Category Archives: All Inner Realms ReWrites
Chronicles of the Dragon Nations
#1: Young Guardian and the Dominionites
Part One: Dream Realm Crusaders
Prologue: Dream Memory
The Young Guardian of Dreams
Dream Realm Crusaders
I was stuck in a dream, paralyzed by a magical spell, yet I could hear every word. The magic that wrapped itself around me was warm and tingly, a gentle touch of freesia mixed in. I could not move, speak or open my eyes, so I listened.
“Well?” A woman asked. It sounded like my Countess Sita – sister – Dracora Dratianos. “Who was at the door, O’Dell?”
“Chase Moondancer with my successor,” that voice was the one of a fellow ruler, Lord Guardian O’Dell of the Mystic Realms. “Enchantra took Chase to rest in another room. He may need to Feed, Dracora.”
The Dragon Nations have always had warm relations with those of the Mystic Realms, as those Realms signed a peace treaty with us a century ago. Brakkon, the former Emperor of the Dragon Nations and my mate’s father, was like a brother to O’Dell.
“Aye; thank you.” Dracora sighed.
They left the room, closing the door behind them.
I continued to listen as conversations intrigued me. Perhaps I would gain a clue as to why I was there, paralyzed with magic?
O’Dell lowered his voice. “Does Dixie know what must be done?”
Dixie? Does he mean his eldest daughter, Dixilynne? Last I knew, she was a mere child when she and her two sisters were exiled to the Mortal Realm for their own safety. What did she have to do with anything?
“Aye, she knows and will follow your lead, as always.” The eldest Mystic Sister Enchantra announced. She was Dixilynne’s mother as O’Dell was Dixilynne’s father.
“The Empress is resting and under deep enchantments to stay that way.” O’Dell supplied.
A third voice cleared their throat. “So, what do we do next, my Lord? Just sit and wait?”
I knew that voice, and did not like it. That was Challandra, Enchantra’s twin who was haughty, thinking she was better than anyone else.
O’Dell sighed. “There is naught much we can do, Challandra. Destiny will take care of its own when it is good and ready.”
“Destiny is such a strong word.” Dracora announced as if bored when she walked in. I could sense as my Sita’s emotions turn to fear as she mumbled. “Uh oh.”
“Countess?” Enchantra asked.
The room was quiet until I heard a thump and the sound of a male voice moan desperately. “Don’t die on me now, Adarramena. I need you.”
That was Drakkar Dratianos, my mate’s twin brother and my own twin’s mate. I tried sensing my twin. She was currently knocked out with the same type of spell I was under, magic worn to the near-ends and mind exhausted. My heart raced to get to my twin, and I was at a loss of what to do. I tried telepathy.
Adarra? Her mind was fuzzy; I could barely feel the twin link between us. Now I was concerned. Please, awaken your mind. Break through the bindings and speak to me!
I received no answer, so I tuned my ears again to the conversation outside my door.
“What can we do for you, Prince?” Enchantra asked the question.
“It’s my mate, Lord Guardian.” Drakkar supplied.
“She overexerted both herself and her duo.” Enchantra surmised.
That explained the fuzzy mind-path. Not to mention why I felt magically drained when I had not used magic since terrifying visions forced me to leave my mate.
“Now you know why I took some of our people to the Mortal Realm.” Dracora explained. “Your duo has gone chaotic, and there is no end to his destruction.”
“There has to be a way to save Adarra from him.” Drakkar agreed.
“I believe we can help with that.” Enchantra looked to O’Dell. “My love?”
O’Dell took a moment before responding. “Challandra, please bring her in and set her beside her sister.”
They continued to talk as if I could not hear them. I heard the door open and felt myself rising from my position. I was floating in air, my DragonWolf wings useless.
Dracora gasped. “Adellandra is your successor?”
I must have been in the main room now, because I felt myself gently landing on a soft surface. I sensed my sister Adarra, my very twin, lying beside me in a binding quite like my own.
“I told you of my vision, Countess.” O’Dell supplied.
Dracora huffed. “Very well; carry on.”
I could tell my Sita was exhausted of O’Dell already. She and the Lord of the Mystic Realms never got along.
“There is something about those girls, O’Dell.” I could feel Enchantra staring at me. “Something that screams magic.”
“They are Draconian.” Drakkar said, hoping that would explain it. “They have great power.”
“Nay, it is something else.” Enchantra supplied. “They are worth saving. They must live, but not here. Not now. Not while many wars are being fought.”
I agreed; too many wars, between the Demon Realms and those of the Fire Nations south of the Dragon Nations. I fled to my childhood home to get away from them.
“For once, I agree.” Dracora’s voice broke my thoughts. “But what are you going to do with them?”
Enchantra smiled. “Give them another destiny.” She looked up to O’Dell. “Find Susan and bring her here.”
Susan. Why did that name seem familiar?
“Who is Susan?” Dracora asked for me.
“My Grankana, as you would call her.”
“Your Earthbound Granddaughter?”
“Aye,” Enchantra was proud of herself for remembering the Draconian word for Granddaughter. “She has five children already and more than enough room in her home and heart for three more.”
“Three?” Dracora asked.
That could only mean one thing.
Anton! I thought to myself, my mind trying to seek his. My satil – brother — was near; I could sense him.
“Do you mean Anton as well?” Drakkar inquired. It seemed even he read into my thoughts.
“We found him unconscious in a trench and decided to bring him here as well.” Enchantra nodded. “He is resting in the other room. I had to put him under a spell in order for him to stay that way.”
What was with these Mystics and their spells?
“He is a fighter.” Dracora told her. “I mean, neither of the Dranna siblings are dead; just weakened and under your wretched spells. How are you going to give them another destiny?”
“They will be reborn as Earthbound Ancient Mystics.” Enchantra said simply. Footsteps were followed by a touch to my cheek. “This one is different; even from her twin and brother. I cannot place it.”
If she only knew, I thought to myself.
“Adellandra has always been different.” Dracora remarked. She knew my secret. “She has always been kind, loving, gentle and good; yet a fierce fighter and an honorable Empress.”
I tried using telepathy with Dracora. Thank you for the compliment.
You’re welcome, Sita. Dracora said in my mind. I’m just sorry it has to be this way.
“Only she knows why she left our bratton.” Drakkar said, using the Draconian word for ‘brother.’
“It was to save the children from destruction.” Dracora replied simply, and I could feel both my siblings-by-mating staring at me.
Take the Royal Crest for me, please? I asked Dracora; for she was the only one I could trust with such a precious pendant. I will not need it where I am going.
Certainly. Aloud, she cleared her throat and took the Royal Crest of the Dragon Nations from around my neck. It was the only piece of royal jewelry I had left, and it belonged in her hands now. I wish you luck on your new Destiny, until it brings us back together.
That was an odd thing for her to say. Before I could think anymore, she spoke up to the Mystics. “I will keep the Royal Crest until she is ready once more.”
“What about me?” Drakkar demanded. “I’m the next in line, not you.”
“As I recall, Draconis is still Emperor and I’m a Countess.”
“Yeah, of Monarch’s Glenn.” Drakkar sneered.
“Enough!” Challandra cried out. “You can bicker and fight later.”
Before either one could say anymore, a young woman’s voice broke the tension. “Gramere? What’s going on? Why did you send Granpere for me?”
“Fetch the DragonWolf male for me from the other room, Susan. “Enchantra instructed automatically. “Set him down beside his sisters.” Enchantra instructed.
“Yes, Gramere,” Susan was confused, but obeyed, leaving to fetch my brother Anton.
I sensed his condition, besides the spell he was under. He was war-warn, and wounded. There was a hole in his heart and soul that was there since his own mate of Alexia, Dracora’s sister, fled. I felt so bad for him, and wished I could get out of this spell to heal him. Darn the Mystics!
It took a moment for her to stare at us once she placed Anton next to me on the couch. She gasped. “I know who they are now! She is the Lost Empress of Mal’estar, Lady Adellandra, and that’s her twin, Princess Adarramena. The male is their younger brother Sir Anton Dranna.”
This Susan was a very bright Mystic. Now I knew why her name was familiar; she was Enchantra’s grandonan who single-handedly destroyed five demons, saving several dragon pups from death.
Enchantra confirmed. “Do you know what I wish you to do with them?”
“I-I-I don’t know.” Susan whispered.
“Keep them safe.”
I felt Susan staring at us. “I understand.”
“No, I do not think you do.” Enchantra shook her head. “Your Grand-Uncle is at it again. We must keep their existences a secret in order for them to survive long enough to destroy him.”
