In one snap, Amira finds herself back in the forest near their kingdom. She runs her eyes around to find the source of the voice. Behind her appears the spirit of the woods—the wood fairy— floating with the autumn leaves circling around her.
"I'm back!" she exclaims.
Her eyes sparkle in glee but her sudden happiness is washed off by the maiden's response. "Not yet, Amira."
The fold on her forehead doublees as she states her contradiction. "No! I AM already home," she asserts her statement firmly. "I won't go back in the mortal world! That place isn't meant for me. Hauraya is my place! This is where I belong!"
"Is that really what your heart says?"
The wood maiden's words snatch the courage out of her, she strides back. Her voice rescinds. Hauraya maybe her place of birth but her memories of it are all but bitter. She ponders if
~Flashback~~ Eight-year-old Amira covers herself behind the cemented wall when she passes by their catacomb and hears how her father, Alpha Douman, raises his voice over her Aba. "If it wasn't for that sea-serpent, we won't lose Argon! If we have Argon's mind, we will not be stocked in this realm! We could travel and cause havoc in mortals' world and non of our lives will be short-lived!" Douman grumbles while he mourns the death of his hundred and four years old mother. Mandel hovers to Douman's side and taps his shoulder. "This shall be the last demise of our kind, son. After decades of waiting, our alas has been born. She'll lead us back to the mortal world." "She better do or else she's as good as a trash!" Douman crooks and passes over his father. When he reaches the door and spots Amira, he stops and gawks at her innocent stares. He takes a deep breath before lowering his head s
Amira snarls at the condition set by Liza. There's no way she'll give up the clasp. It's Hasham's gift to her, the symbol of their interminable love. "If you can't give up that hair clasp, how do we expect you to give us 'some of your jewels' then?" Liza disparages. "If you are really rich, it shouldn't be hard to let go of such a thing, right? She hates to admit it but she gets Liza's point. She is sure her gem hunting experience in the mortal world won't be easy and she'll be needing some help from some trustworthy mortals. Torn between giving up her clasp or giving up her mission, she decides to let go of the first. Reluctant, she hands over the clasp to Liza. "Please take care of it, it's precious to me. Once I got some jewels for you, I'll get back the clasp." Liza examines the clasp made of Musgravites the moment it lands on the rind of her palm. Satisfied, she carefully wraps it with a towel before inserting it into her worn-out sling bag. "I will IF i
Sleeping sideways, Amira wakes to the two pairs of eyes boring adoration toward her newly awaken look. Facing her is Kian. His mouth curves into a smile when her eyes widen, startled by their close proximity. "Whose morning won't be in glee when your beauty is what they see," greets Kian with a smile barely leaving his face. Amira's face heats up. She rises from her sleep bed and glares at the man who's still flashing his perfectly beautiful smile. Amira's expression closes up. How did we come to that position? She asks herself. Kian sits on his butt and stretches his arms. "So, are you ready to hunt some gem in my place?" For a moment their eyes lock, reckoning what's in each other's head. Amira stands on her feet and wipes off the dry leaves that cling to her dress. "If it's worth it, then, I am. " Pleased by her answer, Kian wakes the kids and announces the next rout
Amira brushes her eyes open when from afar, metal clangs ding in her ears. The smell of rust and blood linger in her nostrils; she can't help but wonder where she is at. Out of curiosity, she reaches for the bars and scans her eyes around the dim hallway. In hopes of escaping, she joggles it but fails. "Hey, is anybody here?" she wails but her voice just echoes back."Why am I in this cage? Let me go! I don't belong here!" In the absence of response, she roams her eyes around the corners of the cell and notices the kids sleeping on the cold hard ground. She bustles her way to them and wakes them all at once. "Hey, wake up! Wake up!" she gulps but none of them opens their eyes. She listens for the heartbeat from each of their chest and when she confirms they are still alive, panic de-escalates. She rests her back on the cemented wall and thinks about what has happened, what awaits them in that cell, and if she'll ever find what s
Just as what princess Czarina orders, Amira and her companions who wake up upon being watered are dragged outside the palace. "Let go of my arms! I can walk!" Liza brawls but the guards play deaf until they are thrown at the gate of the palace. "Go on, go on! Submit your loyalty to those heartless and fake royalties!" Liza mocks and spit in disgust. "You think we like stepping in here? Huh! I'd rather live in the streets forever than stay a minute in this rotten place!" she says and grabs her friends' arms to leave. "Wait!" Amira whines. Her world gradually wheels as she scans the facade of the palace. Her head tilts and her eyes narrow. The place looks quite familiar. Right. "I had seen this place before," she asserts. "This was the one I'd seen in my dream!" Gladness and hesitation mix in her eyes. "I-I am in the right place!" Liza stifles a laugh. "No way, Amira!
