Ancient Mystic's War of the Realms Saga - Lady Adellandra Dratianos (read me a book TXT) 📗

Ramon and I destroyed Crucis, he left behind a very angry protégé.” Young Guardian continued. Katherine gasped as she healed her wounds. “I’m using my authority as Young Guardian of this Realm to order you, Chikité Moondancer, to take Celine Stargazer with you and warn Ramon about the impending troubles with Balor and whatever Stalkers that were left behind in the War of the Realms.” She paused, looking at her canine Companion friend. “Do you have any problems with that, Sire Wolfton Stargazer?"
"By your authority, I have no choice.” Wolf shook his head. “I have no problems with it. Something that wounded you that severely has to be dealt with. Since this Balor is a Stalker, who else but Ramon and the other Dwellers to take care of it?"
"Good thinking Sire." Young Guardian winced. "Ow! Kat! Be gentle!"
"I am sorry, but you have not healed well from the War." Katherine looked again into her eyes. "Have you slept at all in your Realm since then?"
"Can't.” Ariana shook her head. “Too much to do here."
"Why did you come in your physical form?" Wolf wondered. "You know how dangerous that is!"
"I need no guilt trips from you, Wolfton.” Young Guardian scolded him. “I went to the Dragon Nations on a hunch, searching for the Unicorn and Airmed. Both Amethyst and I found them with the Countess."
"As the Fire-Archer found Amethyst there with you. I see now." Cyrix spoke up.
Young Guardian looked at him strangely. "Who?"
"That young Scott Archer has a new name now. The Fire-Archer.” Cyrix grinned. “He has the Dragon Magic, all right, in abundance."
"Just as the Unicorn has the Unicorn Magic." Young Guardian supplied, nodding. "You're going to teach him to use it?"
"Of course.” Cyrix nodded. “I was the one who named him, after all. I never abandon a charge."
"Good." Young Guardian supplied.
"Are you okay now?" Katherine asked. Young Guardian shook her head. "I suggest you go home now. In fact, as your Ancient Mystic Teacher and Lady of the Canine Valley, I am ordering you to go home and sleep. No patrolling, no more fighting, just sleep and healing."
"Yes, Lady Katherine." Young Guardian groaned, woozy.
Soon, after she finally passed out from the healing and her wounds, the Protector came and took her home. To sleep.

Part Three:
Return of the Black-as-Night Crystal

Prologue:
Dark Lady's Revenge

“Rumor has it Young Guardian is no longer patrolling.” The Dark Lady Shenara grinned at Damian.
“Aye.” Damian nodded, scowling.
“All the Realms of All the Worlds are open for attack, Damian.” Albrath tried.
Damian took notice of her. “What did you say, Dominionite?”
“Forget it, stepbrother.” Albrath supplied in his face. “We are no longer your Dominionite slaves, and I, for one, am no longer afraid of you.”
Damian growled, but kept his mouth shut.
“Now would be the perfect time to implement your plan, my love.” Shenara crooned. “The Crystal?”
She succeeded in getting his attention diverted from Albrath’s fury-filled face. Damian turned to her and nuzzled her neck.
“Aye, it is the perfect time, my sweet.” He licked the inside of her neck so she giggled.
“Sorry to break the word, but Lord Guardian is not just going to leave the Worlds unguarded, you know.” Albrath spat. “While she is not patrolling, I bet one of the other Crusaders will pop in and take her place.”
Damian growled again; this time, at the thought of who would take Young Guardian’s place. “Grand Magus.”
“Oh! Perfect, Damian!” Shenara shrieked. “Kill two birds with one stone! I love it.”
“What are you talking about, Shenara?” Damian asked her.
“We could do all Warriors a huge favor by destroying the Ancient Mystics through your sister, Sabrina!” Shenara cried, clapping. “Oooh! Brilliant!”
Damian grasped her arm. “Say you have a better plan than mine?”
“Oh, never better, Damian.” Shenara shook her head. “You are the Master now. There is none better than you.”
“Than pray tell me more.”
“Do tell us, sister.” Albrath groaned. “You are speaking in riddles.”
Shenara told her stepsister and lover what she had in mind.
“Ah,” Damian’s voice wandered off. He laughed. “I love it, Shenara! Brilliant!”
“Ooh, sister, so do I!” Albrath’s dark eyes glowed. The three of them looked at each other and grinned.
Because he was so happy, Damian took both Albrath and Shenara into his arms and had nearly-explosive sex with them.
It felt so good to be so bad! Damian thought to himself with a growl.
When they ran out of energy, they slumped on the bed in a heap. Shenara on one side of a naked Damian and Albrath on the other.
“My, Damian,” Albrath started, licking his finger and sucking on it. “If this is what it takes to get you going, I will graciously oblige and do my best to keep you satisfied.”
“In all my ages of knowing you, Albrath, I never believed you were this grand in the sack.” Damian supplied. “You may call me Damian anytime, and you as well, Shenara.”
Shenara purred in his ear from behind him. “I knew you would say that, my lover.” She licked the ear and nibbled on the lobe. “We are an explosive pair of women, are we not?”
Damian just laughed, taking them both in his arms and going for round two.

