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

Dweller-kin mates. “I like it better than my title when I’m not in the Outer Realm.”
“I see.” Emerald grinned, looking in her eyes.
“Do you know what a blood-binding means?” Firestorm asked before she had a chance to respond to Emerald’s comment.
“I remember.” Adarra said. “It’s when a non-Dweller is bound in blood to a Dweller-kin, thus changing them both. It’s like what the Countess did to my sister, right?”
“That is exactly what the Countess did to your sister years ago.” Emerald replied. “Of your own will, do you wish this blood-binding?”
Adarra nodded. “Of my own will.”
“Very well.” Emerald supplied. “Let us begin.”
It didn’t take long for the Blood-Binding. First, Adarra was offered blood from both Dweller mates. Then, she offered her own to them, each time saying. “Of my own will, of my own mind, I bind myself to you through blood. I share with you what is mine for the giving.”
Adarra found herself liking the taste of blood right away, drinking her fill from Firestorm.
“Enough!” Firestorm cried, pulling his arm back. Emerald stepped to his side to heal the wound with her tongue. “You almost gorged yourself, Young One. That is not a good idea, ever.”
Emerald lifted her head once she was finished. “For one so young, you should never take more than you need.”
The Grand Magus Adarra stared at the two of them, letting them both see what was in her eyes. They were red.
“We will return you to the Outer Realm, and explain to your Earthly Protector what was done.” Emerald announced, keeping the color of Adarra’s eyes in her mind.
“You will need to Rest in order for our bloods to set in your system, and allow yourself time to heal.” Firestorm supplied.
“I can’t!” Adarra cried. “What about my patrols? I have to take over for Young Guardian while she’s healing from her fight with Balor!”
The Dweller-kin looked at each other. “Very well, patrol, but not in the form you used in the War.” Emerald said. “Only in your Grand Magus Dream Realm form. Is that understood?”
Grand Magus nodded her head. “I understand.”

When the Grand Magus was returned to the Outer Realm by Emerald and Firestorm, her Earthly Protector Shadow was waiting for them. Though he wasn’t very happy to hear she was now Blood-bound to both of them, he listened to their story.
The Dwellers left after making sure the Grand Magus was resting in her own bed and Shadow was keeping an eye on her.
“What have you gotten yourself into this time, Aluna Star?” Shadow whispered to himself. He kissed her forehead and left the room to take care of their children.
She was in a Healing Spell of her own, which meant it was up to him to keep peace around the house.

III

Cyrix took Sabrina on a walk through the marketplace. With each table they passed, they heard her name whispered.
“Are you sure about this?” Sabrina asked, looking around her. She stayed by his side, holding his hand. “In case you have not noticed, I am still not liked around the Realm.”
“Of course I am sure about this, dearest.” Cyrix supplied, kissing her temple. “Relax. They have to get used to seeing you sometime, aye?”
“I guess.” Sabrina remarked.
The couple headed for the food market, picking up something to eat. Once they found a table, Cyrix placed their wares on it before sitting down. Sabrina sat next to him.
Sabrina began to relax when she heard a low growl from Cyrix’s throat.
“What is wrong?” She whispered.
“Damian.” Cyrix growled. “Somehow, I have lost my appetite.”
Now Sabrina growled, standing. “I know you are here, brother. Come on out and face us like the man you think you are.”
Damian came from his hiding spot in the shadows to croon. “Still playing the goody-goody, eh sister? You must have some scheme to play the part this long.”
“I play no parts, Damian, as I have told you before.” Sabrina growled.
“Aye, aye, I know.” Damian sounded bored. He saw Cyrix standing beside her. “Well, well, if it is not the fire-demon Cyrix? Do you like being my sister’s lap dog?”
“I am nobody’s lap dog.” Cyrix responded. He could feel the anger rising in his blood, and let the Dragon Magic slowly take over. “I love Sabrina, with all my heart and soul.”
Neither sibling could do anything but stare at him. Sabrina realized his words rung true all along. Damian, however, only smirked.
“Love.” Damian scoffed. “How can you know love? You are a fire-demon.”
Cyrix laughed, finally letting the Dragon Magic shift him to his true-form of a large red and black dragon. “I am more than a fire-demon Damian!” Cyrix raised his head to the air and blew out a roaring fireball. For extra emphasis, he looked back down at Damian with burning fire-red eyes. “I am a Draconian, from the Clan of Fire Dragon Guardians!” Cyrix remarked. He stepped forward, which made Damian step back in fright. “I am the last of my kind, no thanks to you and your father!”
“Cyrix.” Sabrina tried, eyes closed and hands to her side.
When his eyes met her form, his heart skipped a beat and he shifted back to his original fire-demon form. She opened her eyes and his demeanor calmed. He saw, deep in her heart, she loved him back. Not wanting to show her brother this, Cyrix only bowed and stepped back.
“I thought as much.” Damian barked. “You only learn the Light Mystic Magic so you can destroy them.”
“Silence, brother.” Sabrina supplied. “Thanks to our cousins, I am balanced in both light and Dark Magics.” Sabrina stepped to her brother, facing him. “You do remember how powerful I was with just Dark Magic, do you not? I was the one who led our troops into battle, with only a glance, not you.”
“It was my idea to steal their Companion Magic from them, turning them into your Dominionite Warriors.” Damian taunted her. “You were nothing without me.”
Sabrina glared in silence for a moment as she stared at him. Not even Cyrix could tell how she would react. Would she react as her Maiden self, or as her Mystic self? All he could do was stand and wait.
“Nothing?” Sabrina smiled, her eyes reddening with anger and certain knowledge not even Damian knew about. “Nothing?” She repeated, her entire body radiating with a white opalescent glow. In front of his eyes, to the astonishment of both males, Sabrina’s body rose from the ground and she started chanting.

