Eleanor's p.o.v
"Won't you rest Eleanor?" Victor, my best friend and crush, asked seriously.
"Evil knows no rest." I answered in a labored breath then drew my bow and arrow closing one eye to get an accurate hit on the board.
"You have been training for the past ten years." He said as I dropped the bow and arrow on the ground with a glare.
"You have been doing that too, so don't make it sound as if I'm the only one doing my best to always stay fit and very well prepared." I spat.
"I didn't mean that, you know. It's good that you are prepared and always training, but I also think you are doing a little too much." He said annoying me.
As if him being good looking wasn't enough, he was now getting my attention with his voice only to distract me.
"Training for ten years isn't enough. You know that I Have to avenge my father's death and kill the demon king." I answered with detest.
"I know and believe me when I say that I understand. Not only did he kill our chief, he exposed your secret and most people hated you and your mother for lying to them. But now that your mother is married to your father's brother who was her past lover, she is happy. Your uncle is a good chief and your younger brother his son will soon take over when he reaches the age of eighteen, that's like in the next eight years to come, it's not that far. so everything is going to be just fine. It's not a bad idea to relax once in a while." He said then winked at me.
I smiled and quickly lowered my gaze to the ground. My cheeks were heating up and I felt shy. He truly was a good looking man. He had bright green eyes, long black hair and he was tall, taller than me. His built was amazing too.
"On a serious note though, you need to rest." He said softly.
I sighed then shook my head and walked past him.
No way was I ever going to rest. Since the passing of my father I began training with the warriors of our village and grew strong. I knew how to weld a sword and how to shoot an arrow.
In my cupboard was a bottle of holy water prayed for and anointed by the high priest of the capital city. I was going to destroy the Demon king even if it meant my own death.
I went into the house and gasped quickly then covered my eyes. My mother was on my step father's lap making out with him.
It was usually like this and I was getting upset with her actions. She was never like this with my late father. Even the day he had passed away she cried in front of the people but once we were all alone, she wiped off her tears and went into her bedroom to smoke her pipe.
When my uncle came forward to take over the Chief positions, she was so excited because she knew he would take her as his wife to continue my father's lineage.
People also began to call her names but that seemed to unfaze her. My younger brother was soon born and he became my mother's favorite as well as the jewel of my family. Since he was a boy, he was the rightful successor to the chieftain throne. He was brave and loved by almost everyone, he did no wrong in their eyes and he was who most women of our village and capital wanted to get as a husband.
It was still funny how no one saw his arrogance and rudeness. He was prideful and I hated him a lot because whenever we were alone he would try to make a move on me and I found it disgusting.
"Cover up for the love of gods." I whispered softly.
"Just walk past us as if you saw nothing." My mother answered in what sounded like a moan.
I frowned then bit my lower lip. She was no longer the mother that comforted me whenever I was lonely and assured me she would never hand me over to the Demon king. She was a mother who wanted nothing to do with me and cared less.
"Mother, I'm hungry." Zara's voice called from outside.
I dropped my hand and watched as my mother quickly stood up and fixed her long dress while my step father pulled up his pants and fixed his clothes.
"You are hungry my young chief?. Don't worry, mother has prepared something good for you." She said immediately he walked in.
He paused when he reached where I stood and looked at me from head to toe with a smirk.
"Mother, why don't you let me have my sister for a wife or at least a concubine?. You said the demon king wants her for a bride because she is a blessed maiden right?. If that's the case then why can't you offer her to me when I reach a marriageable age?' He asked as I glared at him.
"For a ten year old you are really disgusting." I spat.
"You little whore, shut your mouth!" my step father warned on top of his voice.
"Wife, see her disrespect." He complained.
She angrily walked to where I was and grabbed my hand dragging me to my room.
"What's wrong with you!" She exclaimed once we were all alone in my room.
"No mother, what is wrong with you?. Are you going to let that ten year old child speak that way to me?" I asked seriously.
"Is it his fault that he wants to suck on these!" She exclaimed as she touched my breast, roughly hurting me.
"Is it his fault that he wants to be the first man to drive his manhood into your untouched womanhood?" She asked, making me feel nauseated.
"You and those bastards are sick in the head!" I yelled on top of my voice as she raised her hand and slapped me across the cheek.
I stood there not flinching or reacting. Once in a while when she was furious with me she raised her hand. At first I used to cry, not because of the pain but because of the disbelief and sadness over her actions. But now I was so used to her that it didn't come as a surprise.
"If the demon king never comes to take you. You will be your brother's concubine. You want it or not." She said then stormed out of the room.