“How are you going to do that?” Susan asked. “They are already fully-grown and in a form our Realm has never seen.”
“The time rift between Realms is different.” Enchantra began. “We wish to use the Ancient Mystic chants to blood them as our own.”
Blood us! What was she talking about?
“‘Blood’ them?” Drakkar asked, speaking up. “I mean no disrespect Mistress, but, surely there must be another way?”
Enchantra shook her head. “Not if you want them alive to see Mal’estar once again.”
“But blooding them as Ancient Mystics will –” Dracora began but was cut off.
She was about to say, “Blooding them as Ancient Mystics would take the memories away of who they truly are.”
“I know what it will do, Countess.” Enchantra supplied. “I assure you, there is no other way around it. They must be blooded as Ancient Mystics in order to survive your brother’s chaos and Orthos’ reign of destruction.”
Draconis was still chaotic? I was sorry to hear it. My mate had not been himself since before the war he raged with the Demon Lord Archimonde, O’Dell’s duo Orthos, and Brakkon’s own Chaotic form of Thorn. All that pent up negative energy turned him and forced terrifying visions in my mind.
I could feel Drakkar’s anger at being separated from his mate when he growled. “If you hurt her, I will know of it!”
“No, you will not.” O’Dell confirmed. “Once the ritual is done, the three of them will have no memory of who they once were.”
“They will have their powers,” Dracora pointed out, “and their forms. The Mortal Realm is not ready for DragonWolves. Mortals still believe the Nations – the very worlds in which they live — are myth!”
She was right, it was not ready. Neither was I ready to forget her, my beloved Empire, or my once-loving mate.
“She’s right.” Susan pointed out. “Only those with the Magical Eye know the truth.”
“All will be well.” O’Dell said sternly. “They will assume Immortal Ancient Mystic form and be taught of whatever magic their minds believe they are ready for.”
My siblings – Draconis’ twin and his younger sister – could say nothing to the statement. Susan broke the silence.
“Shall we begin?” She said quietly.
Chanting in the Ancient Mystic language, they spun a wild magical spell around the three of us. We were each already in their binding and sleeping spells, so why not add one more?
I felt dizzy just lying there, still unable to speak or move. My head hurt as my Wolfkin ears and Dragon horns were pulled inside my head. My back hurt, wings forcefully returning inside my body. My arms and legs hurt, as my body was changing to a strange Immortal human form. My wolf features diminished, fur retreating and hands instead of paws and nails instead of claws. I felt a multitude of winds wrap around me, one entering my body. That one caused me great pain, but I could not cry out. I felt my external body shrinking. Instead, my form was not my own, but of a young girl.
It was a powerful spell that would change my existence.
Breaking my thoughts was the whimpering sound of an infant.
“Shush, shush. There there.” Susan picked him up and held him. “I know what I must do next, Granpere.”
“Rename them and protect them.” O’Dell responded.
“What will you name them?” Drakkar could not stop staring at my twin. I still knew how hard it was to be parted – magical or otherwise – from your true mate.
Susan sat next to my sister. “You will be Aluna Star Woods.” She placed a hand on my cheek. It felt warm with love. “You will be Ariana Moon Woods, and you, my dearest baby, will be Antony Gregory Woods.”
“Great names, Susan.” Dracora complimented.
“Thank you, Countess.”
“The time will come when they are Called to this Realm once again.” O’Dell responded. “Until then, their true-names and lives must remain a secret.”
“Yes, Granpere,” Susan agreed.
That was the last I heard of the very interesting conversation. When the spell and ritual was done, I felt….different. My mind was the same as it was, but the memory of my life before that moment faded into near-nothingness. I only remember it now as a dream memory, with a little help from one of my closest Draconian friends: The Countess Dracora of Monarch’s Glenn.
Ten Years Later
My name is Ariana Moon. I am fifteen today, almost sweet-sixteen. I reside at the Shore Point Juvenile Detention Center, a ward of the State of California. I grew up in an orphanage not far from here. No one wanted to adopt me. It was probably because of the things I could do, or the way I spoke, or the color of my eyes. Any number of reasons was points against my being adopted into a loving home. Instead, I was “loaned” out to couples who needed a compliant servant.
My first “family” was the Sheridans, whom I met when I was in the hospital two years ago. They wanted me to be their daughter’s keeper; keeping an eye on her and obeying her every whim. Michelle Lambert-Sheridan was a Class A spoiled brat. She would throw fits if she did not get what she wanted, when she wanted it. Of course, her mother and father would comply, encouraging her behavior. I just kept my comments to myself; hoping that one day, Michelle would see the error of her ways and straighten up, before something bad happened to her. So far, there was no such luck.
The second “family” was the one I just ran from: the Dolls. Richard and Rhonda Doll were rich, even more so than the Sheridans. They had no other children to fill their home or help spend their money. Only me, and I was used as a servant even though they lavished me with everything under the sun. Of course, that was a ruse for Child Services. On a normal day, I overheard Mrs. Doll talking on the phone to an elder woman I once knew as Mrs. Gertrude. Turned out, Mrs. Doll was Mrs. Gertrude’s niece, and she was going to sell me back to my old orphanage master. Thinking of the abusive past I left behind, I packed my bag. Once the moon shone bright enough to see by, I ran as fast as I could away from the Doll mansion.
Only to be caught and brought back here: The Shore Point Juvenile Detention Center.
I have been here a week and suffered bruises and scrapes at the hands of bullies. On my first night, they thought it was funny to put ice in a sock and hit me with it. To their surprise and my delight, all bruises and scrapes were healed by morning.
That is one thing the other teenagers hated about me. Another would be the way I spoke. One girl told me I sounded funny, as if I did not know how to speak. I have always spoken like this, as those friendly adults I speak to would call “without using contractions,” such as “can’t,” “won’t,” or “I’m.” Another girl said my eyes looked weird. At a brilliant silver-blue, I would have said the same thing myself had I not been the owner.
There were a few more things I could do that alienated me from the other girls there. One of which was feeling their emotions with something I learned was called Empathy. I sensed one of the girls was in trouble with the warden. I confronted her about it, trying to cheer her up, but she denied it, calling me “freak” and pushing me away. The Center found I could read minds when I was in a group therapy session. The four of us were given a test where the counselor would ask the questions and we would answer them. Somehow, I took the questions out of her mind and answered them, even before she asked them aloud! Even the counselor eyed me as if I were a freak of nature.
Was I a freak of nature?
Nay; you are an Ancient Mystic. A female voice purred in my mind. It was the voice of my good friend Katherine Hawk.
Katherine was a Companion from the Mystic’s Realm of Dreams. According to her, I was a powerful Ancient Mystic that could do anything I wanted in the Realm of Dreams. Guardian O’Dell, Lord of the Mystic Realms, named me his successor when I was seven. He gave me a special necklace that represented my Mystic status and helped me learn to control my abilities.
I know, my friend. I told her sadly. I just want to get out of here and find my family.
Before she could respond, a knock on the door brought me out of my reverie.
“You got a visitor, Moon.” It was Greg, one of the nicer guards.
I stood. “Thank you, Mr. Greg.”
I quietly followed behind him.
My Companion friend peeped up with I have a good feeling about this one, Ariana. You will be fine.
I hope you are right. I teased her. I would be lost without your feline instincts.
No you would not. Katherine purred a giggle. Do you sense the visitor’s compassion as well?
Aye. I answered, agreeing. I have also felt the Goddess’s Hand on me.
He stopped at one of the counseling rooms, turning the knob and opening the door.
I stood facing an attractive teenage girl wearing a stylish blouse with a tweed skirt. She was about five inches taller than my sixty, wore sunglasses on her head and snapped her chewing gum when she saw me. Her legs were crossed as she sat at the table; designer high-heel boots half-way up her calves. I sensed she was no more than six years older than I, yet looked as if she were older. I could tell it was meant to be very deceptive and smart. Her hair was pulled up into a thick ponytail with dark-brown strands hanging down.
Mr. Greg stayed by the door, listening in.
The teenager stood, holding her hand out for me to shake. “Hello, Ariana Moon. My name is Bridget Guy. I’ve come to take you home.”
I politely smiled, hesitating before taking her hand. I was not convinced and stared at her eyes before reading her. “Really.”
“Yes, really.” Bridget supplied, pulling her hand back and shoving it in her pocket. “Read me. Am I legit?”
I used my empathy, sensing nothing but kindness and sincerity. There was no deception in her dark brown eyes. That was a relief. “Yes, and it is nice to meet you, Miss Guy.” I told her simply. “What can I do for you?”
