"Our days of forbearance are already numbered. It won't be long 'til we can live lavishly. Cesham will rain golds and gems over us and we will take dominion over everyone else!" The stout man, named Doji, can't help but snigger as he states his dreams ambitiously. "I will eagerly return the favor to those who treat me badly when I was still a homeless man!" The scorn is his eyes speak how much he despises his unfortunate past. Caledon, the man with a slice mark on his face smirks while listening half-attentively. His head is tilt up high, he continues to wear the smirk on his face as he rides on his horse. He too has his ambition and things are just paving the way for the success of his plan. When he claims the credit for holding the prince and his companion captive, he knows right then his dreams are almost at reach.Their army, together with Amira and Kian, embark on a journey to Vormundham. They are already nearing the border and they can smell victor
"You swore to let us live once we tell you how to get the power from the Heart of Magic!" Amira protests, reminding the Cesham of their agreement to release them when they get what they want. She trusts him to keep his promise for she has lived a life knowing draconians are bound to abide by their words. Now she remembers her mentor in Hauraya telling them of how cunning mortals can be.The head of the thugs opens his palm and shows Amira the piece of the Heart of Magic. "How come it didn't lead to where its power source you say should be, hmm? Did you just make a fool on me, lady?""She's telling the truth! She told you the testimonial of my late grandfather; he was a friend of the late Keeper and we believed him!" Kian defends Amira on that note but wonders why the Heart of Magic didn't work.Amira is tilting her head quizzically, thinking what possible reason there is for the Cesham's failure in not being lead to the home of the Heart of Magic."
Nothing is more lonesome than realizing you're alone in an immeasurably vast space of darkness and solitary. Confusion is clouding Amira's head, barely understanding what she's doing in here and why the portal lead her to this place. 'Could this be the land of infinite desire? No– this can't be! Am I in a dream again?' Such thoughts runs through her head. A complex creak suddenly echoes within the dark abyss making her jerk around. Her world suddenly stops revolving when she comes face to face with a familiar man, looking and smiling eagerly at her. She just stands there, words are strangled on her throat. Her heart is flattered with joy and longing; her eyes are brimming with tears that are about to fall. "Hasham," she utters with sheer joy. She moves ahead, wanting to feel his warmth around her body yet when she's inches close, he coldly turns his back on her and wend his way. "H-asham!" she calls her lover's name but the latter seems to not hear anything. Her heart stops as she
"Do you mean a sacrifice is needed to bring back the power within the heart of magic?" she clarifies. "B-but who should-"The fairy cuts her words once again. "Blood of the same blood. Desire of the same desire. Without it, I shall but forever lived without a keeper, without a home. Your blood shall wash away the curse and if you keep yourself alive, you shall succeed in having me. But first, you should prove yourself worthy of holding the great power within your hands. I want not to be used to bring destruction into the world and if you can break the hex before anyone else does, you shall have full control over me."Unaware of what her mother did to lock her dragon form through the power of the Heart of Magic, she questions, "What hex should I break free from... and h–ow do I do that?""Escape in this abyss and desire in your heart to find the Fountain of knowledge. There you shall meet the bearer of all things true. In your endeavor, remember to always carry with you your desire t
"Unless, I trade another life for my desire."Amira sympathizes with the woman, she understands where her motivation is rooting from. The mistress's condition is far too unreachable especially for the woman who's left without a companion, without an assurance of ever getting back her baby alive. A few more talks and she is able to win her trust. She swears that she'll do everything she can to reclaim the baby. The poor woman then tells her the way to meet the mistress is by summoning her by the name... Bethaida.The atmosphere changes the moment Amira calls out the mistress' name. The next thing that attracts her eyes is a mega limbless creature crawling to her direction. Her jaw gapes open as she looks up at the serpent that halts and flexes its huge, crimson body right in front of her. It's way different from all the creatures she has ever seen in her realm. Judging by its size, it's comparably fit to combat the strength and weight of an average dragon in their realm."Pungent sme
"Kian," the word flees her mouth right before her fingertip connects with Bethaida's."You promised to help me get my baby back!" the poor woman flashes a side of her, trying to overpower the mistress's control over her body. Her voice pulls Amira out of her automatic subconscious mind and back into reality, into her conscious awareness. Then, the seraph's words echo in her head. "Remember to always carry with you your desire to succeed in your purpose. It's the only way to keep the peace in the world and for the dark past not to ripple its effect in the present times. May your mother's mission be engraved in your heart and in your memory as long as you live."Eyes shut. Heart beating erratically. Second thought is swirling through her system. No matter how strong her desire to be with her lover again, she can't take it in her conscience to end her conquest now let alone leave Kian and the woman whom she makes a promise with behind. Something greater lies on her shoulder, she can't
Wasting no time, she ladders up to the serpent's head, choking it by its thick neck. As the serpent wiggles and glides through and through, her grasp tightens, weighing its neck upward and charging her full thew so it follows the direction she's leading it to. Rising up in the air and releasing her hold, Amira delivers a kick onto the serpent's neck. Her leg could have been cut half by now if only her defenses is weak. She steers clear of the small scratch she gets on her leg. It's nothing fatal she believes. As she lands her foot on the surface of the abyss, the serpent sways toward her, mouth open and growling like a mad dog. Amira, though, is quick to dive in the air and throw herself up by hitting the serpent once more. Fallen and bruised, the reptile disappears and transport back to its original body. As her eyes searches for where her companion is, she spots him in the most unfortunate situation, squirming while struggling to breathe. The serpent is coiling its thick, limbl
The first morning light hits the lump of mist clouding the steady evergreen trees. A large white-headed eagle flies freely over and opposite the direction of the flowing stream of fresh water before resting on the surface of a shaft that sinks into the ground. It crows, disturbing the stillness of water beneath the well. The crystal clear water gurgles and whoosh scaring the eagle away.At a distance lies two creatures half awake. The soft brushes of the wind and silliness of tiny brown four-legged creatures running through and over their body awaken Amira. The heaviness on her head crunch her as she sits on her butt, her head tilts to her side and her eyes shut close as they adjust on the light that welcomes them.When she opens her eyes again, she finds Kian lying beside him. She rattles in checking if he's alive. He still has pulse but slow and his fever is rising up. Then two cute tiny creatures with a squirrel-like appearance appear before her, each carrying a leaf on its three-f