Bridging Worlds: Book 1 Celestoria's Time
Bonds Forged in Battle

Back on the battlefield, Rosche replied to Vernit’s question with a steely resolve. “You don’t have to know who we are. Let the people of Celestoria go.”

Vernit, his anger simmering, was infuriated by the audacity of these two strangers ordering him. “No one is leaving this place!” he spat, his voice seething with rage.

Once again, they clashed in a spectacular display of magic and swordplay. Eowyn, observing the intense battle, couldn’t stand idly by any longer. She turned to her brother and said, “Stay here. I’ll help them.” With those words, she joined the fray.

Vernit, already taken aback by Rosche’s release, was now faced with the unexpected appearance of Eowyn. “How are you here?” he demanded, his voice laced with surprise and anger.

Eowyn responded with a sly, deceptive smirk, her defiance unyielding. “Because your people are idiots, and we’ve already reported your hideout. They’ll be there in no time, and when they arrive, there will be nothing left but ashes.” Her words were a clever ruse to coax the Darbanes into a swift retreat, a strategic deception that played upon their fears and vulnerabilities.

Enraged by the turn of events, Vernit swiftly ordered his comrades to retreat to their hidden stronghold. The Darkbanes, their retreat a bitter pill to swallow, dispersed and vanished into the wilderness.

Once the Darbanes had left, Rosche, Eamon, Eowyn, and Davhil turned their attention to the citizens of Celestoria. Together, they assisted the shaken people in regaining their composure and encouraged them to return safely to their homes. Grateful for the assistance, the citizens complied, offering their heartfelt thanks to their saviors.

Alone once more, Rosche extended her gratitude to their newfound allies. “I am Rosche from Ebonvale, and this is my friend Eamon from Hendrix. We’re new to this city, and we just happened to encounter those barbarians,” she explained. “If you don’t mind us asking, what are your names?”

Eowyn introduced herself, “I am Eowyn, and this is my twin brother, Davhil. We were on our way to Ravenholm city.” sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Rosche, with a warm smile, suggested, “Great, we also have a friend traveling to Ravenholm city. I think it’s better if we travel together. Ignisfell is just ahead, and we might as well take a rest in the city before heading out to another one.”

Eamon chimed in, his tone practical and inviting. “And we also have horses; it’s faster to get there. Plus, it’s always safer to travel in numbers, especially in these uncertain times. We can watch each other’s backs on the road.”

The twin siblings readily agreed, and they embarked on the journey to Ignisfell together. Rosche and Eamon rode side by side, with Eowyn and Davhil following closely behind. As they ventured towards the city, a sense of camaraderie and newfound friendship blossomed among these travelers, their fates now intertwined on the path to adventure and discovery.

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