She quickly glanced at Mr. Greg before responding. “Will you please excuse us, sir?”
Mr. Greg shook his head. “Sorry Miss Guy,” he told her. “She is my charge and must be watched over.”
Now I looked at him. “Have I ever caused any undue stress or trouble around here, Mr. Greg?”
He had to think for a moment. “No, Ariana.”
“Then you can trust I will be okay in her capable hands.” I continued my argument. It took him only a moment to nod. “If it makes you feel any better, you may stay at your post outside the door. That way, there is no way I can escape without your knowledge. Agreed?”
His glance went to a smiling Bridget to me before he finally said. “Make it quick.”
I nodded, smiling. “Thank you.”
Almost as soon as the metal door closed behind him, I heard Bridget shriek into her hands. “That was awesome! How did you learn how to do that? I can’t even talk my way out of a paper bag, but you! You basically controlled that guard.”
“Not control.” I told her. “For some reason, I always know what to say.”
“That’s so cool.”
“Thank you.” I said. “Now then, why are you here? You said you were going to take me home?”
“Ah, yes, right.” Bridget cleared her throat. “I’m from a teen detecting agency called the System.”
I knew it! Katherine cried inside my mind.
Katherine! I playfully scolded her, staring at Bridget, who was patiently waiting as I carried on the conversation in my mind. Am I allowed to handle it?
I cleared my throat and sat down. “How do I know you speak the truth?”
Bridget leaned in and looked into my eyes. “What does your empathy tell you about me?”
She knew that about me? But, how? I blinked, studying her. Sure enough, she was telling the truth. “You are sincere and honest, although a bit flighty at times.”
Bridget laughed. “Thought so. Come on, kid. Let’s get out of here.” She paused as her hand hit the knob. Not looking at me, she supplied seriously, “By the way, call me Big Guy. That’s my codename.”
“Codename?” I was puzzled.
Big Guy sighed. “You’ll see soon enough. Trust me.”
“If you insist,” I shrugged. “Anything to stop the circle of hate.”
It was her turn to be confused. “Huh?”
I smiled, echoing. “Trust me.”
Big Guy rolled her eyes and led us out the door. Sure enough, Mr. Greg was still waiting at his post.
“Hurry and get your things.” Big Guy instructed me. “I’ll take care of the legalities.”
I nodded. “Sure thing.”
Going back to the room I stayed was going to be hard. If anyone was there waiting, they were certain to bully me, just like always. If not, and I somehow got away with my belongings without anyone seeing me, I would be grateful.
Turned out, the Goddess was smiling on me today. No one was in the room, so I was able to grab my backpack and hurry back to Big Guy’s side.
I came upon the end of a conversation, with Big Guy saying. “I am an adult, and I have signed the proper papers for her immediate release from this institution and into the care of Shannon Ryan at Shore Point Academy.”
She pulled a manila folder out of her shoulder bag, handing it to him. Mr. Greg glanced through the pages with wide eyes. After closing the folder, he looked back at her. “Miss Guy, I apologize. Had I known –”
Bridget winked at him. “You didn’t know, and it’s okay.”
“I thought the Academy closed down years ago because the owner died during renovations?”
“Oh, it was, for a while.” Bridget shrugged, “The owner’s niece opened it back up on her eighteenth birthday and we’ve been prosperous since.”
They spoke as if I were not there. Usually that is a good thing; I could learn more that way, but this was idle chatter. I cleared my throat and crossed my arms.
They turned to my scowl. “As interesting as it is to hear all about this Academy I will be attending; would it be too impatient of me to suggest we leave?”
“Oh! Oh, right,” Bridget laughed nervously. “I almost forgot.” She turned back to Mr. Greg. “Now that the papers are in order, we’ll be on our way.” She wrapped her arm through one of mine and smiled at him one last time before shoving past him.
Once we were in the hallway, she broke into a run toward the door that led outside.
“Wait!” I cried, yanking away and rubbing my arm so it no longer hurt. “What is the rush? Why are we in such a hurry?
“I’ll explain later,” Big Guy harried. “We need to go, like now.”
I took a deep breath and ran behind her. I did my best to keep up with her, but she was fast. She stopped at a long black limo and opened the door for us.
Once we were both in and the limo was racing away, I had to know. “What is going on? Why were we running?”
“It’s hard to explain,” Bridget said, nearly out of breath.
“Please try, because I am terribly confused.” I told her. “Is there someone after you?”
“Not me.” She shook her head. “You.”
I blinked. “Me? Who would want to chase me?”
“Does the name Helen Gertrude ring a bell?” Bridget asked.
She would have to say that name.
“I should have known,” I groaned. “She used me as a compliant slave to any family that would pay handsomely for my services.”
“Right,” Bridget agreed. “Unfortunately, Mrs. Gertrude isn’t done with your so-called “services.” Now that they somehow found out where you were, we had to butt in. Fortunately for you, we got here first.”
“For which, I am grateful.” I supplied. “I am to understand they are right behind us?”
“Not yet, but they will be if we don’t high-tail it out of here.” Bridget turned and knocked on the tinted window that separated the cab from the driver. “Book it, Landry.”
I felt the limousine lurch forward and speed on the freeway. Appalled by his driving skills – he would be cited for more than three violations should he get pulled over – I closed my eyes and hung on tight.
“Crud! They’re gaining on us!” I heard Bridget yelp. “Take the secret route. It’s the only way.”
I heard Landry chuckle from the driver’s seat. What was he laughing about? We were being chased and he was laughing!
“I would appreciate arriving safely at our destination.” I forced out, opening my eyes. I was being tossed from one side of the seat to another. “Preferably with my lunch intact and body in one piece, sir.”
“Relax, Ariana Moon.” Landry said. “Trust me.”
“He knows what he’s doing; just let him do it, okay?” Bridget asked.
I huffed, keeping my mouth shut. The winding roads buzzed by me, making me dizzy.
“We’re almost there anyway, so you can relax.” Bridget tried.
“Please stop telling me to relax when it is my life on the line.” I ordered.
Soon, the limousine slowed to the speed limit and I looked out the window. There was nothing to look at but farms with cattle, horses, sheep and pigs. I opened the window to close my eyes and take a whiff. It smelled of peace, harmony and very earthy. For some reason, it smelled right; like home, but better. It was like I owned the land, and I was home. Was this Academy in the country?
More importantly, was there a country gal hiding in me somewhere?
I let the sights fly by, soon falling into a daydream.
I pictured myself and a young man overlooking the ocean, holding hands and walking along the shore. My heart skipped just thinking about him.
He snaked his arm around my waist so we stopped in our tracks and I was able to look into his eyes.
Mahogany-brown eyes, black-rimmed frames covering them and the feelings of infatuation for me growing with each moment we were together. He was taller by a couple of inches; perfect in every way. I had searched for him – or someone like him – all my life, and found him in a dream. The more time we spent together in the Dream Realm, the more I was pulled to him as the Young Guardian to heal his inner demons. At the same time, he was somehow pulled to me to do the same.
Unlike most of the people in my life so far, his intentions were sincere.
I smiled at the image.
“What are you smiling about?” Big Guy teased, watching me.
I shrugged out of my daydream, blushing as I opened my eyes. “A little fantasy.”
Big Guy was interested, if not confused. “What’s that, if you don’t mind my asking?”
“I call him my Imaginary Romeo.” I supplied. “I see him only in my dreams, but the thoughts of him keep me warm at night.”
My gaze went back to the window and I fell asleep as soon as my eyes closed. My mind and magic was exhausted.
I awoke from my nap nearly an hour later when I was tapped on the shoulder. Blinking back to life, I found the limo stopped. “Where are we?”
“We’re here!” Big Guy announced as I followed her out of the limo.
I shivered when the wind tickled my hair and the smell of warm magic welcomed me from inside. “Where is here?”
My question would be answered as we drove up an elongated driveway that led to a huge mansion-like building. Sure enough, as we reached the building, I could see echoes of letters spelling out “Shore Point Academy.”
Echoes of letters on a building usually meant it was no longer what it said. This, of course, meant Bridget lied to me.
I watched as my escort turned to the driver. “Thanks again, Landry. That’ll be all.”
The driver lit a cigarette, his eyes wide as he asked. “See you later Big Guy?”
“You bet.” Big Guy nodded with a playful wink. “I’ll win my twenty bucks back tonight.”
I stood by her when we watched him drive away. After a moment, I spoke up, crossing my arms. “You lied to me.”
