Ascension Of The Blood Throne by Mikel Wilson (red scrolls of magic .TXT) 📗

on her jacket. “Let's go find Christian. Maybe he can fill us in because it's obvious to me that there is much more going on than we know.”

As the girls walked up the street, they could hear the night calling to them. It was as if the sound of wolves howling filled the air. They had become creatures of the night, and with each person they passed on the sidewalk, their animalistic hunger grew and rumbled inside them.

“The hunger is returning, Lillith. I can feel it putting me on edge,” Mackinzie cried, holding her stomach.

“I can feel it too, Mackinzie,” Lillith responded even as she tried to control herself. "We cannot give in! Come on, let’s just see if we can find Christian. We can start with that alley he left us in yesterday."

As they headed in that direction, they were bumping into people moving too slowly, not realizing the danger these two teenage girls presented. The girls managed to keep their thirst under control and finally, they reached the alley. Walking to the other end, they found Prince Christian standing as if waiting for them, arms folded across his chest. Mackinzie’s parents stood beside him, and Kale stood slightly behind the trio. It looked like they were awaiting the girls’ arrival.

“My soon to be queen,” Christian called to Mackinzie, “I am so happy you have returned. You too, Lillith. I am happy you have decided to come with me. It is nearly time for us to return home.”

Christian turned and led them all to the van where they filed in and rode to the port and toward what he told them was his vessel. As they exited the van, another vessel arrived, flying the flag of Christian’s home. This one wasn't as large as his, but it was obvious that it carried some type of significance judging by the looks that Kale and Christian exchanged.

A young woman excited, wearing a long flowing green dress, her red hair blowing in the night’s breeze. She leveled green eyes on them as she bowed to Christian.

“Dawn, what in the nine realms has caused you to make the trip between this one and ours?”

“My lord, you have been gone far too long. There is trouble on Taldor; your soon to be kingdom is threatened.”

“Speak,” Prince Christian ordered, his hands behind his back as he began to pace.

“The counselor, Maximus, is plotting to take the throne from you, saying you are unworthy to sit upon it. General Robert plans to initiate a Rising challenge and he has the support of the army. They plan to take the ring from your finger and have you imprisoned.”

“How did you escape to tell me this?” He questioned, wondering if she was telling him the truth.

She slowly bowed her head and handed him a scroll with a seal on it. Christian recognized it as the mark of King Alexander's best friend and most trusted advisor, Jacob. He broke the seal and leaned against the van as he read the scroll.

“And how is Jacob now?” Christian asked when he’d finished.

“Dead, my lord. He gave his life so that I might warn you.”

“I am going to take my throne!” Christian spat.

“My lord, not to speak out of turn, but perhaps, you should stay here where it's safe, where you and your bride can make a new life.”

“Bride? I am not his bride!” Mackinzie asserted.

Dawn bowed to both Mackinzie and Lillith and apologized for her error, although she looked confused about what that error was exactly.

Lillith smirked while Christian angrily explained as he nodded toward Mackinzie, “You were almost correct. She will be my queen.”

“Ah,” Dawn said, nodding in understanding. Well then, I'm sure your soon to be queen will make sure you are happy here in her world.”

“My father raised no coward,” Christian snapped. “Dawn, you must train the girls before we go home. If it is war they want, it is war they will get.”

Lillith quickly darted in front of Christian. “I don't recall us saying we would be fighting in any war for you, and Mackinzie doesn't want to marry you. Are you hard of hearing or just a fool?”

Dawn jumped between them and struck Lillith in the face. Lillith quickly returned fire with a punch as they began circling and sizing each other up.

“This should be good,” Christian observed as he watched intently.

Lillith carefully observed Dawns movements, keeping a steady pace with her as they circled until finally moving forward to try to sweep Dawn’s foot out from under her. Dawn stumbled but didn’t go down, and Lillith scored with an uppercut. Dawn took the blow flush in the face and didn't flinch as her eyes turned red and she grabbed Lillith’s hair, pulling her down and slamming her face into the pavement.

"You're strong, but you are not trained to use the powers you have been gifted." She then lifted Lillith high into the air before slamming her down hard, shards of asphalt flying up at the pure force behind the slam. Dawn grabbed Lillith’s hair, wrapping it around her hand and lifting Lillith’s face to meet hers. “You will learn your place soon enough, I swear it.”

Lillith’s mouth busted open from the force which her face met the pavement was now pouring blood and she felt pain unlike anything she had ever felt as a human. Her mouth trembled as she smiled just before spitting blood in Dawn's face, which caused her to be punched again.

Prince Christian clapped and yelled, "Enough!"

Dawn lifted Her up by her throat by one hand before punching her one last time before dropping Lillith who landed face first in the pavement, who began coughing up more blood.

"Skank," Lillith said weakly. Mackinzie rushed to her fallen friend as Prince Christian offered his hand to help her up.

“You are strong like your slayer mother. Help me take my kingdom back, and I will see you want for nothing,” Christian bargained before turning to Mackinzie. “I am drawn to you, Mackinzie, and it would