The night was stormy, the wind howled and blew the stable doors like they were sheets in the breeze. Foul play and wickedness were in the air. The horses could sense it, they knew this was no ordinary storm. This storm brewed out of anger, an anger so malicious it could not be contained.
As I struggled to calm the horses and get the doors bolted I knew Malfeus was in a rage. The thunder and lightening fed off his rage. Tonight was different. Tonight was much worse than it had been in the past.
I grabbed the last stable door to bolt it shut but the wind violently snatched it from my grasp. I felt my flesh rip as the huge wooden door flew from my wrenched hands. I knew from the sharp sense of pain that the old wood had splintered. I felt blood trickle down my arm as I finally got the door bolted shut.
I’m an old battlemage. I’ve roamed the earth for hundreds of years. I’ve battled demons and wizards; all for the good of mankind. Can I battle the feelings I have for this woman I’ve been sent to protect?
I know a relationship with Jade could never be. The age difference, she’s mortal; it’s not meant to be. The Old Ones would never allow it. Can I hide my feelings until the end? Can I remain strong and unaffected through this?