ÎN CRESTERE ÎN GLORIA SA DE ODINIOARÃ That was what was written on the tablet from Camp Gigant’. Raisel read it over and over again, “None of this makes sense”. She went over it one more time, “I can’t believe this was what we stayed back for at Camp Gigant’ and almost got crushed by giants for”. “Let me see”, Dragomir took it from her hand, “I don’t know but I felt a pull to it like it was important to our quest. Just like how you feel with the stone calling out to you" Raisel nodded, “I understand but how do we decrypt this?” “This is some kind of language…let me see”, Dragomir sat on the floor and studied closely. They were still in the woods. After a while he spoke, “This is Romanian, just like Gigant”, he explained, “Rising… Raisel scribbled. “Rising to….it’s…former…reign? glory, yes glory”, he finished, “Rising to its former glory” “You speak Romanian?”, she asked, “Are you sure?” He rolled his eyes, “No I do not. Maybe you can decrypt it?" “Okay okay whatever!", she r
They rode into a small village that was surprisingly empty, void of people and activities. When they were deep into the village they began to hear noise from a distance. It was dusk by the time they arrived. They rode for a while before they spotted a few people tending to one thing or the other. When they rode further into the city, the noise increased and they were able to pinpoint its origin, there was a large gathering of people in a large circle, what was causing the noise and excitement amongst the people was still a mystery because of the people obstructing their view. Dragomir glanced at Raisel from where she sat behind him on the horse and the look on her face was all he needed to go on with his plan. He got down from the horse and helped her down too. He led the horse and tied it to a tree around a corner, the grass was green in the area so the horse started eating almost immediately. Then together, their hands entwined like they had not just argued not too long ago, they
Dragomir watched her disappear underneath the water and when she popped back up, it was a heavenly sight, her long black hair was matted to her face, her lips, even more, rosier than it usually was, it slightly quivered as a result of the cold water, her blue eyes underneath the moonlight was like gazing at the clouds on a beautiful sunny day. The white dress she wore clung tightly to her, revealing every crevice of her body. He wanted to trace patterns with his fingers, it was crazy but his attraction to this woman was undeniable. He knew he wasn’t supposed to stray or look at her like that, but he couldn’t help it. He was thankful for the fact that he was in the water and not watching her from the outside, else his arousal would have been evident for her to see. She seemed to not have noticed his intent stare or she was doing a good job at concealing it. She was perfect in more ways than he could imagine. It was wrong, she was human, he was a dragon king, and much was expected of h
She jumped and spun around startled at the sudden intrusion disrupting her quiet reverie. “I’m so sorry for startling you”, Queen Solandis apologized. Marcella smiled warmly, “You do not have to apologize Queen So…” “Oh quit with the Queen this and that. It is Solandis to you Marcella”, Queen Solandis cut her off. Queen Solandis stood erect, in her all-white attire and silvery grey hair, she didn’t wear a crown, the only piece of jewellery was a small padlock pendant hanging off a gold chain. She looked very much like a ghost, the only thing missing was a night sky. She was flagged on two sides by two royal guards. She spoke again, “I know I look like a demon from the depths of Hades or like a ghost as some people would prefer…”, she smiled slyly, “I have good cause to look like this however, but what reason do you have Marcella? You do not look fine to me” Marcella dropped the axe in her hand… “What are you boys doing just standing behind me like a passive statue”, Solandis sco
Raisel had noticed his sour mood since he woke from sleep, he couldn’t fathom what the problem might be. He was lost in thoughts and it was clear. She had asked a couple of times but he had played it off. “Dragomir would you please tell me exactly what’s wrong”, She asked. He began to say something but she cut him off, “And no….don’t tell me it’s nothing because it does not look like nothing” “Raisel I just want to find the stone as soo…” “Is that not what we have always wanted?”, she interjected, “Is that not the reason why we both set out on this journey in the first place? Why we have travelled through countless kingdoms and survived numerous trials. We want the same…” “I know that Raisel, I just want to find this immediately…” “Where did this newfound seriousness sprout from?”, she asked. He shook his head, “You see it right?, It is crystal clear that we haven’t been putting so much work into this…” “How dare you say that! How many times have we nearly been killed trying to
