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
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.
Raisel had planned to have a normal uneventful day when she stepped out that morning. However, she highly doubted that being strapped to a pillory while some certain deranged Prince alongside his arrogant friends threw spoilt fruits and vegetables at you was normal. Even if normal was very subjective and to each his distinctive definition. This was very far from normal, She sighed audibly, it had started like every normal day would. She had eaten a quiet breakfast with her mother as it was their habit these days and she had set out headed for the castle. She was a welcome visitor as a result of her father’s affinity with the Royal family. She chatted a little with the maids in the courtyard, and on her way out, the Queen mother of Avalon, Queen Solandis had sent for her. She needed help with getting ready and Raisel was happy to help. “Thank you very much Raisel”, Queen Solandis said, “It’s so kind of you to help” “It was my pleasure, your majesty”, Raisel replied with a small bow.
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
Raisel could not find any inn that had space for her and her horse for a few coins. So she slept in an old farmer's stable with Fury and a couple of other horses. She slowly opened her eyes to see Fury and the other horses peering down at her, she fluttered her eyes for a while before she looked down at her hand to see she was snuggling the stranger's cloak, she threw it away quickly. Fury neighed loudly. “Don’t judge me, Fury…”. She got up and washed off from a pail of water. She thanked the owner and gave him a few coins before she left. He thanked her and asked her to stop by when next she wanted. She travelled through the city on fury, Molvania was the kingdom that had the largest library and if she needed any clues as to what she was looking for then she needed to visit the library. She got down from her horse and tied him to a post, she patted him on the side, “Do take care Fury, I’ll only be a while”, she hugged him for a long while. She got inside and moved to the attenda
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
“You know it still surprises me that we are going together on this trip or adventure or search or whatever this is”, Dragomir said, he unsheathed his sword and swiftly cut down a branch in their path. Raisel turned to look at him, “Beats me too” “I’ve never really understood your desire to go in search of the heart of magic, it’s been lost for years now. Even the most skilled warriors have returned fruitless. What makes you think you can find it” Raisel rolled her eyes, “I could ask you the same question." Dragomir raised his hands. “Oh come on! Let’s communicate, if we are going to work together we need to talk about everything.” Raisel thought about it for a while. “Honestly I do not know, I’ve always felt drawn to it after my father returned from his search...", she paused, "I guess it was because he was drawn to it, it was all he talked about, after his death, I felt this pull to also go in search for it..." she looked at him. "I know it doesn't make sense..."“I see”, Dragomi
“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
Raisel watched as his chest heaved as he deeply slept. One of his hands was behind his head. His hair was overgrown and a few locks were drooping just over his eyes. She carefully pushed it backwards. It fell forward, she moved it again. This continued for a while. He stirred in his sleep but he did not wake up. She loved watching him sleep but they had a long journey ahead of them and they needed to leave immediately. She pushed him slightly then shouted into his ears, “How do we find a dragon?” He got up abruptly with a start, “What? What do you mean?” She rested her chin on her arm and peered closely at him, for some reason she didn’t understand he seemed pretty haunted, “There’s a lot of questions that need to be asked. Where do we find a dragon?, How do we know it’s a dragon? What if they don’t even want to be found at all?” He sat up and relaxed, “Someone seems to be very excited this morning” She smiled at him and played with the trinket on her neck, it was her heart-shaped