Bridget sighed. “Only about the Academy part and I’m sorry.”
“There’s someone else here who will be able to explain it to you better.” Bridget walked, tapping a number into a security keypad and sliding a card through the slot. “Her name is Shannon Ryan, and she’s the owner slash boss of this place. Follow me; I’ll take you to her office.”
Tugging the backpack tighter on my back, I could do nothing but obey. There was something special about this place.
Perhaps this Shannon Ryan woman will be able to tell me why.
The Imaginary Romeo
Bridget was quiet as she walked me down the many confusing halls of this academy-like building. It was set up like an old college dorm, so she told me the truth about that. We stopped at a set of double-doors.
“Go through those doors and past the rows of computers to another door with her name on it.” Bridget instructed me, pointing.
“You are not going in with me?” I queried.
“Sorry Ariana,” She shook her head. “I have work to do, but I’ll see you later. Okay?”
I nodded. “Aye.”
Slowly, I opened the double-doors and could sense the amount of power in the room ahead of me. There was a spell here – a protection spell; I could smell it. Someone wanted to remain secretive. I closed my eyes and opened my empathy.
Somehow, I already know this Shannon Ryan. I thought both to myself and Katherine, if she was still around. I touched the door, immediately feeling the same tingle of magic behind it as I had when I sensed a man with the same surname two years ago. He had silver-blue eyes and dark-as-night hair and called himself a Mystic Wizard. Could they be related?
Before I could say or think anything, I heard a woman say, “Come right in, Ariana. My name is Shannon Ryan and I’m the Chief here at the System.”
I opened my eyes to meet the silver-blue – no wait – brown – no, they were definitely silver-blue eyes of a college-aged woman with long, wavy black hair and a bright smile.
I had to ask, since it was on my mind. “Are you related to Stephen Ryan?”
She smiled, nodding. “Yep. He’s my cousin. I heard he helped you in the hospital.”
I smiled. “He was very nice to me, but he disappeared before I could thank him.”
“You’ll get your chance.” Shannon explained, gesturing to a chair. “Take a seat. Your partner will be here any minute.”
“Wait – partner?” I asked, confused. The questions were going a mile a minute; such as, “What is this place, anyway?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” Shannon sat at a large oak desk and explained what the System was all about.
Originally, it was an Academy, owned by the county, but it closed down due to the Great Depression. Her uncle Theodore Ryan, aunt Dixilynne and uncle’s best friend Mikhail McNathaniels thought of the perfect idea: renovate the worn-down place and disguise it as an Academy and Home for the children no one wanted. (This made me wonder why I was not sent there) Anyway, Theodore Ryan died during renovations and Dixilynne was left to mourn, with Mikhail to comfort her. After a while, mourning was over and it was time to restart fresh. By that time, Mikhail – Mick, as he was known – and Dixilynne had totally different ideas for the buildings, so they went their separate ways. Along the way, her younger sister Sarabeth dying shortly after giving birth to Shannon, and a new arrival in Susan’s daughter had Dixilynne pretty busy. More children came along as she made calls and set everything up for her vision: still disguised as an Academy, yet funded by the county and private money (mostly Theodore’s). She turned the Academy into a place called The System Agency – a teen detecting agency, where teenagers and older children would be trained detectives first, and in specialties second.
“That all sounds good, but what am I doing here?” I asked her. “How did Big Guy know I could Read her?”
Shannon shrugged. “I told her so, as I sent her on the assignment myself.”
“How did you know about me?”
She smiled, blinking. “Come on, Ariana Moon.” She teased. “You can figure that out for yourself.”
The eyes. She could change her eye color. That could only mean one thing.
“You are an Ancient Mystic as well.” I surmised. “Does anyone else here know that about me?”
Shannon shook her head. “Not if you don’t want them to.”
This is the beginning of Aluna’s and Shane’s side of the Young Guardian Saga/Trilogy. Does not have the Draconian storyline added. Unfinished, but what’s in bold has been written here. Enjoy!#1: A Thing Called Destiny BOOK I: The Beginning of Destiny Part One: Shadow and the Mystic Prologue #1: The Mystic Twin #2: The Shadow #3: Destiny Awaits Part Two: The Wars for Power Prologue: Lord Guardian’s Sphere Chapter: The First War for Power Story #1: The Time Bandits #2: The Second War for Power #3: Shadow’s Secret Part Three: Birth of the Grand Magus Prologue: The Dream Locket Chapter: Magic Immeasurable Story #1: Dreams and Visions #2: Luna’s Admission #3: The Unknown Twin Epilogue: Sweet Sixteen BOOK II: Worlds Apart Part One: The Return Home Prologue: Chapter: Story #1: 2: 3:
The Shadow and the Grand Magus Saga:
#1: A Thing Called Destiny
The Beginning of Destiny
Shadow and the Mystic
The Mystic Twin
The blonde girl, only five-years-old, felt so alone as she waited in the car. Just an hour ago, she did a terrible thing. Using a potion of her mother’s, she took the memories from her own flesh and blood. Now she sat staring at the Shore Point Orphanage, tears in her tiny eyes. Already she felt a giant piece of herself was missing. The Forgetfulness Spell worked that quickly, and Aluna Star Woods was sad to see her twin sister go.
They’d done everything together, learning their powers and teaching each other if one of their siblings weren’t around. They were inseparable, but it had come time. Aluna knew it from the moment she woke up that morning with a terrifying premonition in her head. She knew she’d have to give up her other half in order for Destiny to kick in.
Aluna wiped the tears from her silver-blue eyes, catching her reflection in the mirror. She stared at her eyes and wished with all her might she could change them. She didn’t need any reminders of who she once was. With a blink, they changed colors. From silver-blue, the color that showed the Mystic Magic in her soul, they turned ocean-blue, the color of the California shoreline. When she opened them again, she saw her mother walking out of the building.
Without a word, Susan Woods sat behind the wheel and started the engine. Before putting the car in gear, she turned to her young daughter. Aluna saw the tears in her mother’s eyes as Susan’s hand caressed her cheek. She, too, was sad to see Ariana go. This set of twins may have been the Mystic’s most powerful, but the pain of losing one of them still hurt.
Susan put the car in gear and drove away. Aluna was left staring at the building where she abandoned her twin sister.
Someday, Aluna thought to herself, we’ll be together again.
She closed her Empathy power to save herself from the amount of pain she felt deep inside.
“Why must I do this, Lord Guardian?” Susan Woods asked that night. She visited the Dream Realm to see her grandfather, Lord Guardian O’Dell, and tell him what transpired that day. “You know how much it hurts losing a child. Now I’ve lost two. Can’t it be different? Can the twins be together at all, even in thoughts?”
Lord Guardian O’Dell shook his human-male head. He was a Centaur in this form, trying to answer his granddaughter’s many questions. His arms embraced the woman.
“Not even in thoughts, Susan Faith.” O’Dell supplied. “Young Ariana Moon must learn to survive on her own, without her family to stand beside her. I have explained this to you many times, do you still not understand?”
“I understand Destiny, Grandfather, but it still hurts.”
“As it will, but it is for the sake of Destiny.” O’Dell said softly. “I must have a successor, in case I perish. Orthos has already threatened the young lives of many Companion families. I need both of them to learn in order to fully destroy him.”
Susan looked to the ground. O’Dell kissed her forehead. “Dry your tears, Young One. The time will come for them to be together again. It is not far.”
Susan looked back up at him, wiping her eyes on her gown-sleeve. “I only want to be sure they survive the separation.”
“You have no faith in them?” O’Dell teased her.
“I do, my Lord Grandfather, but these times are tough. No amount of Magic is going to help.” Susan said.
He saw how stressed she was and hugged her.
“Go home, Susan.” He kissed her cheek and pet her hair. “Morning comes, along with many other things.”
“Don’t I know it?” Susan remarked. She waved her arms, covering her face and body with a dark mist before disappearing into thin air.
When the girls woke the next morning, Susan took Aluna to her Grandmother’s house. Susan pulled up the narrow driveway that led to her mother’s house. She looked to her young daughter when she asked the question.
“What are we doing here?”
“It’s your turn, Aluna.” Susan replied.
“My turn, Mommy?”
“Your turn to be away from me.”
“Needn’t ask questions, darling one.” Susan tried to hold in her tears. “Your grandmother Dixilynne, my mother, is going to take you for awhile.”
“Why can’t I stay with you?” Aluna asked sadly.
“I told you.”
“Yes, darling. Destiny.”
