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, then she heard it again. She got up with a start, it was still slightly dark but there was a horse 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 with
As Raisel rode through the all too familiar streets, it hit her again, how could she forget?. This was home, home where she and lived with her parents. Where she had made her first mistakes as a child, gotten her first scolding and had 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 business. There were no dragons in all the wonderful colors you can imagine, in the most beautiful patterns, Avalon was more dull bereft of loud colors of any kind. Heavens forbid that you we
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 had left him dead drunk through out 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, not long after there was a short knock on the door, “Come on in” “Good morning Lord Votigern”, a lady 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?” <
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 gli
Allerick rode into Avalon, the royal guards besides 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, 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
They slowly rode into the deserted streets of Deleria. They stayed quietly 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 who has lost it’s 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 beaten down houses that humans used.“Do you think our chpice of clothing has chased them inside?”He thought about it only for a while, “Yes they live in fear. Two people in leather