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Chapter 2 Seventeen years later, the small baby girl found in the ancient temple sepulcher of Malikir had grown up to be a very beautiful creature. With short dark curly wavy locks of the gushing waterfalls, with golden brown skin and wide animals eyes of amber yellow begotten after finishing her Trials of Blood, Cameron and Odlanyar named her Ariam.             Ariam was a soaring and lissome adolescent girl, with a narrow sharp face and adorably thin and tiny nose. Her legs were long and strong, her arms were toned to the curved, and her body was a lean mean fighting machine. She was not made of glass, but instead her body was that equivalent to a stone castle with moat around it, and inside the moat laid hidden monsters that would shred out a man’s face into half.             This tale began as Ariam and Obadiah had gotten a contract to deal with an ancient cursed rel...

Chapter Two Malaysia is boiling hot and very unnecessary damp. The way one would think hell is like, now times that by eighteen and you get Malaysia, but if you times it by twenty then you’ve gone too far and went to Australia or Ethiopia. So I shouldn’t complain, there are other countries out there suffering in much more extreme conditions. I got home by train and now just few steps to my apartment, Block F. Block F is a combination of life insurances and urine, and how fascinating and disgusting they all are at the same time. Not too far from the apartments, you can see the big billboard on the highway. There is the large, swelled up face of our current prime minister, his white thinning hair swiped back matched with a Hitler moustache and a thick full red lips, this kind of face reminds me of a wolf, or a pig, take your pick. He points right at me, with his eyes wide open with those big glasses of his, and he is smiling, why? He is very calm like a Hindu cow for someone wi...

Chapter 1 Seventeen years ago Up high by the cliff overlooking the northern sea, lays the headquarters of the Daggers from the north, Kina Shira in the northern province of Krajinyr. In the middle of the courtyard of the stronghold, there rested a huge tall tree. It had red leaves, and coal black large trunk that was wrapped with robust modest thorns and the branches were a plenty, tingling and webbing each other. This was where some of the more religious Daggers came to kneel down and pray to whomever Gods they believed in. Most often times, they pray for a successful hunt.             Cameron and Odlanyar, two very well respected and well known senior Daggers from Kina Shira were proud to say that they were not very religious folks. These two men were the kind of people you’d least expect to beg for the Gods, because not only did they find it to be a major waste of time, they felt liked they looked very silly kneeling and ...