"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

"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

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

Amira stabilizes her balance as she is pushed into another world. A world that knows no hues. Where frozen nebulas hang just meters above the head and lonely clouds bow to kiss the ground. The longer she keeps an eye at her surrounding the clearer things appear. Lighter particles forming images of static men –some of them familiar to her – and various creatures loom out of ashen space. And there at a distance sits a beauty so ethereal yet lonely. Wearing glitters in her eyes when she spots what she is there for, she slid out of her stance, feeling the warmth of defusing clouds on her feet as she closes their distance. "I found you!""Well done, Amira!""Come with me now and I will take you out of here," she says and clasps the Seraph's wrist but as she does so a stream of strong electric charge flows through her veins making her slink her hold. Her eyes bulge, asking for answer.The Seraph glances from where Amira's hand touches her. The bracelet scorging heat on her wrist. "You see,

Just as the door flings open, what seems like a strong gravitational force pulls Amira back into where the Seraph of the Heart of Magic is. Her eyes scan the place, processing the changes in her surroundings. "Alianah..." she mutters to herself and gawks at the Seraph for answer. "My sister, s–she is—" Amira cuts her words when her chest throbs erratically; her hands feel for the growing pain that's ripping the inside of her. Her chest rises and her breathes fall. Just as she's trying to contain the abnormalities in her body, the band on the Seraph's wrist lights up and gradually melts into thin air, snatching Amira's attention. The Seraph's skin tingles and her eyes sparkles. The wristlet signifying the curse and nullifying her power is gone and it only means one thing. "The hex is broken. You made it, Amira! You have broken the hex!" Happiness should be swirling around her face by now but she can't take it in her heart to celebrate thinking that it took two lives for her to su