Upon spotting a sword, Amira quickly jumps up the tree to get it, but her thigh is hit by a male draconian's foot, causing her to fall harshly on the ground.
"Is that all you can do?" the class B draconian mocks as he stands by the twig of the tree.
"Of course not," she responds and shakes the robust tree with her strong thrust, causing the threat to lose his balance and fall on the ground. But he's quick to prepare for a falling position, hence it doesn't twitch him that much.
Regardless, Amira takes advantage of her frail attack and quickly jumps to grab the shield. As she successfully gets the sword and lands on her foot, the hindrance blocks him and says, "It won't be that easy, princess."
"Sure," she responds and kick-fights him. He is strong and hard to put down, but Amira is trained by her legendary aba to win in such cases. She ends the fight by hitting his knee pit and trapping him on the ground with her straight double-edge sword.
She spots dragons flying in the north direction. Her time in the woods is almost over and she must immediately head to the battlefield.
While on her way, a crackling sound from one of the centennial trees halts her. She watches her surroundings and feels for any sign of threat.
"Amira," someone whispers her name enchantingly. She holds her steps and points her sword to where she thinks the voice comes from.
"Who are you? Reveal yourself!" she orders and all of a sudden, a tree maiden sprouts from the huge, old tree on her side. It startles her.
"You called my name. What's your intention?"
"Amira, I am Trifekta the protector of the wilderness," she introduces herself while floating in the air; autumn leaves are orbiting around her. "Your destiny is about to hunt you. You must stay alive to fulfill it."
Her forehead crooks and her eyes narrow. "I—I don't know what you are talking about. Now isn't the time to listen to what you have to say!" Amira scampers away, but to her shock, the wood maiden appears in front of her.
The fairy whispers, "The future of the two realms depends on you. You must right the wrong before the havoc becomes inevitable."
Her forehead crinkles at the words she hears, but when she decides to ask, the tree maiden suddenly disappears.
"What do you mean?" her voice is left echoing in the air.
"Come back before the shepherd of the night show three phases at once. I'll tell you what I know."
The blow of the horn fickles her focus to come back. Her sister has reached the battlefield yet she's still stuck in the woods. She collects her strength and quickly scampers to the field where everyone awaits. The wood fairy's word lingers in her ears, she knows it has something to do with the moon.
As Amira steps on the wide-open rectangular field, the sea breeze from below the valley touches her face. She closes her eyes and feels the blessing of the sea.
Alianah, eager to start the fight, moves to the center and hits her shield with the long, sharp sword in her hand.
"The time has come to show your true strength. You'll start the fight with physical combat. Once alpha Douman raises the gold flag, you may shift and finish your opponent with your dragon form. Bloodshed is not forbidden. In this battle, you may choose to either win or die."
"Knock her before she can transform into her dragon form," is Hasham's prayer for his precious Amira.
"I will, Hasham. I will."
The horn is blowned and once it stops, the fight shall begin.
Amira closes her eyes and collects all the energy she can get. She can feel the tossing waves just below the battlefield and the air resistance of the observing dragons flying opposite it.
Alianah holds her sword and shield tightly, she's ready to attack any moment now, while Amira stays calm in her position.
Alpha Douman of gold dragons keeps his stance upright. He is concerned about Amira who can't transform yet, but he wishes her daughter Alianah to win."
As soon as the signal is given, Alianah attacks her sister, but to everyone's surprise, Amira quickly dodges and kicks her from behind.
Everyone is at the edge of their seats, questioning how quick Amira's movement is.
Alianah stands from the ground, she didn't expect her sibling to possess such speed. They have been bullying her for being so frail and not being able to shift, she now doubts if it is really Amira she's fighting with.
"How does it feel to fall on the ground?" Amira asks.
"That's just a lucky move, but I am not starting yet," Alianah arrogantly answers.
For a moment, they stand still in their position, trying to calculate each other. One wink and Alianah appears in front of her sister hitting her face with her elbow, but Amira is quick to spat it with her right forearm and hit Alianah's stomach with the holder of her sword.
Alianah suddenly becomes frustrated at the unexpected fight her sister is giving her.
"How come you become skilled all of a sudden?" she asks her sister.
"For while you boast about your vigor and pull me down with my weakness, I swore for this day to come that I get to show everyone how I can tear apart the princess they adore so much."
Alianah let out a sardonic laugh and says, "What a dream, my dear sister! That's one good laugh you have let me throw." She grimaces, "Let's see how much power you have stored in you."
She mocks and immediately strikes her sister with her sword. Amira manages to cope with and dodge Alianah's movement without being hit nor scratched.
