House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Clare stood on the fountain steps, frozen in amazement, her mind refused to acknowledge what her eyes were clearly seeing. She was high enough to see only a minority of Khiron in its beauty because the houses were actually rows of castles, some taller than the mountain she stood on.

Shinning castles made of gold material stretched beyond normal heights, as peaks of light shimmered from the tall building walls. There wasn’t much sun left, but the light surrounding Khiron seemed to seep through from something beyond the air, high above her, but not so distant as the stars. But not particularly close to the moon either, which still held in its shadowed phase. It was further than reaching distance, but not high enough to dismiss, however, it didn’t captivate her as the realm did. There were hundreds OR thousands of castles, some bigger than the others, rounded roofs made of milky glass fabrics of some kind, maybe marble.

On distant parts, she could spot smaller houses, tinier versions of the castles. Maybe they were double stories, she guessed as her eyes shuffled around the top parts of what she could watch.

The nearest castle had no windows, it was like a fully covered shell of gold. The smell of musk and roses seeped in her lungs as she deeply inhaled the crisp air. Caidrian nudged her, “Come on, we’ve been standing here for twenty minutes let’s get down.”

“Are the castles made of gold?”

“Not entirely. Marble exterior, but you can't see it clearly, it is being shielded by a liquid gold because of the Orderian. It’s a protection Verse to protect our homes from intruders or our visitors if they happened to double-cross us.”

Clare coughed the word out, “Orderian?”

“Your brother can explain it all to you, let us get you inside, I got to check-in at the Garde’s fortress.”

She turned her head but kept her eyes fixated on this visionary place, as they made their way down the steps. The fountain flowed down the stairs, but wherever she walked the water parted for her feet, a silent invitation, so she wouldn’t slip.

Clare felt like Alice walking into Wonderland, only this one wasn’t filled with big cats and rabbits, but rolled in death, inhabited by descendants of Angels and demons, and whatever else awaited her. Only her bravery would be earned in the form of death.

way below Caidrian, who had been carrying the packets from earlier. Her eyes instinctively

of green and purples feathers. The bird gazed at her from a distance, and she could swear that she felt the wind a knot stronger as it flapped its wings. It drifted further down as if her notice was

she was little, her mother took her to a bird park, and Clare touched one of the birds, it attacked her, pecking her hands and her head. She remembered her screams and the way she grabbed the bird by its beak and flung it across a tree, by

intensely on the bird whose wings kept getting closer and closer to her, her hair moving slightly by the breeze.

startled she jumped with a squeak, way to go, Clare,

seemingly unaffected by her edginess, “Don’t stare at it,

there other awful beasts

you will ever set eyes on, Ruzak, is his name, he’s circling the area, making sure no unwanted guest has

nod, it made a ruffling sound like paper getting squashed. Noticing Caidrian was almost to the bottom

if it were a wounded pup before she touched the leaf. The roughness brushed her fingers, taking a bold step she pinched the leaf, it was spring soft to the touch, but

hurry down. Finding its origin on the opposite side of the waterfall with a whole forest

place was not just a different place, but a newfound world, one of exceptional

smooth with a high gloss finish, she waited at the top of a long pathway, which led to different roadways and paths. Next to it, was grass, gold grass, that also seemed to be moving on its own. Spotting Caidrian walk on it, she almost shouted, but the grass flattened before his foot touched the spot. Further down was a man riding a white

glowing dimmed white light in the sky. There was no reason in trying to understand why, she didn’t bother asking. The city spoke for itself, it was extraordinary and Angelic. The air around her, light, clean and untouched, made her skin tickle. Maybe she had been here

Calub, where ever he was. On hearing he was missing she felt the love for him, it was

about this majestic land, the sweet

asked, “So that vacant land is it all

is much larger than that, there’s a lot of science involved, alternate spaces, it has height