ABIGAILS POVI played with my fingers nervously humming a little tune to keep me calm as the carriage started off. The royal carriage was white with a golden dragon crest on its side.  Seated next to me was Edwin. Tar was seated opposite us with a parchment in his hands.  Edwin couldn't keep his excitement in as he kept on twitching and twisting in his seat. Clearly he was excited to meet his friend.  I looked out the window still humming softly an ancient lullaby my aunt always used to sing to me when I was little. I felt very nervous. In these last two weeks I had spent in the dragon settlement, I learnt a few things about the dragon community.  Firstly the large dragon village we currently were situated in was Gard (pronounced guard) . Much to my dismay, it wasn't the only dragon village in this vast forest. There was another large village c

ABIGAIL'S POVI looked around my little cottage and breathed in the familiar fragrance of my home. Strangely, even though I had been away for two weeks, there was not a speck of dust to be seen.  It was as if someone had thoroughly swept and wiped every inch of my cottage but everything was still in the exact same place.  My roses that lay beside my window still looked healthy despite the fact that I had not watered them for two weeks.  Strange.  I heard a soft whimper and I quickly headed toward my bedroom.  Edwin had sat up in bed and was now rubbing his eyes, and trying to adjust the light.  They had been asleep all through the night.  When we came back to Riota, the only place I could think of where they could stay and rest was my little cottage.  It was hidden well away in the mountains already due t

ABIGAILS POV A liche dragon? Raising people from the dead? all this seemed all too risky. I turned to look at Anna,  her fists were tightly clenched before she reached out to take my hand giving it a tight squeeze. "h-have you ever  done this before? " I asked him. Edwin paused for a second befoe nodding,  " I have-but not humans," he clarified, "small birds and such,  " he concluded.  I breathed out. i didnt know if that was good eniugh, but i do know there was a price we would have to pay. The stronger the magic you used the higher th consequences. "Please, " Anna pleaded, " if you can do it,  even the slightest possibility, please try, " Anna pleaded.  i shook my head turning to Anna, "i dont think we should- raising a man from the grave? thats dark magic Anna, nothing possibly good can come bac

Michaels POV I was currently in the vast fields leading up to the hills and mountains near the edge of Riota, I had to get to Anna's little cottage entrapped near the mountains. Death had specifically told me that there was no time, no Time whatsoever to waste anymore.The guards had completely surrounded Riota at the borders to stop anyone from leaving Riota to got to Daromia or Estebech. Daromia was the Vampire kingdom, they had two major cities in Daromia, the first was Paria(mother city) also known as the neut city and Reece. It had long been established for thousands of years that the Paria did not belong to any race, even though their king lived in the palace. Only because he was the dominant king of the four kingdoms, well technically three. It was a neutral city where every supernatural creature was allowed to live in. It was also quite advanced in terms of t

Michaels POV I watched as Abigail walked into the portal and disappeared into its shiny centre. The portal dissapearing in the next second until there as nothing left but te empty lonliness from whithin me. I let my breath go, one I never realised I was holding, trying to calm my shaky hands.A tear slipped down my cheek as I realised I did not know if or when I would ever see Anna again. I clenched the green bottle Abigail had given me tightly. Right then and there, I vowed I would see them again no matter what. It was th eonly reason i had to live. Yes, I will be reunited with my chestnut if its the last thing I do. I must see my baby, though I am aware I will not be there during her birth since Anna was due to deliver in two months. I sighed regretting the fact that I would not be there to see the birth of my own child. "Goodbyes are the worst, trust me, " a voice said.