Susan pulled up the driveway and stopped the engine. “It’s going to be hard honey, but we have to do it.” She stared into her young daughter’s eyes, which had turned a different color. “Why did you change your eyes?”
With that, they headed up to the house.
To Aluna, it was a creepy house. It looked like a castle from another land, deep, dark and mysterious. There were even bats in the bell tower, and the faint ring sounded in the air. Aluna was confused and scared. The gigantic bell wasn’t even moving. She shivered, moving closer to her mother’s pant leg.
“Okay, young one?” Aluna nodded her head, following her mother up the stairs.
Susan knocked on the door and waited.
“Come now, Aluna. It’s not all that bad.” Susan replied, trying to smile for her. She squeezed the girl’s hand. “Everything will be as it should soon. Just watch.”
When the door opened, Aluna saw the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen. She was tall, with long black hair, silver-blue eyes and sparkling smile. Only, when the woman saw who it was, her smile turned to a frown.
“Susan.” The woman gestured for them to follow her inside.
“You know why I’m here, Mother.”
From afar came a young girl’s voice. “Who’s there, Aunt Dixie?”
A little girl a little older than Aluna came from another room. She greeted her visitors.
“Hello Susie.” The girl smiled. “What are you doing here?”
Susan smiled at her young cousin. “Nice to see you, too, Shannon.”
“Don’t dawdle. Come on in, you two.” Dixilynne closed the door behind them. She gave Susan a look.
Is this the one? Dixilynne sent to Susan in her mind. It was called telepathy, and all four of them had it. Only, Shannon couldn’t hear the conversation.
Susan nodded. This is Aluna, the younger one. Just as Shannon was the younger of Aunt Sara’s girls. Grandfather doesn’t want Shannon to know the truth.
I understand. Dixilynne supplied. “Tell me, whose child is this?”
“A friend of David’s family.” Susan said, making up a lie as she went along. “Her name is Aluna Star Sister.”
Dixilynne gestured to Shannon, who was standing aside, watching the little red-blond haired girl watch her from behind her cousin’s skirt.
“Shannon, why don’t you take Aluna down to the building and show her around, okay?”
“Sure thing, Aunt Dixie.” Eleven-year-old Shannon Ryan smiled at the little girl, holding out her hand. “Don’t be afraid, Aluna. I won’t bite you.”
Aluna looked from her mother to her grandmother and finally to Shannon before smiling back and holding out her hand.
And so, from that day on, Aluna would remain an almost-sister to little Shannon Ryan, who was six years older. The story went that her parents died in a horrible wreck just outside of Los Angeles, leaving the only child to be orphaned. Rather than see that happen, Susan brought the child to her own mother after the legal trials had finished. According to Shannon, the story was that Susan was a lawyer in the case, and fell in love with the five year old child.
As for the girls, Shannon led Aluna through the many vast tunnels and underground mazes that lead to a grand building.
“Wow.” Aluna gasped, staring at the entrance in awe. “What is this place?”
“Aunt Dixie calls it the System.” Shannon replied. “It used to be a college, but that was before I was born.”
“How old are you?” Aluna asked, smile on her face and inquisitive look in her eyes. Her blond hair was up in pig-tails, and her blue eyes were wide with excitement.
“Almost twelve, why?”
She shrugged. “Just asking.”
Shannon rolled her eyes, thinking. My peace and quiet, sweet privacy was lost and gone forever. I’ll probably have to share everything with her. I never had to share before, but I guess now is a good time to start.
Shannon showed her to her room, letting her in the door with a key. Aluna found a bed and started to jump on it.
“You aren’t supposed to jump on the beds, Aluna.”
“No one will know but us.” Aluna continued to jump. “Don’t you ever have fun here?”
Shannon stood above her and thought for a minute. “Not really, but I can.”
She surprised both of them by taking off her sandals and jumping on the bed beside it, which turned out to be her own.
“There. All better!” Aluna cried as the girls burst in giggles.
They only stopped when there was a knock on the door.
“What’s going on in there?” It was a male’s voice.
“Nothing, Doctor Swanson.” Shannon yelled back, winking at Aluna.
“Behave, okay? Don’t make me turn to Dixie, Shannon Ryan.”
“I won’t!” Shannon cried, giggling.
“We’ll behave, sir!” Aluna added when she stopped bouncing.
Later, Dixilynne told Shannon what was to happen with the child.
“She’s going to live here with us for a while.” Dixilynne explained. “I want you to be nice to her. She’s had it rough these few months. Do you understand me, Shannon?”
Shannon took her new almost-sister’s hand. “Yes, Aunt Dixie. I’ll make her feel right at home.”
From the mischievous grin on her niece’s face, Dixilynne could tell Aluna would fit in just fine.
Shannon led her new sister back to the room that night to unpack. She noticed the girl was quiet as she unpacked her small suitcase to the dresser beside the bed.
“You miss your folks, don’t you?”
Aluna looked at her and nodded, wiping the tiny tear from her little eye. When she blinked, Shannon swore she saw the pupils change color. The child blinked again, turning them back to the original color.
How strange? I must be seeing things. Shannon deducted.
“Call me Luna. I like it better.”
As any eye or heart could see, Luna and Shannon became like sisters practically overnight.
He had always been shy, and not really the center of attention.
He grew up like one of the happiest young boys anyone could encounter. He was intelligent, always keeping to himself. He would pretend the world was his and take over. Little did he know his childish pretending would bring grief and despair.
His parents, who he loved dearly, thought he was just playing with pipe-dreams, getting himself into too much trouble for a boy of 8. He was often teased in school for being a dreamer. He had the best grades, no doubt, but his mind still drifted off in classes. He can’t remember ever having a real friend at school. He never really wanted or thought he need them. But he did, especially when he turned nine.
When he turned 9, Shane Morehouse’s parents were killed instantly when a semi-truck hit them head-on after a fancy party. Of course, he was devastated, especially when he found out there wasn’t a soul for him to go to.
He was alone. They put him in foster care after the funerals, and he had no choice but to let them. He was in a foster home, hidden in his room when he met the woman who would change his life forever.
He was reading a book when she knocked on the door.
Shane looked up, not saying a word.
“Hello Shane.” She said to him.
He stared, watching as she sat next to him on the bed.
“My name is Dixilynne Ryan.” She replied. “I’m the owner and executor of a teenage detecting agency just west of here.”
Shane’s eyes widened at the word detecting.
“I want you to join the System, Shane.” Dixilynne supplied gently. “You’ll have a home there, with everything you need at your fingertips. You will be one of the many who will become the best in the country, if not the world.”
“What about Cheryl and Kyle?” Shane asked. Those were his new foster parents, who were mean to him.
“They aren’t here, and as far as I can tell, they could care less about you. Am I right?” Dixilynne stated.
Shane looked down to his lap.
“I know about your nightmares, Shane. I want to help you overcome them, and learn to be a better person.” Dixilynne said. “I’ve been watching you here in this house, and I have one question for you.”
He sat up, interested a little.
“If you had the chance for a better life, would you take it?”
Shane stared into space for a few moments, contemplating. He looked at Dixilynne and nodded excitedly. “Definitely.”
She smiled, then brushed her palm against his cheek. “Meet me after school. Name the place, and I’ll find you.”
It was a cool day in November when Shane started his new life.
“Ready to go, sport?” Dixilynne asked with a grin.
Shane tightened his bag on his shoulder and took a deep breath. He nodded and followed her to the awaiting limo.
“Adam Landry, this is one of the new recruits I rescued.” Dixilynne gestured for Shane to shake Adam Landry’s outstretched hand. “His name is Shane Morehouse.”
Adam nodded his head, taking the cigarette out of his mouth to speak. “Nice to meet ya, kid. The girls are goin’ at it again, Dix. Why don’t you do somethin’ about them?”
Dixilynne nodded, winking. “I plan on it.”
Adam laughed. “Atta girl.”
Dixilynne opened the door for him. “Climb on in, Shane, and I’ll introduce you.”
He climbed inside and saw two girls sitting across from them.
“Shane Morehouse, I’d like you to meet my niece, Shannon Ryan,” Dixilynne pointed to the girl with dark hair and a dark, serious expression on her face.
Shannon turned from the window to nod at him.
Not very talkative. Shane thought to himself.
Dixilynne went on. “And our first-ever New Recruit Manager and one of the youngest recruits, Aluna Sister.”
Shane’s heart jumped when their eyes met.
Aluna smiled back. She had hair the color of gold, and eyes the color of the ocean. She had a gentle smile, but had a certain mischief about her that intrigued him. “Call me Luna.”
