Betrayal | The Origin of Nariah

Betrayal | The Origin of Nariah

A young girl lost in her magical abilities, subject to the brutal training tactics of her master, he has given her two options succeed or die.

Chapter 6 | Bright Lights

3 Mar 2021 10 minute read 0 comments Ashersmight

   Her frustrations returned anew the next day, growing in fact, as she attempted to recreate the sensation. She had arrived at the gardens early, long before Viktoria would arrive. Nariah tried to sit in her favorite spot against the trunk in order...

Chapter 5 | Tranquility

21 Feb 2021 8 minute read 0 comments Ashersmight

   Over the next several days Nariah found herself in the same stuffy room, which felt warmer with each visit. Sweat beaded down her face dripping from her chin and created a small wet spot on the floor as the minutes passed. She tried to focus on he...

Chapter 4 | Meditation

11 Feb 2021 11 minute read 0 comments Ashersmight

   Nariah jerked awake. She looked around and realized that she was in her own dormitory; noting that nothing was out of place except for the silhouette of Viktoria who was on her knees meditating naked in the moonlight that shown through the window....

Chapter 3 | Fight

30 Jan 2021 12 minute read 0 comments Ashersmight

It was still early in the day as Nariah made her way to the academy, feeling as if she had just left only hours ago and the streets were busier than she preferred; normally she would leave early enough to avoid what she considered chaos and the occas...

Chapter 2 | Tristen

27 Jan 2021 4 minute read 0 comments Ashersmight

      Nariah could feel the warmth of the sun on her face but it was the excruciating pain in her side that brought her to consciousness. She shifted uncomfortably taking in her surroundings hoping the agony would subside; she was laying in an unfami...

Chapter 1 | Nariah

22 Jan 2021 5 minute read 0 comments Ashersmight

The flame of the candle flickered; moving as if it had a will of its own and although the room was cool as most stone rooms would be, there was no noticeable breeze that could be felt by the young girl sitting at the tattered desk of which the candle...