“You are nothing,
“You are spit,
“You are nothing to me,
“You no longer exist!”

Sabrina continued to chant the short spell, keeping her eye on Damian, each repetition growing louder and more potent as she chanted. Damian didn’t know what to expect. Never in their entire lives had he ever seen her this angry, yet controlling the Light Ancient Mystic Magic within.
Sabrina’s body moved toward him, forcing him to step back.
“Nay.” Damian stepped backward without looking. He tripped over a clay jar, breaking it. Still, he continued to step back.
Sabrina continued chanting the short spell, her eyes turning colors, her aura glowing wildly from white to bright yellow and back.
“Nay.” Damian said louder. “You cannot do this to me!”
She only smiled, stopping just long enough to tell him. “I can, I have, and I will. You deserve nothing, Damian, for you are a foul, vile creature.”
“I do not like what the Mystics have done to you, Sabrina.” Damian supplied with a frown. “If you wish to be with them, you will rot with them all!”
In a gust of black smoke, he disappeared.
Sabrina sighed, dropping to the ground and holding her head. Cyrix rushed to her side to hold her.
“Darling, that was wonderful!” He cried, holding her. She looked up at him, her expression confused. Cyrix kissed her, making her smile.
A few Companions that had watched the scene from the sidelines walked up to them. They extended their hands and expressed their gratitude as they spoke to her as a fellow Companion instead of the Dominionite Maiden, no longer afraid of her.
Cyrix smiled at the scene. She was slowly gaining the trust of all Companions. In time, he was certain the memory of the Maiden would be replaced with that of a kind and powerful Ancient Mystic Sabrina.

IV

When Ramon and Daniel were finished with the Hunt for Balor, they headed to the Dragon Nations.
Trenor met the two Dweller-kin at the FireWall and nodded his respect, knowing who they were. He was concerned at their arrival to the FireWall. The Dweller-kin usually had full reign over the Dragon Nations and didn’t need permission to enter. “Do you wish an escort, Ramon?”
“If there is another Guard to take your place, I would not mind it.” Ramon supplied, nodding. “It is a matter of great importance.”
“Very well.” General Trenor supplied. He closed his eyes and called for another Guard to take his place so he could escort them to the Countess.
Once the three of them arrived, Trenor announced to Dracora. “Countess, the Dweller-kin leader and his second are here to see you. It is urgent.”
Dracora looked to a kneeling Daniel, meeting Ramon’s eyes. “Thank you, Trenor. You are excused.”
With a nod, Trenor was gone and the three of them were alone. “Well, Ramon? What can I do for you?”
“It is about a certain Stalker named Balor.” Ramon announced, watching Dracora’s eyes turn colors at the name.
“Has Young Guardian not taken care of him?” Dracora lowly growled. Her feminine Immortal form shifted to her Regal red dragon form.
The Dwellers knew she was serious and not happy, so they knelt at her Regal Draconian form.
“Once fighting him in the Realm of Dreams with the Fire-Guardian Kra’tath,” Daniel started, “she sent Chikité Moondancer and his near-Bondmate to our Realm.”
Looking from Daniel to Dracora, Ramon continued his blood-Brother’s story, eyes never meeting the Countess’.
“Were you able to find him?” Dracora asked.
The two blood-Brothers shook their heads.
“He escaped, from both Young Guardian’s and our radar somehow.” Daniel supplied.
“Keep looking, both of you!” Dracora growled. “Keep an eye for him if he is not found within the week.”
“Aye, Countess.” The two chorused, misting in place and leaving her seething.
“Dracora,” a male voice crooned behind her. When she turned, she saw her advisor Terrantis walking up to her. He continued quietly. “I will have our peoples do the same for this realm.”
Dracora sighed, her exterior returning to the Immortal female all knew her as. “Thank you, old friend. The sooner the Stalker is caught and Destroyed, the better for all.”
“Anytime, Shylee.” Terrantis supplied, nodding and smiling. He paused, watching her eyes seem to stare into space, her thoughts elsewhere. He guessed to where they were. “You worry