All Chapters of A DRAGON TALE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Raisel woke up early the next morning and grabbed her sword. It was the first her father made for her, they had used it for practice with him countless times. She grabbed some necessary supplies into a sling bag. She tied her ebony black hair into a ponytail. She put on a flannel top and leather pants and tucked her sword into its sheath on her waist. She made a quick stop at her mother’s room, she was sound asleep. She stared at her, pain overwhelmed her. She wanted to call out to her and run to her and snuggle her. She couldn’t bear the thought of her mother in any kind of pain or distress. More than anything she couldn’t bear the thought that she was the cause of the pain. However something else called out to her, a stronger purpose, it was very potent. It clawed at her insides. It wanted to be found. It was like a beacon of light, that she needed to get to so bad and fast. There was more to her life than attending to the royal family’s needs or enduring the excesses of the overb

Marcella picked up one of Raisel's dresses and sniffed it before bursting into a fresh bout of uncontrollable tears. It had become her habit since she woke up that morning to find out Raisel wasn’t in bed, not only that, but she had also left Avalon. She couldn’t say she hadn’t seen it coming. Raisel had always been stubborn and done as she pleased. This one time, however, Marcella had hoped she would listen and forget all about the heart of magic but once again she was wrong. It was all her husband Ryker talked about. He had wanted to find it so badly. Sometimes he would be out for days before he returned, empty-handed. At that time she had played it down as nothing. One faithful day he had given Raisel the ruby he wore on his neck and she too had grown curious overnight. They would both stay all night talking about the heart of magic like it was all that mattered. Afterwards, he went in search one more time and that was the last time she saw him alive. They had stayed months withou

“If we are in search of something that is missing, no one knows what it looks like, where it was found. It’s origin…”, Dragomir trailed off, “What is the first step we have to take?” “There has to be someone that knows something, someone still alive you know?”, Raisel asked. “Not just anyone. A wise person who knows something that is not written in the book” Her eyes widened. “Yesss" Dragomir smiled, “Of course, lucky for us we are in Mercia. The wisest man to ever live happens to live in this quiet city” “That’s great to know”, Raisel smiled, “When do we go to meet him?” “Immediately. He is a very busy person. We can’t stay in this city any longer, we can be caught out any time soon”, Dragomir answered. Soon they set out. Dragomir glanced at her, “You’re not going to faint now are you?” She glared at him, “The corset is just fine” “Good” They walked into the large cottage and were offered seats to wait out. The lady attendant came back with two cups and a jug containing tea

“Trent you'll gather a few soldiers and get ready to leave at first daylight”, Aldrich barked out orders, he walked the length of the large castle, his hands behind his back. His red robe trailed behind him. He stopped at one of the large castle windows and looked out, he didn’t want to be a part of any of this as much as possible he wanted to steer clear but Nikolas was right, if the heart of magic fell into the wrong hands it would be trouble for everyone. He studied his reflection in the mirror, his greying hair and saggy eyes were just a few of the indications that he had not slept in a while. He turned around, “I need you to find the heart of magic and bring it back to me before anyone gets to it” “That’s impossible my king”, Trent replied a look of incredulity on his face, “It has been missing for…” “Blah blah blah and all the unnecessary bullshit”, King Aldrich interrupted, he walked close to Trent and stopped just short of an inch from him, “I gave an order that I believe i

Raisel couldn’t figure out what exactly Dragomir had told the lady but they were inside her little cottage and she had served them bread. Raisel slowly pulled off Dragomir’s shirt, she soaked a clean washcloth in water and wiped his wounds. She flinched any time she touched the bruises, however, he didn’t react. “I’m sorry for hurting you”, the lady apologized over and over again. “It is fine, I understand you were only protecting your son. You have been victimized for years now”, Dragomir replied to her for the umpteenth time. Raisel reached for his injury and applied an ointment to it. The ointment tended to burn a little, so she cringed when she rubbed it on… He took her hand in his, which caused her to look up at him, “I am fine Raisel it doesn’t hurt that much” She nodded in response. The lady set a bowl of water before them, “I am sorry I can not offer you anything tangible as to the former or recent location of the heart of magic”, she paused first and searched their face