It was raining with reckless abandon when they finally regained consciousness. Their eyes slowly adjusted to the room and their brains did a quick flashback to remind them of where they were. Raisel tried to move but she realized she was in bounds, she looked and saw that Dragomir was also in bounds. There were chained to a wall, their hands apart above their heads, their feet bound together... Then they saw her unstacking pots, she turned around and flashed a quirky smile at them, “You are awake!”, she paced about, “You just had one of my speciality, a sleep serum”, she said in an innocent tone of voice, “It is supposed to knock you out for a very long time…”, she added. Raisel turned to look for a window, “How long have we been here?”, she asked in a strained voice. Crystal turned back to the large pot, that before their entrance was not in the room, she set it on a stack of wood, “Two nights” “What?”, Dragomir shouted in alarm. He struggled against the bounds. Crystal nodded vi
Raisel looked at her in puzzlement. She leaned into her, “You are human…”, her scaly coarse fingers caressed her face, Raisel moved her away, her hands were coarse against her skin. She could see her scrawny ghost-like fingers up close, dirt from ages ago lodged in her hard and long nails, “What is it about you?”, her voice was hoarse with a slight hiss to it. She smoothened Raisel’s hair backwards repeatedly. Raisel leaned backwards desperately trying to her away from her grasp. Meanwhile, Dragomir's hawk-like eyes never left her. He looked on, panic clear in his eyes. “Nothing?” Isolde leaned in closer towards Raisel and squinted her eyes curiously, “It is impossible, you can’t wield the stone and not be some supernatural creature of some sort”, she suddenly turned to look at Dragomir, "Maybe you know something?" She stood erect and walked towards Dragomir, confusion still etched on her features, “Our Dragon prince, dare I say king? Too bad that will not be a reality now would it?
She charged towards Raisel livid with anger…. “It hurts to feel unworthy”, Dragomir interjected turning her attention away from Raisel, “The need to run away. Every witch has a coven, I don’t see yours so I am guessing you left it…” “I left of my own accord!”, she barked, “I am a solo witch” “Oh cut the crap witchy lady, everyone needs to have a sense of belonging, somewhere they can call home, somewhere where they are loved and accepted except of course you were not…” “Arrghhh!”, she screamed and moved her hand towards Raisel and a power surge hit her with a full force, strong enough to shatter the chains. Raisel hit her head against the wall and hit the floor with a thud. “Raisel!, Raisel!”, Dragomir called out to her frantically, tears clouding his vision. “You can not project your fears unto me dragon! Those are your feelings, not mine, you know it deep within you”, she said aloud in a voice that was a male’s, “You think you are unfit to be king, you think you are unfit to be
Hello Loves, If you have gotten to this point then congratulations! you are at the end of this wholesome journey. Thank you for going on this adventurous ride with Dragomir and Raisel. I hope you didn't get lost in the witch's den or get captured by the giants. If you didn't then I am assuming you found the Heart of Magic and are on the same page with us. I hope you loved their story? Please, if you did, I want you to know I am itching to know what you loved about the story. I will deeply appreciate your thoughts and opinions. Thank you.
They drank a lot of rum and chatted about everything and nothing. It was far into midnight and the bar was beginning to empty out. Coal didn’t have much customers to attend to, so he was able to engage them. Coal took one long sip, “It was always about the ladies when he came here” “No definitely not”, Dragomir argued. “Of course Dragomir” Raisel took a short sip and scrunched her nose in disgust at the awful taste, “Who was it, tell me?”, she bobbed up and down in her seat like an excited school girl. “First it was Esmeray…” “Oh”, she interrupted, her face fell. “Then Raisel…” “Oh shut up Coal!" Raisel was smiling now, “Really?” Dragomir looked at her, “Why do you care so much?” She stared back at him, she couldn’t conjure up any bef
Raisel tossed on her bed, and then she heard it again. She got up with a start, it was still slightly dark but a horse was neighing outside. She brushed it off and went back to sleep but she heard it again but this time it was much closer to her window. It was the early hours of the morning but if a horse was outside her window she had to check it out. She grudgingly got out of bed, it was a chilly night so she slipped on a robe and walked towards her window, she peeped outside but there was no one around or even a horse around. She thought of going outside to check but she did not want to use the door for fear of waking her mother up. Since she got back her mother had insisted on spending the night in her room cuddled up with her for fear of her running off again like the last time. It had taken her a lot to convince her mother that she and found the stone and had no plans of running away without her knowledge. Her words were not enough still until she had threatened that she might
As Raisel rode through the all too familiar streets, it hit her again, how could she forget? This was home, the home where she lived with her parents. Where she had made her first mistakes as a child, gotten her first scolding and grown into the strong woman that she was today. It was not the beautiful scenery that got to her, no this time it wasn’t perfection that Islandia was, the clouds were not excessively blue and did not look like soft foams that you wanted to reach out to and take a piece from, there were not much beautiful flowers and trees as the streets in Avalon assumed a more business-like front. Carriages and horses packed here and there, men were smartly dressed and attended to their different businesses. There were no dragons in all the wonderful colours you can imagine, in the most beautiful patterns, Avalon was dull and bereft of loud colours of any kind. Heavens forbid that you wear bright yellow or neon green, the fountain in the middle of the street did not have w
