Into the Forest: The Hero's Soulyte 1
Young Cyrus wants more than anything to become a Hero with the sword, the glory, and the Soulyte that lends its powers to him in his quest to vanquish monsters. But his Soulyte is revealed to be a young woman cursed by a witch. He fears more than anything a woman—and this one tends to talk nonstop and puts her lovely face infront of his when he's not speaking. Talk about testing limits. More
How far would you go to become a Hero?
THE ROAD SO FAR
Madala is a land plagued by a dark force sweeping down from the north. Heroes are thrown into the blackness in order to uncover the evil—countless numbers of young men risking their lives for a chance to prove themselves worthy to be called a Hero of Madala.
And young Cyrus wants more than anything to become a Hero. He wants everything the title entails: the sword, the glory, and most importantly he wants a companion—his Soulyte mate, this little faery that lends its powers to its human companion until he becomes a Hero. But when his Soulyte is revealed to be a young woman cursed by a witch, Cyrus’s courage is tested beyond its limits, for he fears more than anything a woman—facing them, talking with them, being near them, especially when this specific one tends to talk nonstop and puts her lovely face infront of his face when he's not listening.
Can the thing he fears most be the one thing that can help him on his journey?
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Sweet lord above... sweet heavens... a woman...
“Thank you, Cyrus! If I had known it would just take a kiss… I would have—”
Cyrus looked at her while his head spun. The other words just passed and he wasn't hearing them, so shocked was he. But he still managed to see that she was small and probably younger than he. Her hair was long and thick and the color of moonlight, a glowing silver in the night air.
She looked beautiful. And again, naked.
And if it weren’t for the fact that it was covering her nudity, Cyrus might have died at that very moment.
“I… but… you…” He tried to speak. And failed. At least, it was the most he had ever said to a woman not from his immediate family.
She did not seem to notice that he had lost his tongue somewhere in the chaos. “My name is Magdeline. I was cursed by an old witch, then I was trapped by stupid faery hunters and sold to that market. Not one had a Soulyte even similar to mine so I was never released. When I saw you… well, that changed everything.” She smiled, really, smirked. “I had the chance to be free again to find that old hag but when that bird attacked me… I decided to just stay with you.” This time, her smile was sweet. “Despite your naivety and stupidity, you’re a pretty nice guy. You've saved me twice, and you're pretty to the eyes, too. Now, if you can only talk.”
“You’re a… woman….”
And it was then that Cyrus finally fainted.
Magdeline rolled her amethyst eyes at the absurdity of it all.
“Oh, Cyrus. You know,” she whispered to the dead-faint guy, “when the Hero kisses the damsel, it’s supposed to be happily ever after.”
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