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

instruct the Lady Guardian she has the Draconian Armies at her command, should she need them. Dracora sent.
Trenor sighed. Very well, Countess.
“What are you sighing about, dragon?” Dominick asked.
“Then name is Trenor.” He growled, turning back to them. “General Trenor of the Draconian Armies.”
“Good for you, General Trenor of the Draconian Armies.” Damian said, bored. “Turn around and keep leading us to the Countess, or your name will be the last thing you say.”
Trenor wasn’t frightened of anything, especially threats from the one calling himself ‘Master’.
He marched them through the many mazes of the Forest until Damian became impatient.
“You are leading us in circles, dragon!” Damian cried, stopping them all.
Trenor didn’t take offense, instead choosing to ignore his behavior. “Oh, am I? I do sincerely apologize.”
Have you figured it out yet, Countess? Trenor thought to her while staring at Damian’s glare.
Aye. She answered back. It is called the Black-as-Night Crystal.
“Why do we not fly there?” Trenor asked simply. “It would be quicker.”
“Fine.” Damian huffed, shifting to his own dragon form. He took flight, waiting for Trenor to shift his form and take to the skies as well.
Damian looked down to the Warriors and commanded. “Go! Reek havoc in the Nations!”
Dominick smiled from below and nodded, leading them.
As they flew, Trenor continued his mental conversation with Dracora. Where did it come from, and why does the male want it?
It is the heart of the Dream Realm’s Sphere, and it used to belong to O’Dell. Dracora explained. That male’s true-name is Damian, and he is Orthos’ son. Why else would Damian want it for himself?
Trenor growled softly under his breath. More power! I mean not to be rude, Countess, but are you sure you wish him and the others here? You could be falling into a trap, and I do not wish anything to happen to you.
Oh, I know I am, Trenor, and all will be well. Dracora supplied. The important thing to remember is our Empress will return to us.
I sure hope you are right, Shylee. Trenor said.
Relax, my friend. Dracora sent with a smile. I am always right.
Trenor rolled his eyes and continued to lead Damian to Monarch’s Glen.

Meanwhile, at Monarch’s Glen, Dracora sighed.
“What troubles you, Shylee?” Asked the Lady Guardian, who was sitting across from her in the Battle Room.
“Damian.” Dracora supplied. “Trenor is leading him here.”
“And you into a trap.” Ariana growled. “No, I’ll not have it. I’ll get rid of him myself.”
Dracora stood up. “Nay! It is fine, Lady, I promise. I have plans for that cousin of yours. As for the small band of Dominionites he brought with him, my people can take care of them.”
“Are you sure?”
“At your command, absolutely.” Dracora sat. “He wants the Black-as-Night Crystal, let him try and take it from me.”
“I thought Max sent it away, where it wouldn’t do any harm?” Ariana asked.
“Oh, he did, only, that Crystal somehow appeared in a small village outside the old Empire of Mal’estar.” The Countess supplied. She took a deep breath. “It is what brought my brother out of hiding after all this time.”
“Brother?” The Lady asked, “As in, Shem Starchaser?”
Dracora shook her head. “Nay, as in my eldest brother, Lord Emperor Draconis Dratianos.”
The name struck something in Ariana’s mind, and memories in Dracora’s heart.
“You told me very little about him; only, that long ago, his Empress took his three children and fled, turning him Chaotic. You told me that chaos almost destroyed the entire Nations.”
“For awhile, it did.” The Countess supplied sadly. “When Draconis went chaotic, I took a band of our people to your Realm. Before too long, our Earthbound Draconians became known as the Dweller kin-Clans.”
“So, what are we going to do about Damian?”
“We are going to do nothing. I am going to handle him myself.” Dracora supplied. “You, my dear Lady Guardian, are going to talk with Trenor and Terrantis about commanding the Draconian Army.”
“What about wanting me to investigate ‘the Lost Ones’?” The Lady asked. “Didn’t you summon me here for that?”
“Aye, that I did, and I wish you to do that as well.” Dracora smiled at her. “If you think you can handle it.”
The Lady Guardian of the Realms’ face turned serious. “Of course I can handle it. I’ve only been taught by the best, you know.”
Dracora laughed. “Oh, I know all too well.”
The Lady stood and placed a fist to her heart, quickly nodding her head. “I will take my leave then, my Countess.” She thought of something and smiled back. “Try not to rough Damian up too much, okay? Leave some of him for me.”
Dracora laughed again. “Aye that I will. Kateea to you, Blu-Sita.”
On that, the Lady disappeared and Dracora went to her Throne Room to await Damian’s arrival.