“Sure.” Shane stammered. He shook his head, coming back to his senses. “What is the System, anyway?”
“To the city of Shore Point, it is a home for underprivileged kids. I take in the kids no one else wants, and give them a home where they can learn and grow healthy. In reality, it is a place where those same kids can grow into the world’s most prominent detectives. If you do not want to be a detective, we have loads of positions to fill. Whatever talent you possess, we will teach you how to hone it and make it your specialty.” Dixilynne replied.
“Don’t bore him, aunt Dixie.” Shannon said. “What she’s saying is simple. You’ve just been taken from people who don’t care about you to a place where they do. Easy as that.”
“Easy.” Luna and Shane echoed.
From that day on, they were the best of friends as well as detectives. Soon, because of his demeanor and lack of trust for many people, Shane was nicknamed the Shadow.
Having a different name made him feel like a new person.
Two months into his new home, the phone beside the bed rang. He was sharing a room with a computer genius named Alan Deneson.
“Get that, will ya?” Alan mumbled.
“You’re closer, Chips.” Shadow mumbled back, using Alan’s preferred nickname.
With a groaned “I hate you,” Chips answered it. “Yeah?”
“Wake up, Alan.” It was Dixilynne’s voice calling. “Wake up Shane while you’re at it.”
“What’s the big rush, Dixie?” Alan sat up and clicked the lamp on before putting his glasses on his face.
“Ask questions later. Just get down here.”
With that, she hung up.
“You got it. Let’s go.”
Shadow groaned. “I hate waking up early.”
“Get used to it, Slick.” Chips replied as the boys dressed.
“I’m only nine!”
“Dixie doesn’t care about age. You know that.” Chips supplied. “Look at me. Dixie found me four years ago.”
“Ready to tell me your story?”
Chips looked at him, frowned and shook his head. “In time, my friend. In time.”
“I get it. The whole ‘different place, different face’ bit, huh?”
Chips smiled. “You’re catching on.”
The boys arrived at the Computer room in no time. They met up with other new agents, plus Dixilynne’s new boyfriend Michael McNathaniels. Michael, who everyone called Mick, was the leader of the rival detective agency, the Network.
Shadow saw some of his agent friends when he walked in the door. As soon as he saw Jamie Stewart at a computer, Chips went to him, taking the keyboard from his best friend’s hands and typing away. Jamie paid attention to both his best friend and the elder couple at the same time.
This left Shadow alone to sit in a silent corner by himself. His eyes surveyed the room. Loraine Joyce, a book-smart red-head who was training to be a junior-doctor, had her nose in a medical journal. Her glasses slipped down her nose when she reached to turn the page. Beside her was her partner and best friend Cindy Marshal, who was a suave, sophisticated girl with short-cropped black hair and big blue eyes. She was staring at Dixilynne intently. Then there were Shannon, Dixilynne’s niece, and her best friend Bridget Guy, a New Yorker chic Shadow thought had a cool attitude. Mick’s son Nick was whispering into Shannon’s ear, holding her hand and making her smile.
“Isn’t Luna going to join us?” Shannon asked.
Shadow’s sensors perked when he heard the name.
“I’m sorry, Shannon. Not this time.” Dixilynne sounded sad.
“We could use her help.” Bridget supplied after her best friend Shannon. “She’s good at this kind of thing.”
“If I may be so bold, what is going on?” Chips asked.
“I’ve brought you here to introduce you to a new project.” Dixilynne supplied. “You know Mick and his son Nick. They have agreed to help us.”
Shannon let go of Nick’s hand when he cringed. She went to her aunt. “Help us with what?”
“There’s trouble in the Dream Realm. Each of you has certain talents and abilities that will help in the Wars for Power.”
“What, may I ask, are the Wars for Power?” Loraine looked up and asked.
“Yeah, and what’s the Dream Realm?” Cindy echoed.
Shannon and Dixilynne looked at each other. “Do you want me to tell them, Aunt Dixie?”
Dixilynne shook her head. “No, I will tell them. The Dream Realm is a place where your every dream comes true. Every wish can be yours. It is the place where you live your dreams. Everything is perfect there. No hunger, no famine, no disease, nothing can get in the way of the perfect paradise.” She started. “Unfortunately, with the forces of good in the Dream Realm come forces of evil. Destroying, decaying, torturing, excruciating evil. That evil is threatening to destroy the Dream Realm and its ruler, my father, Lord Guardian O’Dell.”
“Yeah, right.” Jamie sniffed.
“I see you do not believe, Mr. Stewart.” Dixilynne said curtly. The use of his last name made him wince. She was known to only use first names with her family of recruits. “Tell me, if it is not true, how do you suppose I know of your own dreams to be an electronics professor?”
“I-uh-I don’t know, ma’am.” Jamie shook his head.
“What about the actual world in which you dream?” Dixilynne asked. “In it, you are powerful, using anything in your environment to fight off your nightmares. Every night, you dream in the same world, am I mistaken?”
Jamie shook his head again.
Chips looked from his best friend to their boss. “What can we do to help?”
So began which would ultimately become known as the Dream Realm Crusades.
It was night in the Outer-World, eight years later. Luna Sister, as everyone in the System now called her, was dreaming in her bed. The dream became a nightmare when Luna turned into her lost twin sister Ariana.
In the Dominion, Sabrina met her brother Damian and enemy in a secluded place west of Dark Tower. She saw Luna in the glowing cage and laughed. “You told me to do better, so you only have yourself to blame.” Sabrina crooned.
“I ought to zap you.” Luna grumbled.
“Do not even try using your precious powers against me. You will pay severely.” Sabrina replied, her red eyes twinkling.
“Let me go, Sabrina!” Luna demanded angrily.
“Out of my hands.” Sabrina raised her hands to the air. “You are now the servant and lover of my dear, lonely brother Damian.” She laughed maliciously before saying. “Tah-tah, darling!”
With that, Sabrina left. Luna glanced at Damian’s smiling face and did the only thing she could think of to do. She started to cry angry, scared, and lonely tears.
When that scene faded into black, another came to view. Again, Luna felt as if she were her lost twin, living the horror.
In the Dark Tower, Luna was busy finishing her chores for her new (gulp) boyfriend. She had absolutely no feelings for Damian at all, but was too afraid for her life to stand up to herself. It was her very existence in both world’s that kept her listening to Damian. She didn’t want to die before seeing her love, Derrick, again. Not to mention her daughter, Kelina Erin.
Damian took her back to the cell, after only an hour of freedom. She sat lonely, depressed, and hungry. Luna tried to think of something to appear in front of her, but using her powers meant pain.
Luna sighed, noticing a faint shadow coming toward her, and was helpless as to sense who it was. She was frightened and backed away until she could faintly see the figure of a cat in the dim light.
“Katherine!” Luna whispered, excited. She recognized the feline friend of every Mystic Dreamer. “Am I glad to see you!”
Katherine put a finger to her lips and whispered. “My cousins must not know I have found you.”
“Have you come to rescue me?”
“I apologize, but only Damian has the key to this decrepit dungeon of yours.” Katherine purred sadly. “I have come only to bring you some edible food from the Garden.” She handed a bowl to Luna, who began to eat hungrily. “They also must not know I have brought you this. It must be kept a secret, understand?”
Luna nodded, grateful to have such a noble friend in Katherine.
Katherine left then, hurrying back to the door.
It was too late. Orthos grabbed her by the arm and stopped her. “Well, well, what do we have here? An accomplice to crime, I presume?”
Orthos’ eyes glowed red, and Luna gasped in horror for her Balinese pal. “Don’t you dare hurt her, Orthos!” Luna screamed.
“What will you do about it?” Orthos replied sarcastically, releasing Katherine. Katherine stayed, just to watch. “My crafty son has you locked in a cage, unable to use any of your power to escape.”
Katherine ran away then, afraid for her life.
Orthos’ attention was to Luna. “You are as helpless as a newborn babe.” He faced her, and she tried to move back, but was frozen by his stare.
Orthos moved closer, and whispered in her ear. “Admit it, I have won.” He cackled, then left her alone again.
Being unfrozen, Luna slumped in her spot, defeated. What was going to do without her new powers to escape?
Luna woke up in tears. Snuggling in her sheets and being very silent, she cried herself back to sleep. She hated her Clairvoyance with a spite, especially now.
There were going to be big changes in her life, and Aluna Star was scared spitless.
Shadow was awake, feeling his dear friend Luna was in pain. He didn’t know how he knew, but he did. Perhaps it was her Mystic powers that did it?
Then again, maybe it was all his imagination?
