Witching Games: The Fire Witch Chronicles 1 by R.A. Lindo

Author:R.A. Lindo [Lindo, R.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-03-31T05:00:00+00:00

14

Drandok

Evening falls and we gather on the ground floor of The Cendryll, happy to be alone before our journey to Drandok begins. Conversation regarding the potential dangers of a duel faded after it became clear it was intensifying Conrad’s desire.

All Night Rangers are competitive, to a degree, but Conrad takes things to another level. Part of me thinks it’s linked to losing his dad in the last war and the way Theodore died … sacrificing his life in the final phase to secure the Society’s future.

If I’m being honest, I think Conrad bears a secret grudge towards the surviving malevs who vanished when the smoke of war settled, hoping to find a safe haven beyond The Society Sphere. The vastness of the realms existing beyond the S.P.M.A. makes it relatively easy to hide out for a while, but eventually we track them down, leaving it up to The Orium Circle to decide what the punishment should be.

Sometimes, karma takes care of things, like it did with The Sinister Four: the first bullies I met. They used to run the Society library — known as The Pancithon — flexing their Society clout at every opportunity. Their humiliation of Jacob in our early days here stuck with me, so when they all perished in the last brutal battle, I didn’t shed a tear. Things are very different now, obviously, so we have to tread carefully on our journey to Drandok.

We’ve covered our bases by mentioning it to Casper and Philomeena Renn — the two figures you definitely don’t want to cross in The Cendryll. We might be Night Rangers but they’re legends, and when it comes to a matter of judgement The Orium Circle will almost always side with members who have seen and sacrificed so much.

Casper and Philomeena fit into this category so with the clear sense our journey will be watched by them, we ready ourselves for a meeting with the emotionless group who frequent Drandok.

“Ready?” Lucy asks as we take our positions on the edge of the S.P.M.A. logo, dominating the ground floor of The Cendryll.

With a nod from us all, we raise our arms towards the skylight situated directly above, releasing the Spintz charm. Light streaks of colourful energy float towards the skylight … blue, amber, purple and yellow … until they touch the surface, covering the skylight with a kaleidoscope of colour.

It’s our calling card to the Williynx: our feathered companions who never fail to arrive when duty calls. They neither belong to us nor have to respond to our calls, but as long as our intentions are in the interests of the Society, they always have and always will.

I offer Conrad a smile as our arms remained raised, hoping to see his expression soften: a signal he isn’t looking for trouble in Drandok. There’s something I can’t quite put my finger on about his demeanour ... as if he’s struggling with an immovable thought … that the two figures who engaged in a stare down in

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