Chapter:
New Allies for the Lady Guardian

Lady Guardian flew over the Nations in her Dragonwolf form. There was a lot that was going through her head; mostly, about the ‘Lost Ones’ and Dracora’s Emperor Brother. Something about both stories clicked in her mind.
She searched the ground below and found General Terrantis talking with a few soldiers. When she descended to greet him, she heard him giving them their orders.
“No stone unturned, gentlemen.” Terrantis supplied. “Be on the lookout and watch your backs.”
Lady Guardian cleared her throat to get his attention. He turned to her and nodded before returning to his soldiers. “Keep me informed. You are excused.”
They saluted and left.
“How may I help you, Lady?” Terrantis asked, smiling.
“I see you’ve already heard the news.” The Lady supplied. “Damian is on his way to Monarch’s Glen with Trenor and he brought a band of Dominionites with him. It would seem he knows the Black-as-Night Crystal was hidden here, and he wants it back.”
Terrantis shook his head. “I heard. There is no use messing with the Countess. You, of all people, know this.”
“I also know that Crystal’s purpose and powers.” The Lady announced. “If he gets his hands on it, who knows what else he’ll try.”
“’Try’ being the operative word.” Terrantis smiled. “He will not succeed in getting the Crystal, I assure you.”
The Lady nodded. “At any rate, his Dominionites were told to wreak havoc, and they need to be taken care of. Dracora put me in charge of the Draconian Armies.”
“She did, did she?” Terrantis asked, impressed. “In that case, what are your orders, Lady Guardian?”
The Lady smiled. “From what I saw and heard, you were already ahead of me.”
Terrantis grinned back. “You are a great leader, Lady.”
The Lady laughed. “I hope you’re right. Oh, before I forget, what do you know about the rumors concerning the ‘Lost Ones’?”
“It is said the three children of Dracora’s brother are hiding out in a place called ‘Dragon’s Keep’.” Terrantis supplied.
The Lady was confused. “Where’s that?”
“Have you ever been over the mountain region?”
She shook her head.
“Hmm.” He thought to himself, and brightened. “How about this, Lady? Have you ever seen the Dragon’s Mountain this side of the Nations and Realm of Dreams border?”
Ariana gasped. “Yeah, I’ve been near there in my patrols!”
“Good, good.” Terrantis remarked. “About a mile northeast from there is a cave, with an opening just big enough for a full-size wolf and their cubs. Dragon’s Keep, which is ran by a Sphinx-Immortal named Lady Aura, is not far from there. You will Feel it before you see it.”
“Really?” Ariana asked, in thoughts of her own. She sensed something in the air and nodded before taking flight. “Thanks, General!”
“Need not worry about the Countess, Lady Guardian.” Terrantis told her as she floated in midair. “We will watch over her while you defeat the Master.”
“Damian is no Master, Terrantis.” Ariana laughed. “But I will stay mind-to-mind with all three of you. If you need me, Call me.”
Terrantis nodded. “As for you, go see Lady Aura. See if our suspicions on the “Lost Ones’ is correct.”
The Lady saluted, nodding her head as she left him.

II

((more about the new blood between Shadow and Aluna; and what the children feel with their new bloods – reread above for info on that Shadow and Aluna arise from their Rest, Aluna first, to find him sprawled on the floor next to her. She wonders what happened, and is confused. she senses him and begins to cry once seeing the scene in her mind of what he did for her. Feeling guilty that she’d killed him somehow, she calls for Skar in her mind once again, demanding his help in Healing Him. Tough choice for Skar, as he hates Shadow, but he’ll do it for her. It rushes the Change. Juliet finds them, watching from afar as she listens to Aluna talking to herself.))


Story # 1:
Lady Aura at Dragon’s Keep

Ariana Reading, the Lady Guardian of the Realms, headed to where Terrantis said Dragon’s Keep was. He was right; she Felt it as she descended to the gates. She was reminded of the memory-dreams she had before the war, when she was helping Braken Joel Hawk with the Elder Companions from the Underground.
A certain power pulled at her from inside as she paused at the gates, telling her something at Dragon’s Keep was familiar.
As she entered the gates, a red-haired, emerald-colored cat-eyed Sphinx-Immortal Companion-looking woman greeted her.
“May I help you?” The woman asked politely. When she saw the Dream Pendant attached to Ariana’s cape, she immediately bowed. “Sulheya, Lady Guardian! It truly is a pleasure to meet you at last!”
Ariana was confused. “I’m sorry.” She stammered, hand to her heart. “How do you know me?”
The woman shook her head and smiled. “I am Lady Aura, Den-Mother of Dragon’s Keep. I recognized your pendant and have heard a lot about you.” She paused. “Is there something I can do for you?”
“Invite me in, for one.” Lady Guardian smiled. She relaxed around this particular Lady. Her sensors told her to be alert of her surroundings and not to rush through her small quest.
“Oh, certainly!” Lady Aura supplied. “My deepest of apologies, Lady Guardian. Do come in. I will have one of the gryphonlets make you some tea.”
“That won’t be necessary, Lady Aura.” Ariana put her hand up, silently telling her to stop. Once the two women were seated at a small table in the kitchen, Ariana continued. “I’m here on business of the Countess Dracora at Monarch’s Glen.”
Lady Aura’s eyes widened. “Would it be about three dragonlets once thought lost to this Realm long ago? Those named the ‘Lost Ones’?”
Ariana nodded. “That’s my business, all right. How did you know about them?”
“I am a Draconian, aged one thousand