.” They walked in the direction of the smoke.

****

“What aren’t you telling me?” Donner asked her.

“Nothing, Donner, we were hurt pretty bad, and it was wise to stay away from everyone in case, you know, we turned.”

“Were you infected?”

“Don’t be silly,” she said, looking down at the zombies and away from his intense gaze. “I don’t want to talk about it.” But he watched as she subconsciously rubbed her hand along her thigh.

“Fine, since I have you alone, maybe we should talk about us,” he said.

“We have had lots of time alone.”

“You know what I mean,” he said.

“So what about us do you want to talk about?”

****

“Should we help them?” Robert whispered as he and Gilda watched the zombies pawing at the tree.

“No. Just let them be,” she whispered back.

“But they might die.”

“At least it is no one from our camp.”

“That is not right,” he said, looking at her. “Just because Brian doesn’t like them doesn’t mean we shouldn’t help them.”

Miranda and Paul scooted in beside them. “What’s going on?”

“Shh,” Gilda said and motioned to the tree.

Miranda looked at the tree and snorted. “Oh, poor little Kiley.”

“Something crashed. Probably a boat which had deaders on it,” Gilda whispered.

“Should we help them?” Paul asked.

“I say yes,” Robert said.

“And I say no,” Gilda said matter-of-factly.

“”I agree. We shouldn’t help them,” Miranda said as she stared at Kiley and Donner in the tree. They seemed to be arguing about something. She knew that Brian wanted Kiley and her group out of the picture. Rumors had it they had almost lost their main people last year when the ocean washed up a bunch of zombies from a wrecked cruise ship. If they died now it was less people to think about.

****

“Donner, I just don’t know what to tell you.”

“What about the motel?”

She looked at him, his angry red face. She had once crushed hard on him. Once. It felt like so long ago. She didn’t have the heart to tell him how she really felt. Hell, they were trapped in a tree. She could smell fire over the dead, rotting zombies. Did he mean for her to feel guilty about what happened?

http://www.amazon.com/Island-Zombie-King-World-Book-ebook/dp/B016AGLCAY

Snippet Sunday: Seeing Stars #snippet #romance

Alisa clutched her laptop bag as she walked toward the secretary. From the moment she walked into the building she felt underdressed with a heavy stone sat in her belly. The bleached blonde woman looked at her with muddy brown eyes. “May I help you?”

“I have an appointment with Ron Suffington.”

“Name please?”

“Alisa Parson.”

“Oh yes. Your name is on the list. Please have a seat, and he will be right with you.”

“Do you have a lot of people come in who aren’t on the list?”

She nodded. “Tons.”

“With the security below, you would think that wouldn’t happen often.”

“Desperate people will do desperate things,” she said. Her eyes widened just a bit, causing Alisa to turn around and follow her gaze.  Her breath caught.

Logan Rider walked up to the desk, towards her. The Logan Rider! Hot comedy and TV star Logan Rider! He towered over her by six inches, and his brown hair looked perfect. He was the reason she faithfully watched Family Insurance for five years. Family Insurance was a quirky family comedy in which Logan’s character ran an insurance company with his bossy sisters and playful brothers after their father ran away to join the circus. She had also watched most of his movies at least one hundred times each; they were her favorite comedies ever created.

Alisa remembered to breathe as he leaned on the counter looking at the secretary.  Who had stuck her chest out to show off her goodies. Alisa stopped herself from looking down at her own. They weren’t perfect, but she thought a D cup fit her pretty well.

“I have an appointment with Ron,” he said.

“Of course you do,” she said, batting her eyelashes at him.

He smiled and then looked at Alisa.

Her heart thudded hard in her chest; she thought she would have a coronary right there. How embarrassing would that be? Her mind screamed. He is looking at me! We are sharing the same space. Alisa, you will not swoon!

“Are you Alisa?”

HE KNOWS MY NAME! Her mind screamed. “Yes.” She didn’t stutter. Score one for her.

He stood up straight and put out his hand. “Logan Rider.”

She unclenched her bag and put out her hand. For a second she worried he would notice her hand was clammy or that it shook horribly. But her hand touched his, and he gripped it nicely, his big hand engulfing hers. Again her heart thudded.