"That's right, Amira! Focus on the target. Don't let the distractions stop you."
"Hit it and don't fret. When it's time for war, emotions must not take over."
"Feel the vibration to sense the movement of your opponent!"
Her aba Mandel's instructions linger in her ears and the scenes of their midnight training flashback in her memories.
"While you still can't shift, you have to be physically strong. Your combat attacks must be polished and your sharp senses must be developed. Knock your foe while they're not of advantage yet."
Amira gets tired of her sister's attacks hence she decides to dominate. She follows exactly what her aba Mandel has trained her for and succeeds by hitting Alianah on her torso, causing her to fall on her knees. She points the sword at her sister's neck and calls her to retreat.
Hasham rejoices from the crowd, he can't stop but be glad at her girlfriend's bravery and strength.
"Well done, princess Amira. Now, take the life out of me just like how your mother viciously takes the power out of our species' custody."
Amira takes a step back. "M-my mother, you know her?" Never has she heard information about the one who conceived her except that she's dead. She is curious as to who her mother is and how her mother dies, but she has never gotten an answer from her father, not even from her aba Mandel, nor anyone. Now that she's hearing it from her step sister, it makes her longed for her mother.
"Uh-huh!" Alianah nudges and slowly stands up from her feet. "She's no other than the traitor Wenoah who stupidly assisted a mortal to steal the gem of power from the dragons."
Amira is taken aback by what she hears, but she makes sure to hold firmly onto her sword.
Alianah fearlessly approaches closer and whispers on her ears. "Most dragons may be unaware, but her traitorous act will cause the entire draconian to hate you, once the long-kept secret is revealed."
"My mother is a traitor..." she utters. 'No, she's not! Alianah has no right to stain the name of my mother!' She marks it on her head.
Anger fires up in Amira's eyes. She can't simply accept such lies. "What a wonderful tale, my sister, but I won't believe it. Not if it comes from your mouth!" she growls and hits Aliana with her sword. But Alianah successfully neutralizes her action by grabbing her sister's wrist.
"I won't insist if you don't want to believe me. What's important is..." she smirks and forcefully pushes Amira away. "I buy enough time to win this fight."
"Amira, knock her! Now!" Hearing Hasham's word in her head, she quickly eyes her father who is swaying the flag in the air. Her chance is over, Alianah can now transform to her dragon form. She panics as she diverts her gaze back to her sister, she has already begun transforming into the dragon she is. With so much energy and friction, Amira fails to attack any longer. Everyone gawks at the huge gold dragon in front of them. She's by far one of the fascinating female dragons they have ever seen. Her scales are illuminated by the sun's rays and her roar causes everyone to hold tightly in their seats. Her pointed spikes, huge body, and long tail are but a threat to the vulnerable and unable to shift princess. Amira pulls back, knowing that she can't defeat a dragon as huge as her sister. Someone from the crowd growls and demands, "What are you waiting for, princess Amira? Show us your dragon form!" She just stands there, stiff and still. She does everything she can to unleash the dr
"Forgive me for disturbing your rest, princess Amira, your father has called you for dinner!" A lady of fine-tuning, wearing a nature cotton clothe that stretches to her ankle, appears from Amira’s door. She lifts her upper body and the attendant dashes to assist her. "Thank you, Diana," Amira utters. Diana curls her fist and places it on her chest lowering her head in acquiescence. "Is everyone already in the hall?" she asks. "Everyone is, princess, except you and princess Alianah." "She's not awake yet, is she?" "Not yet, princess." She releases a deep sigh and ponders on what she has done to her sister. Guilt is squeezing her heart yet the damage has already been done and she can only wish for her sister to get better soon. Sigh. She trots to the wardrobe to check for a dress. She changes into her blue Celtic gown with broad bordure and long chiffon sleeves. Diana ironed the back of her dress a
Chaos. Destruction. Havoc. The smells and sight are evident as people scream and cry their fears. The houses are burning and spreading faster. The shadows of the dark, monstrous flying beasts burning the humans alive and the scared faces of children running for their lives huddles the woman's sight. She's just standing there, shaking and trembling.A guy snatches her hand and drags her away. He is tall with a symmetrical body, but his figure is obscured by the darkness of the night. She can't recognize him yet she let him pull her into running, until a huge, dark, monstrous dragon lands in front of them. He hides her behind him but he is easily wiped out by the long, reptilian tail of the frightening dragon."Give me the heart of magic," it orders. Its voice is rough, deep, and dominating. "Give me!"Amira catches her breath as she wakes from her bad dream. She is panting and trembling with every flash of the monster she saw in her dream.She manages to pull herself up and figures that
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