Peyrian Biord

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• Twisted Is The Crown   Myonna

  THE SOUND OF A CRACKLING fire wakes me up from sleep. The first thing I feel is the dirt under my back, second are the bruises scattered across my arms and face. I try to move one of my arms, but its still broken. Pain rushes up my arm and I drop it against the wet leaves. Did it rain? Where am I?I try to stand, but a voice startles me back to the ground.“You’re not yet healed. Don’t try to stand.”Looking to my left, I see a person bent over by a crackling flame. Above the fire, a pig is being roasted. Her hair is long and silvery, her skin—from what I can see—paler than snow. However, it’s the pair of silver-white feathery wings stretching from her back that catch my eye. Is she? Oh gods.“Are you—Are you a kathaldra?”She turns, and I finally get a full view of her face. Its illuminated by the glow of the fire, and she looks almost god like, like her face was carved from the purest marble. Her eyes are upturned like a

• Twisted Is The Crown   Quillion

  EVER SINCE FATHER DIED, THINGS have progressively been getting worse and worse. Not even twenty minutes ago Deyko died at my hand, now Mitaldra has returned to finish what she started.The floors of the palace are strewn with dead bodies and burnt corpses. Outside, a drakon rests on the turret of the highest tower, watching the ground down below with keen intent. I shouldn’t have left. I should have stayed with Lahle and Ahelo, fought side by side with my people.Deyko’s face in death haunts me. His veined, open eyes. His partially parted lips. The look of fear he gave me in the seconds before, a walking corpse. Maybe I should’ve let him win. Maybe I should’ve died.My feet glide over blood stained marble as I make my way to the bunker under the palace. I walk down a short flight of stairs and turn a corner and meet Ahelo and Lahle running towards me. Lahle wraps her hands around me and hugs me tight, and after a moment of hesita

• Twisted Is The Crown   Mitaldra

  ITS BEEN PLAGUING THE BACK of my mind since we set out for Gaia. The irritating voice hasn’t left me alone since I watched my brother’s body hang and turn blue, and even here in the heart of battle its nonsensical whispers control my actions.I have never felt something like this before, not being in control of your own body. Its like my soul is trapped somewhere down below while another spirit takes control. I’m a passenger in my own flesh.I wanted Gaia for its riches, its people, its sheer power. I wanted Gaia because it would place me on a pedestal higher than the other kings and queens. But now things are very, very wrong.Its whispers are cold, so very cold, and even though I cant understand what it’s saying by hearing, I feel it in my head.Go to the palace.Gaia’s army have already begun to retreat. The roughly sixty men are all headed towards the palace. I’m not sure what this voice is

• Twisted Is The Crown   Lahle

  MY STEPS ECHO AGAINST THE TIGHT stairwell of the booth tower as I race down it, heart pounding. I can already hear the chaos outside from here. The screaming and pounding of distant explosions gives me enough adrenaline to run out the booth tower.I hold the rusted gold handles of the tower and slam them open, only to be greeted by horrific pandemonium.Explosions rock the ground beneath our feet as innocent people run for their lives. In the distance, I hear what sounds like metal shackles. The dance of a thousand marching soldiers.I haven’t even had the time to mourn Deyko.Not even a second later Doregan and the rest of the elders are out of the booth tower and beside me, watching the madness as it unfolds. The sky is blotted with grey from ash and smoke.“Where is Quillion?” I say, even though I know nobody can hear me over the screaming and explosions. I turn to Doregan. “We have to get o

• Twisted Is The Crown   Quillion

  THE CARRIAGE ROCKS UNDER ME. Its a short journey to the tournamentfields, and Doregan insisted I ride in one to prevent any further problems. By this time tomorrow either I or Deyko will be king.I push the thought out of my mind.“A lot of people...came.” Lahle tries to make conversation, but its obvious her mind is racing. I place my pam onto hers. I know she’s scared. This may be the last time she sees me as a king. Father’s legacy was important to her too.“I know we were arguing and—”“Water under the bridge.” I say, smiling. “I understand that you trusted Deyko. He has done nothing to make you think otherwise.”Lahle nods, faking a smile. She still hurts under the tough facade she tries to pull. Out of respect, I don’t say anything.“Did Deyko speak to you about---”“He did, Lahle.” We had a discussion yesterday. He told me some real things, and I’m not

• Twisted Is The Crown   Mitaldra

  “YOU DONT HAVE TO DO this, you know.” The old man says, tugging on the hem of my coat. Almost two nights of staying in this small camp and I still haven’t bothered to learn his name.I raise an eyebrow. “Elaborate.”“Kamara,” he whispers. “I don’t want it to seem like we’re dumping her on you. And wont the court ask questions? The queen vanishes for two days and returns with a little girl?”I smile. “I have the court wrapped round my finger. They would think twice before questioning me.”“I heard. Gossip spreads like wildfire in Vahaltmir. Especially here in Samba.”He rolls his eyes. “Even down in the Isiya camp, we know what happens above.”I raise my chin. “I do this because you have helped me a lot. Your business is going to fall on terrible times come two new customers. The least I can do is make one if your children’s lives less horrendous.”The man furrows h