The Book Of Trayedes

by thedezgyrl

Nakura is an orphan girl with a dark and hidden past. She has always dreamed of becoming a pupil of Master Z, the head of the Arkhanos school. The school for those who are magically gifted and want to be trained in both physical combat and that of mystical arts. Nakura soon gets her wish after stealing a dangerous and nearly forgotten artifact.

2. Chapter 2

WARNING:MATURE/ADULT CONTENT

This is a story involving my OC's. The way Trayedes is pronounced is Trades. I hope you enjoy it! Don't forget to comment, I love feedback!

THE BOOK OF TRAYEDES PART 2
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Master Z sat alone in his study, surrounded by books, and a small fire going in the marble mantle. Although his attention was so engrossed in the book he wouldn't know whether he was hot or feeling cold. Master Z admired the leatherwork it was bound in and at the same time remained unsettled by the material dragon skin. The words and descriptive artwork delicately placed with fairy blood, and the pages themselves human skin that reeked of virtue.

'I don't know whether to be disgusted or in awe of this thing. Whoever created this had some heavy handed intentions...why in the world would Nakura steal a book like this...' Master Z thought to himself.

While laying in a four postered bed Nakura looked up at the ceiling and couldn't wrap her head around that she was in the domain of Master Z. All her life nearly she had idolized this school and all it could hold for her. All though there are others similar to her, during her travels she could never find someone who would understand or even help her understand who she is..

She heard the Brotherhood of Dan-Peran baying their wolfish howls in the background of the dark forest below her room. Nakura's thoughts making their way to Master Z. She could understand why the girls in the village oohed and ahhed over him from his physical appearance, his powers, strength, and even gentle nobility. Yet...in his eyes he held something broken. Nakura then following that thought...'But what could it be?'

Though the bed was warm and comfortable Nakura just couldn't bring herself to sleep. The sleep that she did manage to receive was fitful at best and she tossed and turned more than ocean current. She dreamed of a defenseless girl child screaming as a fire blazed before her eyes and sparks of manifested magic flew about.

It had been awhile since these types of dreams had infiltrated Nakura's mind. Nakura's feet slid out of the bed and they landed against the cool wooden floors. There was a very secure feeling of being here she noticed abruptly even though she had learned that feelings in certain places were traitorous.