Shadow shook his head, making his way from the bed to the kitchenette without waking Chips. The dream seemed so real, he could have smelled Orthos’ breath in her ear. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He took a seat on a barstool once getting himself a glass of water.
Without thinking, he clasped the Dream Locket around his neck and closed his eyes, thinking of her. He saw her in bed, crying herself back to sleep. To his own eyes, he saw and felt the strange necklace around his throat. He grasped it in his mind, thinking about Luna. Right away, his heart melted.
He sighed. If only she knew how he felt about her! He didn’t know what to do, so he gulped down his water and set the glass in the sink. He was much too chicken to even open his mouth around her but in friendship or on the job. It was pitiful. If only he could bring up the courage to ask her out!
He shook his head. It was too late at night to contemplate his pathetic existence. Time to get back to work in the Dream Realm.
Something told him the Crusade from eight years ago was far from over.
In the morning, he was dressed and facing Shannon in her office. He told her his dream, to which she smiled.
“How can you smile like that, Shan?” Shadow asked her. “I felt her pain. Luna’s going to be in danger soon, and I want to be there to stop it.”
“I can understand that, Shadow. Really, I do, but there’s something wrong with that dream.”
“It wasn’t her.” Shannon replied. “I don’t know how I know, but I do. It’s not Luna; it’s someone entirely different.”
“How would you know?”
“I dreamed it, too.” Shannon supplied. “Soon, Shadow, I promise. I can feel it in my bones.”
“Like you felt Orthos’ destruction back in the Crusade?” Shadow remarked sarcastically. “Your feelings were wrong then, and they’re bound to be wrong now.”
“We’ll just see about that, Shadow Morehouse.” Shannon stood and faced him. “On a lighter note,” she grinned, sitting back down in her chair, “I believe that dream told you something.”
“What was it supposed to tell me?”
“Make your move already!” Shannon laughed. “I know for a fact she likes you, and can tell you like her. Why not make it official?”
“You know I can’t do that.” Shadow said. “My knees turn to Jell-o whenever she’s around. I can barely talk to her, let alone ask her out.”
“You saw a strange necklace in your dream?”
Shadow was curious. “Yeah.”
“What about your feelings? Were they so intense, you could have sworn you were there beside her, feeling her every ache and pain?”
Shadow’s arms crossed his chest. “Your point?”
“Let me put it to you this way.” Shannon started. “Have you seen the necklace Nick wears?”
“Like the one in your dream?”
“Almost exactly like it. Why?”
“It’s called the Protectors’ Pendant.” Shannon supplied. “No one knows how or why, but it links soul-mates together.”
Shadow was silent in thought. “You mean to tell me…?”
“You and Luna were made for each other!” Shannon stood and hugged him. “Isn’t that great!”
“Yeah, great.” Shadow remarked. The watch around his wrist beeped, and he looked at it. “I’ve gotta run. See you later, Shan.”
Shannon winked. “See you, and good luck with Luna.”
Shadow laughed lightly. “Yeah, whatever.”
Shane left her office with a smile. As soon as he opened the double-doors that led into the hallway, he could see Luna running toward him. He watched as her long red-blond ponytail whipped in her face as she ran.
It was only a matter of seconds before she would collide into him..
“Hey!” Shadow cried, grasping her. He hoped to stop her, or at least slow her down some. “Where’re you going so fast?”
“Sorry Shadow. I can’t talk now.” Luna, known now as “Jen-Jen,” puffed, catching her breath. “I’m in a hurry.”
“Oh, okay I guess.” Shadow replied softly, looking down.
She’d grown up beautifully in the last several years, and he’d been watching her every move. Shadow always had a crush on the petite Aluna Sister, but was too shy to speak up to her except in friendship.
Now is your chance Morehouse! Go for it!
She started to leave, but he stopped her. He suddenly screamed, “Stop!”
Luna turned. “What?”
“Are you doing anything tonight?”
Jen-Jen blushed. “No, Shane, I’m not.”
Luna was the only one that he would let call him by his real name. “Well, did you want to do something later tonight?”
Luna looked to the ground, cheeks reddening. “Sure. See you later, Shane.”
Shadow smiled at her and waved. “See you.”
Luna shook her head and headed in the direction of Shannon’s office for her main mission.
Shane Morehouse smiled to himself.
Late that night, he heard a knock on the door. Without waking Chips, he unlocked it, opening it carefully. To his surprise, it was Luna.
“Hi.” She said softly.
Shane was nervous. “Hi.” I repeated.
She smiled. For a 15-year-old, she sure was pretty. He thought to himself.
“Wanna go for a walk?” She asked in a whisper. “I know a great place around here that no one ever goes to.”
He nodded, not really sure he wanted to do it or not. She took his hand and they were on their way. Shadow had no choice but to follow her.
Luna took him through many corridors and hallways before announcing. “We’re here. Welcome to my personal paradise.”
He looked around. It was a warm spot where the ocean met the shore, and the crisp California air made the night almost bursting in romance. He didn’t know what to expect.
“It’s beautiful, Luna. How did you find this place out?” Shadow asked her.
Her blond hair was in a short ponytail. “On my own.” She replied, sitting down on the sand. He sat beside her. “I originally came to the System, to that house, actually,” she pointed to a small house in the distance, “when my mother gave me up at the age of 5. It’s been abandoned since Dixie died, so I had to move into a dorm room in the System building with Shannon.”
He sat quiet, listening.
“Well,” She continued. “I began to wander, bored of all the nonsense around here, not really caring for what happened. I found a secret passage from the house to the System, and often went where I wanted, curious. One day, I went the wrong way, and ended up lost – in this paradise.”
Luna closed her eyes then, and as a surprise, Shadow kissed her cheek.
She immediately opened them and looked at him, a hand on the kissed cheek. “What was that for?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Maybe because, even in this paradise of yours, you’re prettier than ever.”
She blushed, turning away. “Thanks, I guess.”
“I really mean it, Luna.” He told her. Now was the time, and this definitely was the place, so quiet and peaceful. “Ever since I saw you my first day here, I’ve been thinking of no one but you. You may have your selfish times, but I know you don’t really mean to hurt anyone.” He looked at his lap as she stared. “I guess what I’m trying to say is…” He took a deep breath, and looked into her eyes. “I want you to be my girlfriend.”
Luna gasped. “You really mean it?”
“Yes, and why wouldn’t I?” He asked her. “I like you, Luna. A lot.”
“I like you, too, Shane.” Luna said simply.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed her full on the lips, eyes closing in ecstacy.
I’ve been dreaming about you all my life. He heard her voice in his head.
When they parted, he looked into her eyes, amazed. “Did you say that?”
Luna smiled, and explained. “I’m what’s called a Mystic Sister. I normally have the power of clairvoyance, but my telepathy is just as strong. You must be someone special to me, Shadow. I haven’t used it in a long time.”
Shane was confused. “I’m special to you?”
She nodded, smiling. Taking his hand, they watched as the California shoreline rose on the sand, and the sun disappeared in the ocean.
The Wars for Power
Lord Guardian’s Sphere
Lord Guardian O’Dell felt it hit like a ton of bricks. In his Pegasus form, he flew down to his Castle Chambers, ready to take on evil. O’Dell was angered as he took on his human-male form. When he barged in the door, he saw his Dream Realm’s Sphere glowing intensely in the corner.
The vision in the Sphere gave him the creeps, and its image weighed heavily on his mind. The image of his twin brother Orthos, known as the Dominionite Master, wasn’t one O’Dell wanted to see. It told him Orthos was again up to no good.
O’Dell waved a hand over the Sphere again, changing its image to one he could tolerate. A beautiful young belle named Enchantra, with her sparkling black hair, stars twinkling in her silver-blue eyes, came into view, melting his angered thoughts. She was the only one that had captured his heart so long ago. He took a deep breath as the vision of Enchantra turned to give him a smile. She and her three sisters, Mystica, Jezebel, and Challandra, had been separated during the War for Province. Jezebel had gone to Orthos’ side, to be his wife. Challandra stuck by her twin Enchantra and the youngest, sweet Mystica, had blended into the Dream Realm by becoming a Provincian, a common villager of the Province.
Sweet, innocent Mystica. The mere thought of her sent his heart aflutter. Since the War for Province, Mystica alienated herself from her sisters. Thinking of her once again made him remember the task at hand.
Changing form again once free of his Castle walls, O’Dell soared the skies, looking for someone in particular. A boy no longer a boy, but a man. A Companion-born male named Braken Joel Hawk. Deep in the Realm of the Ancients is where he found the kit who was his true son. He was there with his sister, Laurynne Silver-Hawk, the Secret Child of the Realm.