Votigern had been travelling for days unending, his only lead to the heart of magic had blown up in his face. So he and his men had taken a well-needed rest. He had a huge party that left him dead drunk throughout the day. He slowly opened his eyes, he had a banging headache. He slowly walked towards the door and opened it, a guard was stationed outside, “Send my food in…with a woman of course” He nodded, “Yes sire” He slumped on the bed, and not long after there was a short knock on the door, “Come on in” “Good morning Lord Votigern”, a lady's voice greeted him. He merely grumbled his greetings. She set the tray of food on the table and walked up to him, “What do you want my Lord?” He thought about it for a while, then he turned to look at her, his eyes unashamedly travelling through the full length of her body. By his standards, she was a beautiful woman. Long brown hair, a petite face and a curvy body accentuated by the tight-fitting dress she wore and extremely tight corsets
They rode for hours unending, stopping at intervals for a short break. It was almost sunset when they arrived at the heart of the earth, the original location of Islandia where the portal once opened. They stopped their horses and got down from them. Raisel reached for the box, it was slightly heavy, she handed it to Dragomir, “I believe this belongs to you” He hesitated, “Raisel…” She shook her head, “No Dragomir, this is not debatable. This rightfully belongs to dragons, this belongs to you…”, she smiled, “And what will I do with this after all?”, she asked, “It will only put a target on my back, I do not know where or how to keep it safe…” He nodded, “Thank you Raisel, thank you so very much. I could not have done this without you” Her eyes glistened with tears, “We make quite a good team”, she smiled through the tears. And more, he said to himself. She reached for his face and cupped it, “It is time Dragomir, you did it, it is time. Time for you to do what you have promised
Allerick rode into Avalon, the royal guards beside him. As soon as he entered the royal courtyard word spread around that he was back. He walked head-on to the throne room, he ignored the greetings on the way like he had not seen them. He was in an awful mood and the reason was clear. He got to the large doors, and the courtier stationed outside quickly acknowledged him, “Your Highness” Allerick did not bother with a reply, he stood still, his hands to his back. After a while, he turned to the man, “Can I see my father Stefan? Or do I have to force the doors open myself?” Stefan bowed immediately, “My apologies your Highness”, he opened the doors, “Prince Allerick, son of King Aldrich, heir to the throne of Avalon is entering the thro… Allerick walked in before he finished. Trent and the other men trailed behind him. His father and grandmother sat around a large table, there were two people with them, and he recognized them as ministers. Aldrich saw him first, his eyes lit up when
They slowly rode into the deserted streets of Deleria. They stayed quiet for a moment observing the area. Save for the constant chirping of birds and crowing of roosters it was eerily quiet. There was no sign of human existence. “You know I was thinking”, Raisel said. “Tell me…” “The phrases, the clues we gathered…”, she trailed off, her mind preoccupied, “The clues were talking about Deleria, this is the kingdom that has lost its glory…” “….but will rise again”, Dragomir finished. They rode through the streets but there was still no sign of life. Save for the items outside the beatdown houses that humans used. “Do you think our choice of clothing has chased them inside?” He thought about it only for a while, “Yes they live in fear. Two people in leather and swords are bound to terrify them…” She nodded, “I never really thought about how or where we are to find the stone..” “If it is in Deleria we will find it. It will be hard to conceal it...”, he stated, “I have been thinkin
Raisel ran towards Dragomir’s tent, in her hands were a lot of papers. They were guards stationed outside, when they saw her they greeted her and gave way for her. When she entered the chambers, as soon as she saw him, a small smile crept on her lips. It was the cutest sight ever. He was still dressed in his royal regalia that he wore earlier, his crown had tipped slightly but it was still on his head. He laid halfway on the bed, his one leg was on the bed while the other was on the floor. He was snoring slightly, and a half-eaten apple was in his hand. She walked closer to him, her eyes lit up in admiration for this man, now she knew why he had not come to see her earlier. He was exhausted. She took the apple from his hand and set it aside. She laid the books and papers she came with on the bed. She removed his crown carefully and laid it aside. She gently roused him, “Dragomir, I need you to wake up. I have something to tell you” He mumbled some incoherent words but he did not w