Ducan's p.o.v "Ducan." Ose called loudly outside my chambers. "Enter ." I ordered calmly. He walked in with a labored breath and gave a low bow. "It's about your bride." He said. I snapped my finger getting rid of the files in front of me then sat upright from my bed. "Are you tired of watching her?" I asked seriously. He was ordered by me to watch over her whenever he had time, but he got strangely attached to her easily, not that I cared. His loyalty to me was still unquestionable. "Huh," he muttered under his breath. "What about her?" I asked not paying attention to his response. "You need to go and claim her now." He said loudly. I huffed in a mocking way then stood up and moved to my huge desk ignoring him. "Ducan don't ignore me!. You really should go and claim her. She's at a marriageable age and she grew up well for a bride. Also, her mother hates and hits her." He said. "We have more pressing matters to attend to, you know?. Like killing all heroes that search f
Eleanor's p.o.v "Holy water, check. Holy oil, check. Dagger dipped in holy water check and a golden holy hair pin blessed and dipped into holy water, perfect." I whispered to myself happily. I was kneeling down looking at my things which were wrapped in a silk cloth in the wardrobe. "Eleanor." My mother called loudly then rushed into my room. It came as a surprise that she was calling me by my name. Since Zara was born she refrained from calling me by my name for some reason. The only time she did that was when she was very angry with me. "Yes mother." I answered while I stood up and shut the door of my wardrobe. "Change your clothes right now and put on your best robe." She said in a cracked voice. I calmly looked at her trembling hands then at her face. It was only once that I had seen my mother this scared in my entire life and that was the day the demon king visited our village. "Is he here?" I asked in a low tone. "Yes." She answered with tears forming in her eyes. "Cal
Ducan's p.o.v I sat on my throne patiently waiting for my so-called human bride to wake up . All the generals and advisers stood in silence with their gaze lowered to the ground. The only ones who were looking at me were the ancient witch and Ose. He had a conflicted expression on his face that was readable. He was dying to know what had happened to the human girl, obviously because I was in my demon form and she was lying unconscious on the floor. Back at the village I decided to be in my Demon form in order to instill fear in them, because the first time I went in my human form they got disrespectful and doubted who I really was. But now I was in my demon form because I was pissed off. My hate towards the human race was only Intensified after what she had done. I was going to marry her by force and have my way with her to gain power, whether she wanted it or not. "Ah." She whispered in a low tone while she blinked a few times. She moved her hand feeling the cold floor before
Eleanor's p.o.v We appeared in a big room that had a pool at the center with red rose petals in it. The floor was painted black and the walls were beautifully painted red and designed in flowery art. At the side of the pool, a few gowns were folded and set next to two small bottles. "Step into the pool." The two fairies that looked like demons said. "Why?" I asked in a whisper. Their big wings looked like they were covered in mud and thorns, yet at the same time their orange colour stood out. They had yellowish eyes and pale light skin. Their hair was silky black and was tied into a neat ponytail. Their bodies were slander yet they both had big breasts and a little waist. I hated to admit it but they had a good figure. The robes they were putting on were see through and they only covered their breasts and private parts. I looked at my gown then back at them thoughtful. Were they planning on making me dress like them?. Because if they really were, there was no way I was goi
Eleanor's p.o.v We approached a huge black door that had symbols on it. When we reached it, it opened by itself. I looked at the dark fairies and noticed how they were now standing still with their heads lowered to the ground. "Aren't you going in with me?" I asked then shivered when a cold breeze swept by. "No." They answered in a low tone as the breeze began getting unbearable. I sighed softly then walked into the room which had a long passage. A few statues which looked like a lion with wings were lined up and the paintings on the walls were scribbling. I ignored them and made a turn because it was the only turn around the passage. A huge bed came into view. On the left side of the bed was a very huge pool and on the right was a big wardrobe and a desk. I looked back at the bed covered in red silky sheets then swallowed hard. Was the room mine?. No, that was impossible. I took a few steps forward and noticed that near the wardrobe there was a door. I slowly moved to it an
Ducan's p.o.vI was going out of my mind and it was all because of that damn human girl.Never has there been this much attempt on my life!. Every time I tried to let my guard down she went for the strike!.I wanted to kill her this time but the thought of my mother made me hold back. Her spirit to fight and hold on to her life and sanity was similar to that of my late mother. Although my mother was mocked and at times abused by a few demons, she still stood proud next to me and my father. She allowed no one to put her down and that fire was what made her unique and different from most humans. A heart that would never bow to those above but those it beat for. Such purity and loyalty was greatly admired.I groaned softly then threw the robe on the ground I had used to clean my face. I was still upset over everything."Since her arrival, I can't seem to fully calm down." I whispered to myself then sighed softly.I couldn't even maintain my human form because each time I was about to sh
Eleanor's p.o.v I waited patiently for his answer. When he burst out in laughter startling me, I took a step back. No, that lord was reserved, there was no way he was the one. Was this another demon using his face to torture me!. "Are you sent here by the demon king to torture me by using my past memory?" I asked furiously. He stopped laughing then moved closer. "I don't know how you can see past the illusion I have created. Is it because you hold the favor of the gods?" He asked in a low tone, not making sense. "Answer me demon!" I yelled then flinched when my injury began to hurt badly. "I'm impressed that you can remember me after all those years." He said as I shook my head in denial. No way was he the one!. How was he not aging after all those years!. The only answer I could think of was that he was a demon. "You aren't human are you?" I asked in a low tone. "I am half demon and half human. My father was a demon while my mother was a human." He answered, shocking me.
Ducan's p.o.v I walked out of the dungeon with the human girl in my arms. She was unconscious from the pain and healing energy I had used on her. Her words were still playing in my mind and I couldn't hold back from smiling. She had a chance to refuse both of my requests yet she accepted one. Was she that desperate to leave this territory?. She was even willing to search for the holy sword that was hard to find, if not impossible. When I walked into my room, I moved to the bed and carefully put her down. Her cheeks were still wet from the tears and she looked peaceful with her eyes closed. I moved my hand wiping off her tears before sitting down next to her. I hated humans so damn much and I didn't like her. The only reason she was back in my room was because I was very intrigued by her actions. She was rather stupid to believe me so easily just because I was half human and she had met me before in the past. If she was to find out who I truly was, she would make sure to never