The heat is infiltrating the skin of the woman lying unconscious by the shore. The rays of the morning sun are causing the few scales on her exposed lower arm to glitter. Birds continue to chirp and disturb the sleepy state of the lady, whereas the sea behaves calmly. A group of curious kids spots her from a distance and scampers to check if she's still alive. They exhange words of supposition and hunts over the matter until their chatter causes to awaken Amira.With a heavy head, she sits on her butt and brushes the traces of sleepiness away. As she opens her eyes, she is shocked to wake at a completely new world. The mountains high and low she used to adore in every rim of their realm are gone, at least from the point where she is at. The smell, the atmosphere, and the vibe, all are distinct from what she has used to. Structures line up a distance from the grand oceanfrontShe stands on her feet and examines the place foreign to her sight. "So, this is the mortal world," she mumbles
She stands stiff as the stranger approaches closer and hands her the hair clasp. His saucy smell taunts her nostrils. She can't help but notice his pointed nose that perfectly complements his thin, reddish lips. "I believe this is yours," attests the stranger. His sterling grey eyes meet her pure hazel eyes. He too stops to adore the lovely face of the lady in front of him. "Ahm, y-yes!" Amira says and reaches for her belonging, but the guy hides them behind his back. "Aisst. May I know your name first, miss beautiful?" With hopeful eyes, he flashes a long smile. "Amira, I am Amira." She gently lowers her head and touches her chest as she introduces herself. "Amira. Hmm, it suits a princess-like lady like you. I am Kian by the way. He grabs her hand for a kiss but she quickly stifles her hand making him conclude she isn't com
The cold brush of the wind welcomes them as they reach the mountainous area of the city of Lavandel. Amira watches the kids as they cup some water from the stream before slaughtering on the grassy ground. The feels of the mountains bring her back to her home in Hauraya. She closes her eyes to feel the movement of the trees and the soft touches of the wind on her face. Kian can't help but steal glances at her. "What are the royal guards doing in the city? Are they with a member of the royal family?" Miguel's question brings Amira and Kian's attention to him. The mere mention of 'royal' piques Amira's interest. To her mind, 'so there's also royalty in this realm.' She knows a little about humans, but unlike what she's seeing from them, she hears differently from her father. Her known father, Douman, used to tell her that humans are useless being and they are created to serve and make dragons more powerful. Her aba Mandel says the oppos
While the kids are trying to lighten the mood, heavy thuds muffle in Amira's ear. She shifts in all directions to track the source. From the hasty movements of feet, she estimates they are being surrounded. She can't recognize if the group are threats for, judging by the aura, they aren't draconian. "There's a bunch of strangers coming our way," she announces. "Ha?" whimpers the kids. Amira looks at Kian who becomes alarmed all of a sudden. He gawks from a distance and spots a group of armed men swiftly maneuvering in their direction. "We need to get away here," he says. But before they can go any farther they've been stopped by a gang of men and women in black suits. "Oh, men! What have we done?" Miguel cries. "Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. We believe that's a path you're blocking! Let us get away first before you rumble." Br
"Amira," calls the enchanted voice. 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
"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