II

Aluna Star, the Grand Magus, was torn from her own patrols of the Dream Realm to appear in front of Lord Guardian’s Castle walls. Curious, and sure he wouldn’t have brought her here for no reason, she marched up to the Castle gates.
Usually, there would be a guard at the gate, but there wasn’t, and all was silent. The sky was clear, the sun was out, there were flowers and fresh grass surrounding the Lord’s Castle, but the Grand Magus knew something was terribly wrong. She just had to find him to ask what.
Grand Magus walked around the castle to the garden behind it. This is where she found Lord Guardian and Mistress Enchantra sitting on the grass, weeping. O’Dell was in his unicorn-form and Enchantra in her own horse-form, a Thoroughbred. The only distinguishing marks each had for her to know who were who were the jewels. Lord Guardian had his beneath his horn and she had one on her neck, with markings around it that made it look like she was wearing a necklace to hold the jewel.
“Enchantra? Lord Guardian?” Grand Magus was panicked as she ran to them. Indeed, the Mistress was crying. She placed a hand on the bridges of their noses, looking from one to the other. “What happened?”
Lord Guardian nudged her hand with his nose. “We need you to take Young Guardian’s place.”
“Why? Where is she?”
Enchantra changed form to her human-female self again before acknowledging her. “You mean, you do not know?”
Grand Magus shook her head. “No, I don’t. What happened to her? Is she okay?”
Lord Guardian now changed to his human-male form and looked to Enchantra, who was biting her lip. He took her hand. “We have to tell her, Chantie.”
Enchantra nodded, dabbing her tears on a handkerchief.
“Please, sit down Aluna Star.” Lord Guardian said softly, gesturing to the nearby bench. “What we are about to tell you is distressing.”
Grand Magus was changed her own form when he called her by her Earthbound name. Whatever happened to her sister must have been serious to have O’Dell and Enchantra strip her of her Fighter’s gear and call her by her full name.
She waited as they sat down on either side of her.
Alternating, the Originators told her what happened, and why Luna had to take Young Guardian’s place.
“I know I haven’t seen her around lately, but also knew something wasn’t right with her.” Luna whispered, shaking her head. “Who told you about her?”
“After the Protector took her home to sleep and heal, the ex-Warrior Cyrix came to us.” Enchantra supplied.
“He explained everything he could about Dracora, about Balor, and the new Bondmates of the Unicorn and Airmed.”
“Not to mention that of the Fire-Archer Scott and Amethyst’s trip to the Dragon Nations.” Enchantra said. “Seems something was awakened in your sister’s blood once she reunited with the Countess.”
Luna stood and raised her hands. “Wait a minute, what was awakened in her blood, and how is it I know nothing of it?”
“We do not know much about it ourselves.” Enchantra told her, sitting her back down and placing a caring arm around her.
“Please, tell me what you do know.” Luna said. “I need to know all she does in order to take her place, don’t I?”
“What we know is not pretty, Aluna.” Lord Guardian told her gently. “Are you certain you want to know?”
“I’m her twin! I don’t care if it’s pretty or not, just tell me!” Luna cried, ignoring all rules of formality and respect. She could feel something tightening in the pit of her stomach, the tears ready to burst from her eyelids. She calmed before repeating. “Just tell me. Please.”
“Ten years ago, Shannon sent her and the Protector on a special mission, only she never made it.” Enchantra started. “She was still young, and did not know how to bring herself back here to this Realm from where she disappeared.”
“She disappeared to the Dragon Nations, where Dracora was in a war between her Dweller-kin and the Mortallan King Yorn’s Vampire Hunters.” O’Dell continued. “Ariana was there for the delegations between them, using her powers to help both sides see a truce and declare peace.”
Luna nodded, smiling. “Good for her.”
“It would seem that Dracora suffered from the Hunger after all this.” Enchantra supplied. “Do you know what that means?”
“The Hunger for blood as sustenance, yes, I know what it means.” Luna nodded. “I was helping a Dweller by the name of Emerald during the War. She explained a lot about the kin-Clans to me.”
“On my insistence of course.” Enchantra said. Luna was surprised and she continued. “I knew of what happened years ago, and so did she.”
“Going on, Dracora knew it was forbidden to touch an Ancient Mystic child, especially one so young, but your sister was the only living one there.” O’Dell supplied. “One night, while Ariana lay sleeping in a guest room, Dracora Fed. After she Fed, she wove a spell and replenished her.”
Luna gasped.
“The next day, the last of the delegations were in order and it was time to come back to the Realm.” O’Dell said. “Before she left, Dracora did something she’d never done before, in all her thousands of years. She bound your sister to her in blood using a Dragon Dagger. The kin-Clans call it a Blood-binding. The two of them would be Blood-sisters for as long as they each lived.”
“I am sure you have seen the dagger in