The siblings had the same Mystic powers their mother had, as well as the Wizard powers O’Dell had. It proved to be a very interesting combination in the first Companions born of the Dream Realm.
“My Lord!” Laurynne cried, bowing to him as he touched ground. “What brings you to the Realm of the Ancients?”
“Serious news, Laurynne.” O’Dell supplied. “Braken Joel.”
“My Lord Guardian.” Braken Joel knelt at O’Dell’s feet.
“I need you, Joel.” O’Dell said.
“After the War for Province, you would have nothing to do with me.” Braken Joel stood and spat. “Now, you need me? Tell me, Lord Father. What do you need me for?”
“Your mother has bore a pair of twin kits.” O’Dell ignored his son’s behavior. “I need you to keep them safe.”
“Are they, uh, yours, Father?”
O’Dell shook his head at his daughter. “Nay, they are Braken Hawk’s.”
“You are certain this time?” Joel asked, frowning. “It took too long for you to tell me my true parentage.”
“Absolutely. They were not born human, as you both were.” O’Dell pointed out. “They were indeed born kittens. Twin kittens I might add, who will help stop Orthos one day.”
“How do you know this?”
“My Sphere told me a tale I did not want to hear.” O’Dell supplied. “I do not wish to tell you this, but I must.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I will die in the next War.”
Laurynne gasped. “Nay! Father!”
“Is there anything we can do?”
“I only ask Joel’s assistance in this, Laurynne.” O’Dell said. “For now, you are needed more here than anywhere else.”
“What did you want me to do with the kits?” Braken Joel asked. “Besides keep them safe.”
“That is all for now.” O’Dell replied. “That will be enough.”
Laurynne and her brother Braken Joel nodded.
Braken Joel knelt in respect. “Your will is my own.”
“Thank you, son.” O’Dell placed a hand on his shoulder. “I will return soon.”
Laurynne hugged him. “Luck, Father.”
Spreading wings, O’Dell was on his way to the Mystic Palace.
He appeared in front of the Palace of the Mystic Sisters, Enchantra and Challandra. Glad for the pleasant distraction, he rapped on the brass knocker.
“Coming!” Came a distant female voice from the other side. A moment later, the door opened and a gorgeous belle greeted him with a bright, sunny smile. “My Lord! What a nice surprise!”
Was this the face of his love, Enchantra?
No, he thought sadly.
“May I come in, Challandra?” He pleaded, desperate. He changed his figure to a human male.
Challandra could sense the urgency in his voice. “Aye, certainly. Come in.” She watched as his hands shook, with nerves bulging. Challandra took one of his hands, leading him inside. “Would you like something to calm your nerves?”
O’Dell shook his head, holding it. “No. Thank you anyway, Challandra.” He followed her to the living quarters. “Is Enchantra around by any chance?”
“Right behind you, O’Dell.” Came Enchantra’s voice from behind him. She saw the worried look on his face and placed a hand on his arm. “Is there something bothering you, my love?”
Sadly, O’Dell nodded. “I am afraid so, Sisters. I have reason to believe Orthos is up to his tricks again.”
The sisters exchanged a glance and Challandra gasped.
“What can we do for you?” Enchantra asked, worried herself now.
“The Mirror. I must see the Mystic Mirror.” O’Dell commanded, searching the Palace. His mind was whirling thoughts for a plan of attack.
“Certainly.” Challandra replied. “Right this way.”
With her sister behind her, Challandra led him to the Mystic Mirror Room. She opened the door with a short melody and the trio stepped inside.
The sisters watched and waited patiently as their Guardian stared into the Mirror.
“I see . . . I see . . . ” O’Dell muttered under his breath, waving his arms in front of it. “I see it’s time for another war against my brother.”
“You do not mean–?” Enchantra asked, unsure.
“Aye,” Lord Guardian looked from one twin to the other.
Challandra sighed. “Have you not fought with him before, without our help?”
O’Dell glared at her. “It’s not a joke, dear Challandra. It’s a matter of dreams and death.”
“My apologies, my Lord.” Challandra bowed her head.
“O’Dell, certainly you do not mean your own death?” Enchantra asked gently, worried for him. She put a caring hand on his shoulder. “Do you?”
O’Dell closed his eyes and nodded sadly. “Aye.”
“Not to worry.” Enchantra assured with a nod. “We know what to do.”
“We will help.” Her sister said, reluctant to go along. She knew the importance of O’Dell’s visions.
“Thank you, Sisters.” O’Dell replied, giving each of them a kiss, on the cheek for Challandra and the lips for Enchantra. “I knew I could count on the two of you!” He turned to leave. “For now, I must ready my successor. I will be back to look in on you.” O’Dell gave Enchantra another kiss as he exited the Palace. He changed from a human male to a Unicorn-Pegasus and flew away.
Enchantra looked at her sister as they watched him leave. “Do you remember what must be done?”
Challandra nodded, reluctant. “I remember. Find Dixilynne and explain ourselves.”
Enchantra could tell her sister wasn’t happy nor interested in O’Dell’s implied suggestion. “I will go while you stay here and guard the Palace.”
“Thank you, Enchantra.”
She sighed as she left for the Outer-World.
O’Dell stopped first to tell a frightened, seven-year-old Ariana Moon her promising future. Before he went back to the Dream Realm, he saw Ariana’s unknown twin Aluna. He found her crying in bed, trying hard to keep her tears silenced.
“Why do you cry, Young One?” O’Dell changed his Unicorn form to human in order to help calm her. The girl hadn’t seen him in nearly two years, so he didn’t want to scare her.
She looked up from her pillow and glanced at him. He put his index finger to his mouth, silently telling her to be quiet. He then pointed to the bed next to hers, which held a sleeping, thirteen-year-old Shannon Ryan.
Luna looked from Shannon’s sleeping form to her Lord Guardian, smiling and nodding her little head. She wiped a trail of tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.
I cry because she is in pain.
“She, meaning your sister?”
Luna nodded. I can still feel her, my Lord. I turn my Empathy off, but I can still feel her. I don’t understand. Why can I still feel when she is in intense pain?
O’Dell grinned. “You are both twins. Powerful in your own rights, as well.” He hugged her. “I came to give you something, Young One.”
He closed his hands in front of her eyes, which lit up in delight when they glowed. When he opened them again, he held a necklace. It was a locket shaped like a globe, and had a unicorn with a jewel in the middle of its head. The jewel was made of a kind of crystal she’d never seen before, and it was all incased in a Dream-Catcher’s webbing. It was beautiful in a mystical way, hanging from its silver chain.
Luna took a deep breath, taking it and hugging him tightly. It’s so pretty! Thank you!
“It’s not only to look at.” O’Dell told her, placing it around her neck. “It’s for you to wear. It’s called the Dream Locket, and it holds the magic of the Dream Realm inside the gem.”
She took it in her hands to admire it. Does she have one, too?
“Aye, Ariana Moon has one as well.” O’Dell told her. “I gave it, and her title, to her. She knows nothing about the Mystics, and it will stay that way for many years to come. Is that understood, Aluna Star?”
Luna looked him in the eyes. Aye, my Lord.
“I know you miss her, and love her very much.” O’Dell supplied. “She needs to learn her magic on her own, with no help from you or any other Mystic in this world.”
I promised not to tell, and I haven’t. Honest! I’ve kept my distance for two years, not even using telepathy to talk to her. Luna told him. I’m learning a lot about my powers, Lord Guardian. Gramma Dixie is so proud of me! She even says my Clairvoyance is stronger than the rest of my powers.
O’Dell couldn’t help laughing at the child’s enthusiasm. “Calm down, Young One. Dixilynne has kept me updated on you. She tells me you are ready to learn more.”
Oh, yes! I am! I want to learn it all! Luna nodded ecstatically.
“I have another surprise for you then.” O’Dell said. “Your sister is my successor. That is why she has to learn on her own. She will have to be tough in order to be the Young Guardian.”
What about me? Luna asked in her mind.
“That is the surprise.” O’Dell supplied. “You are the Grand Magus. Capable of learning and using many kinds of world magic. You also must learn on your own. No one must know about your magic, except Dixilynne. From now on, I will address you as the Grand Magus. Soon, when you have your Mystic Oath, you will be introduced as that title. It is one you will earn, not just have. Only you will be able to control the magic within.”
Luna yawned. So much information. I don’t think I can remember it all.
“You will, I promise.” O’Dell said. “I must go. