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ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion

(The first book starts in achatina and continues in abc order and then the second and third follow it)

Riddles of the Phoenixes series

The War of the Phoenixes.

Chapter twenty seven: King James Aragorn.

Chapter twenty seven:

The hood fell to reveal, a face distorted with age and injury, and filled with anger and pain. He had raven black hair that fell to his shoulders, he had one dark brown eye and the other was white and his face was scarred. Ugly red scars. Emma trembled sadly, tears running down her face. The words from her vision of him rang through her memory. ‘A terrible price must be payed for those who defy death’.

“I cannot do it.” Nora said, standing in front of Cyra, Sylvia, and Emma. The shadowy figure cocked his head at her. “Please Nora…I can’t give her up.” He said, desperation creeping into his voice. “It it wrong. You’ll only hurt her more than dying did. Bringing people back to life ends with terrible results.” Nora said. The shadowy figure’s face contorted with rage. “You think I don’t know that!!!!” He yelled. “You don’t know how it feels to be torn apart from the inside, and tossed back her into this HORRIBLE world!!! You don’t know the pain of realizing that there’s nothing left for you in this world!!!” The man shouted, his face full of pain and anger.

Nora turned slightly and addressed Cyra. “Cyra. You know what to do. You’re the fastest.” She told Cyra. The shadowy figure blinked, unable to comprehend what she was doing. Cyra sped toward the shadowy figure, at the speed of lightning and pressed her hand against his forehead.

Instantly Cyra’s hand, at first cold, became burning hot. Memories came coursing down on him. Memories. Memories of her. The one he loved. “Are you, are you, coming to the tree where they strung up a man, who called for his love to flee…” She had sang. Her sitting next to him in a garden. Her tossing her hand in his face, exasperated with him. Her crying. Her dancing. Her lying on the shore of a lake, unconscious. Her kissing him. Her singing softly, while rocking a baby. Her laughing. Her watching him gently. Her singing with him. Her. And then the memories took a dark turn. Her being hung in front of him. “It’s okay.” She had said.

But it didn’t feel okay. It hurt. Dying and then coming back. Pain. Burning pain. But even the pain of coming back, didn’t match the pain of losing her, his beloved, his wife. Consumed with rage at the ones who had taken her from him, he’d gone on a mission to kill them all. He felt nothing. No regret. Nothing. His pain had clouded out the possibility that they didn’t deserve to die. If anyone did, it was him. “It is well. With my soul. It is well with my soul. It is well with my soul…”

James shot up breathing hard. His sword clattered to the floor. Nora stood in front of him now. The other woman behind her. Tears began to fall, running down his scarred face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” He cried. “Please I don’t deserve to live..” Nora shook her head. “No James. You were blinded by your pain. We need your help. Your children need your help. You’re the only one, who can defeat Tom the slayer of dreams. ” Nora said. James was breathing heavily. “I don’t deserve to live. I killed innocents.” James whispered. Nora straightened her back and looked him in the eye, with a look that reminded him of Arianna when she was reprimanding him.

“No. What would Arianna say if she was here? She wouldn’t want you to be pouting. She would want you to help us. Do it for us! Do it for your kingdom! Do it…for Arianna. Rise King James! Rise!” Nora exclaimed. She held his sword out to him. James drew in a deep breath. Nora was right. He would do it. For Arianna. Slowly, wearily he rose to his feet, took his sword from Nora, and turned toward the Krakos. “Thomas!!!” He roared. The Krakos turned to face him. “James. I’ve been expecting you.” Tom rumbled. James cracked his neck. “Lets finish this, brother. Shall we?”

I know how much y’all like cliffhangers, so here’s one just for y’all! 😊

-SunnyFox57