The Guileful Rose (The Curoria Chronicles Book 1) by Emily Almanza

Author:Emily Almanza [Almanza, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sarcastic Cat Writing, LLC
Published: 2023-11-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter twenty-six

Everything was dark.

Amaria tried to scream. No noise came out. Panic rose as if it were magma and she was the volcano. She was going to die. The darkness would eat her alive. She would die— there was no way she could survive this.

And she desperately needed light.

Panicking, Amaria tried to scream again but found that she was mute. Why was she mute?

Tears now fully falling down her face, Amaria tried to summon flames. The energy sputtered at her fingertips. Amaria slammed her hand down on something in frustration. She wasn’t sure what she slammed it down on, as she couldn’t piece together the objects around her.

Fire summoning was a basic skill. Why was she failing?

She smelled smoke. She whirled around, being suddenly engulfed by a smoky forest, burning in black fire. How could a fire be without light? There was black smoke around the dark flames.

The black smoke parted for Amaria. Black smoke clung to her skin. She tried to brush the smoke away. The smoke hardened against her skin. Amaria summoned water. At least that skill worked.

The water bounced off the black coating.

“It’s part of you,” a beautiful woman said. Except, she wasn’t quite beautiful. Her eyes were bleeding black blood. She felt familiar, but Amaria didn’t know why. The woman held out her hand.

Amaria recoiled. She didn’t want to be near her.

“Don’t you recognize me?” The woman smirked. “You’re one of my most devoted servants.”

Amaria’s stomach clenched into a knot. It couldn’t be. Her mouth opened in horror. And yet, she knew it was true. The goddess of magic had made all magic, not just the magic that was good.

Ghagyn had a dark side.

“You’ll wake soon,” Ghagyn said. “This is a part of you. Enjoy it and your power will thrive.”

“I don’t want dark magic,” Amaria’s chest hurt, as if something was stabbing her heart. Around her, the forest faded away. She felt something warm enter her heart.

Her skin itched. She heard people shouting. There was something metallic being pulled out of her chest. Her eyes opened.

She screamed. She felt as if every bone was breaking. She felt as if her insides were melting. She wanted it to end.

Was the gem still melded to her? She realized she was on a bed. When was she moved? Above her, painted in the wood was a golden griffin. He was holding a rose in his mouth—that was odd. They had that same painting at home. A secret symbol of her and Theodmon’s union. It was virtually undiscoverable unless you lay in the bed.

Why would a bed in Rindria have that?

“Amaria.” Theodmon’s voice became clear. She felt a rough hand press down on her hair, the other cradling her back. “Is she alright?”

“She’s waking,” Katerina said. “The blood worked.”

The pain slowly died down. Amaria couldn’t have heard that correctly. What blood worked? How could blood work?

“She’s confused,” Henri said. He probably read her mind. Amaria blinked rapidly. The light was bright. Too bright. She felt blinded. “We should leave her with Theodmon,” Henri continued.

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