Ora’s POV
King Augustine had already made all the preparations. A twelve-point star had been laid on the floor using candles. Each of the points boasted a large crystal mounted on small golden pillars. All the other necessary ingredients were arranged with precision, the blood flower, snow crystals, jade flakes, and the blood of seven different mortals.Sensing my gaze on the goblets, King Augustine explained, “Don’t worry, we just raided a blood bank. Nobody was harmed.”I gave him a curt nod and continued to assess all the items. King Augustine seemed to have a deeper understanding of magical objects than most witches; everything was arranged with such precision that there was no chance of error at all.Even so, this ritual was very risky, I had to sit in the center with the blood pearl crystal in my hand. That was the only crystal that couldn’t be kept on a golden pillar. Its power could be channeled only through a human body.Sandy’s POVIt’s been a fortnight since Ora performed the ritual and she had yet to wake up. I waited in anticipation for the healer to finish checking her. King Augustine had sent the best Royal healer to check on Ora.“Did you find out what is wrong with her? Did you find anything at all?”“I am sorry, Master Sandy. There is nothing wrong with Ora; her pulse, heart rate, brain impulses; everything seems pretty normal.”“Why in the world isn’t she waking up?”“It is because of the ritual she performed,” King Augustine said as he stepped inside the room. I knew I should have turned around and greeted him but I just wasn’t in my element. He didn’t seem to mind either. He beckoned the healer to leave and sat down on the empty chair.With a defeated sigh, I sat on the edge of the bed facing him, “If you knew that the ritual was so dangerous, why did you lie to me? I…
Ora’s POVSeven years laterI was drowning in a sea of darkness. There was nothing but a sense of a deep, dense void. Who was I? What was I doing here? Why couldn’t I remember anything?My entire body felt so sore and limp; my bones and muscles seemed like they were made of limestone forbidding any kind of movement. I couldn’t even feel myself breathing.“Good morning, love,” A deep, velvety voice caressed my ears.“I know you were hurt by the words I said to King Augustine. I should have never said that I didn’t love you…..”A flicker of light pierced through the darkness, scattering it. From the deepest recess of my mind, I recalled something. I recognized this voice. But, who was it?“It’s already been seven years, love. Don’t you think you have punished me enough….” I felt something moist on the back of my hand. “It is time to wake up now….”
Sandy’s POVSeven years of wandering, seven years of hopelessness had taken a toll on me. I never realized how simple and carefree my life had been before I met Ora. Even so, I couldn’t bring myself to regret meeting her. I am sure I wouldn’t regret meeting her even if I had to spend my entire life lying in wait.This pain of separation, this desperation has become a part of my life now. I had learned to embrace it. It was proof of my love, my bond with Ora. I often wondered what would happen when she woke up. Would she still be angry at me for betraying her? Would she refuse to talk to me or say harsh words? Or would she understand that my feelings are genuine and accept me?A guard came running over. Almost bumping into me, he said in a breathless voice, “Ora has woken up.”My ears rang and my body went limp. Did he just say that Ora had woken up? No, I must have heard it wrong. Gulping the lump that had formed in my throat, I croa
ORA’S POV I stood next to the old warehouse, observing the frightened children. Most of them were huddled together shaking and crying. However, there was one boy who sat there in a lotus position with his eyes closed. His expression was calm, almost as if were a mini version of a saint doing deep meditation. His slightly messed up hair fluttered on his forehead giving me this sudden urge to brush it off. My eyebrows furrowed. When did I develop a liking for kids? I was still observing him when his eyes opened up. They held a kind of determination and wisdom that could only belong to an adult driven by ambition. But, he was a small child barely reaching up to my waist. I was so stunned that I couldn’t even react. His eyes darted around and he spoke up in a voice that was soft yet firm, “Stop crying. Crying won’t get you anywhere. My mouth hung open and I shook my head incredulously. What was he? A reincarnation of Buddha? Surprisingly, most of the children in the group of about t
The hall had been cleared of all the furniture and a large pattern of a five-pointed star was drawn in the centre. Hundreds of candles were arranged in systematic arrays around this pattern. I turned towards my sister and smiled, “You already finished this?” I laced my hand through hers as I continued in a saccharine voice, “Thanks for doing my share of work, Zaviana.” She snorted and shook her head, “I am telling you, Ora. This is the last time I have helped you. The next time you have to do it yourself. You are already twenty now. Shouldn’t you be a bit more serious about your work?” “Alright… alright, now please don’t lecture me like mom,” I said with a poker face before she launched into a full-fledged explanation. It was a pain when she tried to educate me. I couldn’t even ignore her words like my mother's. Her words tended to swarm in my head for days. I was afraid I would lose my edge if I kept listening to her. A deep gust of wind escaped her lips, “Ora…. I hope you are mo
Sandy’s POV A deep sigh escaped my lips as I gazed at the large mansion in front of me. Had it been seven years since I came here? This place held a myriad of memories; both sweet and bitter. My mind veered to the last time I was here. I had gotten into a heated argument with my brother and ever since then never returned. When Kevin requested me to return, I was tempted to refuse. I did ignore his incessant calls. But, this time he didn’t give up as usual. He started sending me messages every day. Though the text of the messages was differently worded the gist remained the same. ‘The matter is of great consequence, Sandy. Else I wouldn’t have bothered you. If you have ever considered me as your brother; please come back.’ If he had sent a command as the Alpha of the Mystical pack. I would never have returned but he pleaded as my brother. I wanted to ignore his message as usual but here I was; standing in front of Gilkins Packhouse. A deep sigh escaped my lips as I made my way
Emilia paused for a moment to catch her breath before blurting out in an extremely anxious voice, “You have to help me, Sandy….” Her gaze drifted towards Kevin as she continued, “Please, Kevin…. You have to help me.” With these words, a few drops of tears rolled down her cheeks and she sniffled. Kevin trotted down the stairs with hurried footsteps, “Emy, Take a deep breath and tell me exactly what has happened. We can’t help you unless you tell me what the matter is.” Emilia brushed past me and grabbed my brother’s arm, “My son, Evaan…. he has been kidnapped…” Shock flitted through Kevin’s features and he gasped, “Kidnapped?” “E…Evan, he had gone to play by the bank of the river as usual but he didn’t return the entire night….” Her voice was shaking so much that the rest of the words came out as a croaked mumble, “I looked for him everywhere, asked all our neighbours but we couldn’t find him.” “Your house is in the midst of a wilderness. It is possible that he just got lost. Do
Sandy’s POV The noise of chattering, screeching, and scowling droned in my ears as I entered the market in Halterland. My eyebrows scrunched in disgust. I don’t know what I expected but I definitely didn’t expect the market to be so crowded and noisy. Apart from the goods that were sold, it was no different than a chaotic human market. Letting my irritation ooze out through a long sigh, I tried to focus on the positive side. It was easier to blend in with all the chaos around. I ran my thumb along the ring on my finger reflexively; checking if it was still in place. My beating heart calmed just a little bit as my fingers grazed the cold metal. I raised my hand; letting myself admire the glint of the multicolored ring for a moment. This was a five-gem illusion ring. It could delude even the greatest of witches to think that I was a human. I had to spend the entirety of my life’s savings to forge this ring but I think it worked. None of the witches had doubted me till now. Thud! A L