The Mistakes of Our Ancestors

The year is 693. In a world wear humans and magical beings are separated, blood is everything. The Halflings, a race created by the mating of magical and non-magical blood, are unwanted. At least, they were until the magical military were wiped out by a mysterious villain. Bambrielle, Onyx, Lucas and Astrid are the four smartest Halflings in the world, and it is their job to find this monster. Can they even manage it? They will need to use their own unique skills to save the world as they know it, while their opponent uses his skills to destroy it. But who is really the villain? Everyone's morality is questionable now...


5. Nightmare

Bambrielle sighed and made her way to the bathroom, bags in hand. Hunter or not, she was still a girl, and had all the creams and make-up any other girl would have. There were four bathrooms, two upstairs and two downstairs. Seeing as all the bedrooms were upstairs too, there would be a little competition every morning for who would get the one closest to their room. Not even bothering to knock, she went inside. Onyx stood with his back to her, halfway through taking his shirt off, for a shower no doubt. That’s when Bambrielle noticed something. On his right shoulder blade, a tribal style dragon tattoo slithered down to the bottom of his ribcage. It was pitch black, creating a crisp contrast with his pale skin. “Nice tat.” She walked in and arranged her pots and bottles inside the shower and around the sink. “Damnit, Bambi, ever heard of knocking?” His face went slightly red as he pulled his shirt hastily back over his head. “Yep.” She wet her brush and squeezed out some toothpaste. “Braille I’m trying to have a shower! Do you mind?” “Nope, go ahead. Don’t mind me.” She continued brushing her teeth. “Oh, for fucks sake get out of here.” He leant against the wall and let his head fall back against it, clearly irritated. Bambrielle spat out the foam from her mouth. “Well I might be here a while so just go ahead, it’s not like I’m gonna look.” She resumed the brushing. Onyx sighed and, after mumbling some incoherent, no doubt insulting words, he stripped and got into the shower a little awkwardly. Bambrielle kept her promise, and didn’t look, although if she said she wasn’t tempted she was lying. Once she was done, she picked her bags up once more and left for her room. She filled the wardrobe with her clothes, and displayed her many weapons on the desk, propping her longest sword by her bed should anything happen. Throwing on an old, long t-shirt, she hopped into her pale blue bed, staring up at the white and gold ceiling. They had achieved next to nothing that day. Of course, that was expected, but Bambrielle wished they had made just a little progress. Yawning, she closed her eyes and rolled over, letting the wave of sleep rush over her. Her dreams were filled with black tribal dragons against white mist, and the sound of angel’s wings. She was running as fast as she could across a navy and white checked floor, but the swords at her side were getting heavier… heavier… At last she tripped and slid along the tiles to the edge and rolled off. She fell faster and faster, her swords dragging her down. She tried with all her might to remove them, but they were bound to her hips and thighs by what could only be magic. She fell deeper until the world faded away around her. She hit the ground hard and tried to look around, but she couldn’t see a thing. She remembered this feeling all too well. She pulled herself to her feet and ran lopsidedly, the swords growing bigger and heavier still. The angel wings returned, but it was not Gabriel that spoke. Or at least she didn’t think so. It sounded like a hundred people, all speaking at once; men, women, children. “Sweet dreams, Bambrielle.” It teased, the voices seeming to come from all around her, putting her senses into overdrive. Then they attacked her, all at once. She tried with all her might to pull a sword from its sheath, but alas they were all too heavy. She collapsed to the ground, battered and bruised. But there was no angel to save her…
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