Haze of Dusk (A trilogy) by Immer C.H Read Free Book Online

know. I tried to overlook their secrecy and relax. I gaze around an inactive area that its view whirls my sentiments. Doomsvell obviously is admired by the greenness of nature. Is it fair they have what every outsider desires? But reversing my thinking—normally all the people of Doomsvell pass on to the other life. It’s the least the leaders could do for them—to live life in such a wonderful place, for such a short time.
    We go up solid stairs that eventually take us to the castle’s entry. At last we enter the war castle, straight to the main hall, a place that steals my breath away with its excessive golden shades and oak polished floor. The walls are overflowing with creative arts that dominate the pigments. The ceiling carries many large candles circular shaped chandeliers. The more I stare at the art on the walls, the more I grasp the colors twirl in a spherical motion, and the walls shift in an unbalance movement.
    “ Don’t look too much at the colour’rs and walls young boy. Ye might just get giddy." Ronneto pauses his discussion to warn me. I fairly smile, trying to show some manliness. I ignore his warning and gawk at the art, the twirling makes me queasy. Maybe I should obey him . I straighten my head to their direction, and continue following them.
    We come in a greater room, with two pairs of curl stairs on the sides— one to the left and the other to the right. Looking directly to the center of the room, there is a red arch door.  “Remember’r, east is men, west is girls… so don’t ye try going in the girl’s dormitory. Albeit, the doors won’t allow you to go in even if ye try,” he taunts walking to the isolated red door. I purse my lips. If he only knew I am a girl. Ronneto opens the red door for us to go in. I grimace, there’s a brick wall.
    “Don’t ye be afraid, go in,” I take a deep breath and carefully insert a hand. A force pulls me in, taking me to another room.
    I appear in a golden-brown room with a ceiling that makes the sorcerers on the painting come to life.  They fight noiselessly. Then abruptly it vanishes— I change my direction before I become sick.  There are over a hundred hectic people in the room. Most of them are young; thirteen to their twenties. The people talk among each other. They sound irritated and exasperated by something.
    “ This is the order room. Here ye’ll get your bedroom number and ye will register’r as what ye is… a work schedule will be given to ye. For two months, ye will follow that schedule. Ye understands?” I nod. Ronneto gazes to the center of the room. There’s a round close, oak-counter that’s surrounded by impatient people. 
    “Again , she leaves people waiting…” he says in a sigh heading towards the counter. “Reggia!” he growls slamming the counter with a hand. The candle chandelier center on the top begins shaking. A bright light turns on illuminating our sight. A beautiful woman with white wavy hair comes from that light, tainting our vista with feathers. By her long downward ears, I can tell her race is rare, probably an Aves shape shifter. She wears a brilliant white hood robe that goes well with her spotless pale face.
    “I’m here. I'm here…I was taking a short break sire,” her voice is squeaky, rather annoying. Ronneto seems to be a man respected and admired. He murmurs something that makes her blush. He then sights my way, gesturing for me to go to him. “Go, he’s going to help you.” Srogeri whispers. I rapidly shake my head.
    “ There are others waiting first.” I concede. Srogeri narrows his eyes and crosses his arms on his chest. That’s enough to send me flying to Ronneto. As I stand near Ronneto, I hear angry rumbling of the people.
    “Why he gets to be first…”
    “Shhh… he is with Ronneto,” it’s all I hear. Seeing the admiration and importance towards the man, I ignore what others have to say.
    “His last name is Zayras of Duolic, first-name Jorsay,” he tells her. The