Don’t pass out! She screamed to herself.

“Alisa Parson.” Their hands touched, but she was pretty sure she was dreaming. No way would she actually be touching Logan’s hand in real life.

“I love your book, Gateway!”

Read more: http://www.amazon.com/Seeing-Stars-Starstruck-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00M68SVIW

February Wrap Up…

Okay so February is almost done…

What was accomplished?

Some writing… I am working on Blood Father book 2 of the Opposite Side and a new contemporary Rock Block. This book is a first because I am writing it in first person.Should be interesting. I already love Abby and Spencer.

Highlights… Deadpool! Oh it was a great fun watch. If you are easily offended not the movie for you. This movie is not for kids. I enjoyed it greatly. There were parts that had me in tears.

Books read… Not enough.

Next month… I have a blog hop!! Yay for free things! Hitting the writing pretty hard. Getting caught up on reading. I really need to do that. I am so behind on all my series.

Next month is going to be full of nerdy, wordy and a little bit dirty… More coming soon…

Some writing stuff I’ve picked up around the net… #writingwends

Some of these are pretty nifty…

Today top ten… #music #tuesdayten

Favorite bands…

Usually you can find me on Spotify looking for new music. I love to have music for distraction because I have a thing about sounds that can make me uneasy. Music helps block that out.

1. Smashing Pumpkins

2. Disturbed

3. System of a Down

4. Shinedown

5. Breaking Benjamin

6. Sixx AM

7. Seether

8. Metallica

9. Old Three Days Grace, not big on NEW singer.

10. All That Remains

Stone Guardians snippet… #sundaysnippet #vampire

Before she could finish Trea had pulled her ankle dagger and slit the girl’s throat. She dragged her off into the woods. Vilem not sure what to do followed after them.

In the woods he came upon her feasting on the girls wound. He had never been around human blood. His father had told him the only way to follow the path of the Goddess was to drink from animals they hunted. The smell hit him. It was the sweetest thing he had ever smelt. He walked closer.

Trea made wet slurping sounds, the girl now dead. Vilem could see that her spirit had left the open eyes. Those dead eyes stared up at him almost accusing him. A small voice in his head told him to turn away. Just go home. To leave Trea to her bloodlust. He could live without her. He shook his head. He loved her. He wanted to be with her forever.

She looked up at him. So beautiful down there on the ground. Her skin so snow white in the rising sun. The red around her mouth seemed the only thing that made him pause.

“Come here, Vilem. Before it is too cold. You must try it, the young innocent ones are best.”

He shook his head. “What if we get caught?”

“We will not. Trust me.”

“I… just… I cannot…” he looked down at the body. “I really cannot. I promised my father.” He looked at the body and his eyes went to the blood on the girl’s neck. The smell so intoxicating.

“She is already dead. I killed her. Why not just try it. I promise if you do not like it I will not do this around you again,” she said grabbing his hand and pulled him down.

He fell to his knees besides her not touching the body. “I have never drank from a human.”

“It is the best thing in the world. Better than the best food or mead you have ever tried. Just a drop. She is already gone. Her spirit has flown you cannot be blamed for her death, but blamed for not partaking in the blood what a waste.” She ran her small tongue over her red lush lips.

He tilted his head. “Maybe just a taste.”

He bent down and his mouth touched the cool skin and his tongue hit the blood and it felt like getting hit with a lightning bolt. His body tingled from head to toes. And before he knew what he was doing he clamped his mouth over the wound and was sucking as hard as he could and the almost cold liquid. The bitter copper seemed to coat his blood as the best alcoholic drink he had ever drank. He felt he could not get enough. Trea had used her dagger to slice into the girl’s vein on her arm. And finally they had drained the cold body of as much blood as they could.

Vilem stood liking the blood from his lips. “I have never thought it would taste so good. They have told me that blood was horrible.”

“They lie to brainwash you against it. What is true, why would it taste so good if it was not meant to be drunk?”

“I want more.” He didn’t know it but as soon as his tongue had touched the blood his body hit bloodlust.