The wind passes through the gaps between them, blowing the loose hair on Amira's face. She looks at Kian intently in an attempt to read what's in his mind. She needs to know what he knows. She needs to know if he is an enemy or a foe yet she can't get through his mind. He isn't dragon after all.Back in their lesson when they were little, they've been taught that humans are cunning. They despise dragons the way the ancestral dragons despise them. Yes, dragons are more stronger and more powerful than humans but why in the end, they've been defeated and thwarted by a mortal. She has to find the heart of magic and bring it back to its right place to keep the peacefulness of both realm but she has to be careful whom to trust. She has to be careful with her actions."If I am not a human, what am I then?"Silence."A witch? A vampire, a nymph or...a dragon perhaps? Who would frustratedly growl in the middle of t
"Your Highness, they are already increasing in number! We're afraid we can no longer incarcerate them and if reported incident rises even more, we might not be able to control the situation," reports General Doque to the King. Fear overtakes his almost sullen square face. His unshaven long and dark hair connects with the mustache tracing his jawlines. The King leans his back on his chair and massages the baby beards on his chin. "What do you propose to do then?" he asks in a gravely calm tone. "It's about time that we inform the public about this so they'll be vigilant and prepared to protect themselves." "Can't you think of anything better than that?" grunts the slim, middle-aged man sitting opposite the general. He is called Pyro and he is the right-hand man of the King. The King struts from his seat and goes hither thither around his private archive–the place where he convenes with his loyal and trusted apprentices. "This will o
Standing still inside the garter throne hall, Amira waits patiently 'til the ones she's waiting for arrive. The ceiling of which is covered with chandeliers whereas the front smells gold. The servants guarding her in the room arch their upper body down as the huge door behind them slides open. Thumps of feet echo inside the spacious hall as the King and the Queen of the monarchy march toward the throne. Tailing behind them are Pyro, the right-hand man, and their youngest son, prince Kian. "You may leave us here," the Queen orders, leaving five of them behind. As the huge door closes, giving them privacy, the king speaks. "My son informed me that a fine lady such as you is looking for a particular gem in our palace. Can you describe the one that belongs to you and why do you think you'll find it here?" "There maybe hundreds or thousands of jewels that vary in physical properties and va
"That Argon... I don't like him." Vanessa blurts out with a whimper. "What's his right to command all draconian to meet him? I wish Father will put him in the right place!" Vanessa continues, as she walks with Amira along the hall. They're to meet the most sovereign, Douman, in his chamber.Argon and Mandel have had a serious talk. To what it was all about, Amira has no idea. She doesn't want to meddle in their business, but her gut is sending her a warning. She fears what the dragons are going to do next. All she can hope for is for her kind to settle on the power they haveShe hasn't spoken to Argon, too. She doesn't want to speak to him but it's impossible now that they're in one kingdom. Besides, he has gotten hold of the Heart of Magic. Amira has to find ways to get it off of him. She's concerned he might use it for evil, just like what he did back when her mother was still alive. After knowing about the dreadful past from the mortal world, there's only one thing she wants to do:
"Douman, that once was a little brother of mine. Has he accepted you as his own? He didn't introduce me to you, did he?"Amira just stares at Argon; her head is partly tilted. Her mind is full of questions. The words are battling to rush out of her mouth, but they can't simply outrun one another. And so, she's left with her mouth ajar."I know you have a lot to ask. Come with me and I shall tell you everything." Argon stretches his hand to Amira but she just stares at it. Soon after, Argon senses something's gushing toward his hand. He effortlessly swings his palm and the object diverts back to the source like a rushing fireball.Within a second, they heard a rough cry, "Uh!" It's Bruce. The stone he throws bounces on him and hits the side of his stomach. Now blood is spurting extensively from it."Bruce!" Missy, Liza, and Miguel cry. They're in shock at what happened. They reach out to their friend instantly. Even with their trembling hands, they try to calm their friend and put pre
"Trifecta!"Under the pale face of the midnight moon, Amira's voice echoes all over."Trifecta! I beg you to help me! Show yourself!"The cold breeze blows her cries away. Yet again she is unable to sense a response from the creature she's summoning. The woods have been silent toward her all day. Desperate to connect with the fairy who sent her to the mortal world, her feet bring her to where she has first seen this foreign land—the seaside in the city of Lavandel. However, this, too, plays deaf at her cries."There must be another way back and I must figure it out!"Amid her desperate attempt to think of ways, she suddenly halts, taken aback by the huge shadowy figure that hovers over her. Her mouth gapes open as she watches the creature fly passed her. The night is maybe dark but her eyes miss not identifying it. It's a dragon quite huge and terrorizing, resembling the one showing up in her dreams. As she takes a minute to process what it means, squeals and screams from here and
