ÎN CRESTERE ÎN GLORIA SA DE ODINIOARÃ That was what was written on the tablet from Camp Gigant’. Raisel read it over and over again, “None of this makes sense”. She went over it one more time, “I can’t believe this was what we stayed back for at Camp Gigant’ and almost got crushed by giants for”. “Let me see”, Dragomir took it from her hand, “I don’t know but I felt a pull to it like it was important to our quest. Just like how you feel with the stone calling out to you" Raisel nodded, “I understand but how do we decrypt this?” “This is some kind of language…let me see”, Dragomir sat on the floor and studied closely. They were still in the woods. After a while he spoke, “This is Romanian, just like Gigant”, he explained, “Rising… Raisel scribbled. “Rising to….it’s…former…reign? glory, yes glory”, he finished, “Rising to its former glory” “You speak Romanian?”, she asked, “Are you sure?” He rolled his eyes, “No I do not. Maybe you can decrypt it?" “Okay okay whatever!", she r
They rode into a small village that was surprisingly empty, void of people and activities. When they were deep into the village they began to hear noise from a distance. It was dusk by the time they arrived. They rode for a while before they spotted a few people tending to one thing or the other. When they rode further into the city, the noise increased and they were able to pinpoint its origin, there was a large gathering of people in a large circle, what was causing the noise and excitement amongst the people was still a mystery because of the people obstructing their view. Dragomir glanced at Raisel from where she sat behind him on the horse and the look on her face was all he needed to go on with his plan. He got down from the horse and helped her down too. He led the horse and tied it to a tree around a corner, the grass was green in the area so the horse started eating almost immediately. Then together, their hands entwined like they had not just argued not too long ago, they
Dragomir watched her disappear underneath the water and when she popped back up, it was a heavenly sight, her long black hair was matted to her face, her lips, even more, rosier than it usually was, it slightly quivered as a result of the cold water, her blue eyes underneath the moonlight was like gazing at the clouds on a beautiful sunny day. The white dress she wore clung tightly to her, revealing every crevice of her body. He wanted to trace patterns with his fingers, it was crazy but his attraction to this woman was undeniable. He knew he wasn’t supposed to stray or look at her like that, but he couldn’t help it. He was thankful for the fact that he was in the water and not watching her from the outside, else his arousal would have been evident for her to see. She seemed to not have noticed his intent stare or she was doing a good job at concealing it. She was perfect in more ways than he could imagine. It was wrong, she was human, he was a dragon king, and much was expected of h
She jumped and spun around startled at the sudden intrusion disrupting her quiet reverie. “I’m so sorry for startling you”, Queen Solandis apologized. Marcella smiled warmly, “You do not have to apologize Queen So…” “Oh quit with the Queen this and that. It is Solandis to you Marcella”, Queen Solandis cut her off. Queen Solandis stood erect, in her all-white attire and silvery grey hair, she didn’t wear a crown, the only piece of jewellery was a small padlock pendant hanging off a gold chain. She looked very much like a ghost, the only thing missing was a night sky. She was flagged on two sides by two royal guards. She spoke again, “I know I look like a demon from the depths of Hades or like a ghost as some people would prefer…”, she smiled slyly, “I have good cause to look like this however, but what reason do you have Marcella? You do not look fine to me” Marcella dropped the axe in her hand… “What are you boys doing just standing behind me like a passive statue”, Solandis sco
Raisel had noticed his sour mood since he woke from sleep, he couldn’t fathom what the problem might be. He was lost in thoughts and it was clear. She had asked a couple of times but he had played it off. “Dragomir would you please tell me exactly what’s wrong”, She asked. He began to say something but she cut him off, “And no….don’t tell me it’s nothing because it does not look like nothing” “Raisel I just want to find the stone as soo…” “Is that not what we have always wanted?”, she interjected, “Is that not the reason why we both set out on this journey in the first place? Why we have travelled through countless kingdoms and survived numerous trials. We want the same…” “I know that Raisel, I just want to find this immediately…” “Where did this newfound seriousness sprout from?”, she asked. He shook his head, “You see it right?, It is crystal clear that we haven’t been putting so much work into this…” “How dare you say that! How many times have we nearly been killed trying to
It was raining with reckless abandon when they finally regained consciousness. Their eyes slowly adjusted to the room and their brains did a quick flashback to remind them of where they were. Raisel tried to move but she realized she was in bounds, she looked and saw that Dragomir was also in bounds. There were chained to a wall, their hands apart above their heads, their feet bound together... Then they saw her unstacking pots, she turned around and flashed a quirky smile at them, “You are awake!”, she paced about, “You just had one of my speciality, a sleep serum”, she said in an innocent tone of voice, “It is supposed to knock you out for a very long time…”, she added. Raisel turned to look for a window, “How long have we been here?”, she asked in a strained voice. Crystal turned back to the large pot, that before their entrance was not in the room, she set it on a stack of wood, “Two nights” “What?”, Dragomir shouted in alarm. He struggled against the bounds. Crystal nodded vi
Raisel looked at her in puzzlement. She leaned into her, “You are human…”, her scaly coarse fingers caressed her face, Raisel moved her away, her hands were coarse against her skin. She could see her scrawny ghost-like fingers up close, dirt from ages ago lodged in her hard and long nails, “What is it about you?”, her voice was hoarse with a slight hiss to it. She smoothened Raisel’s hair backwards repeatedly. Raisel leaned backwards desperately trying to her away from her grasp. Meanwhile, Dragomir's hawk-like eyes never left her. He looked on, panic clear in his eyes. “Nothing?” Isolde leaned in closer towards Raisel and squinted her eyes curiously, “It is impossible, you can’t wield the stone and not be some supernatural creature of some sort”, she suddenly turned to look at Dragomir, "Maybe you know something?" She stood erect and walked towards Dragomir, confusion still etched on her features, “Our Dragon prince, dare I say king? Too bad that will not be a reality now would it?
She charged towards Raisel livid with anger…. “It hurts to feel unworthy”, Dragomir interjected turning her attention away from Raisel, “The need to run away. Every witch has a coven, I don’t see yours so I am guessing you left it…” “I left of my own accord!”, she barked, “I am a solo witch” “Oh cut the crap witchy lady, everyone needs to have a sense of belonging, somewhere they can call home, somewhere where they are loved and accepted except of course you were not…” “Arrghhh!”, she screamed and moved her hand towards Raisel and a power surge hit her with a full force, strong enough to shatter the chains. Raisel hit her head against the wall and hit the floor with a thud. “Raisel!, Raisel!”, Dragomir called out to her frantically, tears clouding his vision. “You can not project your fears unto me dragon! Those are your feelings, not mine, you know it deep within you”, she said aloud in a voice that was a male’s, “You think you are unfit to be king, you think you are unfit to be