Roasted and burnt. The smell mixes with the air and flies across the atmosphere. Amira's nose titters as the pungent smell enters through her nostrils. Her senses are awakened and before even realizing it, she finds herself standing in front of a great devastation she wouldn’t want to see. Her heart sinks seeing a town down in ashes. Roasted men scatter everywhere. Smoke evaporates from their blacked bodies. The horrifying tragedy leaves not even a single life around. Amira's heart slashes in two at the sight of a poor woman with a newborn baby on her arm. Behind the lady were three more kids, all burnt out and lifeless. She can only imagine their struggle and how they ended up that way. ‘Who could have done this?’ she asks herself. She’s unable to grasp how one can be so heartless. ‘Was it… Argon? How can he do this! Does he even have a heart?' Though in her veins, run the blood and soul of a dragon, the very same creature that created the horrible sight in front of her, she can't
A swirling web of soft tissues goes on and off until it blossoms and pushes out Amira from where she had her entrance into the Land of Infinite Desire. The curse on her mouth is gone, cleansed by the healing power of Elena's aqua. The marks of failure and defeat forms a fine line on her face. She is down in dumps having neither Hasham to run to nor the Heart of Magic to be victorious of. She is down in flames. No matter how much she wants to believe there is still hope, her emotion just won't cooperate. Meandering around, her setting down foot halts as she spots a man almost lifeless on the ground. Having no one but her in the forested heart of Vormundham, she instinctively hastens their four-meter distance. She slouches on the loose soil as she draws near him, leveling her knees with his body so she can attend to him.When she turns his head to face her, her eyes widen and her mouth drops open. She goes pale all of a sudden as if her soul absconds from her earthly body. Split lip, b
Slack sitting like a frog by the seashore, Bruce throws on a pebble that slashes over the shallow to deep jewel-blue sea. The pebble plops as it thwarts with the rippling waves, snatching the boy’s thoughts again. “There’s really something that I should be remembering but I can’t remember. It’s stuck in my head and I can’t pull it through. Grr!” grumbles the kid. “I feel you bro! But what could that memory be?” Miguel rests his elbow on Bruce’s shoulder as he puts on a thinking face. Since early morning when they rise from sleep, they’ve been trying to pull out a memory from their head but their mind seems to be playing Whac-a-Mole with them. At one point, they will spot it on but quickly it disappears. “Tss. You just probably forgot to wash your assess after defecating!” Missy bubbles while randomly picking seashells along the coastline. The two boys’ ears wiggle. They are just a few meters apart from Missy and it’s hard not to miss what she just said. When she finally realizes tha
Amira's eyes narrow, skeptical about the man who's wearing a lopsided grin across his face. He is wielding a ball of lightning from the Heart of Magic; his eyes are glued on it, glistening with great desire. "Finally, I have you back in my hands!" Amira doesn't feel good about it and in her hoarse shaky voice she asks, "What are you planning to d-" Her words are cut short when the ball of lightning hits the side of her, tearing across the grassy ground she's standing up seconds ago. She jerks back at the impact and stumbles on the ground. She glares at Kian with scrutinizing eyes, brows snap together. She can hardly believe what he just did. "Did you just try to kill me?" Kian throws him a once-over look. "Hmm... If that's what you think it is." There is no single sign of regret on his face and it triggers Amira's emotion. "Give me back the Heart of Magic!" she demands as she stands on her feet, but Kian just turns his back like he has not heard her say anything. Lifting the Gem up
The cold breeze of fresh nature blows past Amira and slips through the hem of her dirty-red knee-length dress. The soft touch of passing wind on her skin snatches her out of her reminiscence. Her heart is broken, shattered in pieces after knowing her lover is already tied with another woman. She may have gotten the Heart of Magic but completing her mission will mean not much to her now that she can't go back to be with Hasham.A bitter-sweet smile crosses her face. She holds her head up, fighting back tears from falling. Then she feels someone's hand on her shoulder. "Your mission is almost over. What's the next thing you'll do now?" She throws him a sly smile. Though her motivation has run dry, she is still willing to finish what she has started. Perhaps after this mission, she will live a life in the mortal world until her heart recovers from the pain and until she becomes ready to face her kind."I am going to leave the Heart of Magic to where it originally belongs; to where it wi
Just as the door flings open, what seems like a strong gravitational force pulls Amira back into where the Seraph of the Heart of Magic is. Her eyes scan the place, processing the changes in her surroundings. "Alianah..." she mutters to herself and gawks at the Seraph for answer. "My sister, s–she is—" Amira cuts her words when her chest throbs erratically; her hands feel for the growing pain that's ripping the inside of her. Her chest rises and her breathes fall. Just as she's trying to contain the abnormalities in her body, the band on the Seraph's wrist lights up and gradually melts into thin air, snatching Amira's attention. The Seraph's skin tingles and her eyes sparkles. The wristlet signifying the curse and nullifying her power is gone and it only means one thing. "The hex is broken. You made it, Amira! You have broken the hex!" Happiness should be swirling around her face by now but she can't take it in her heart to celebrate thinking that it took two lives for her to su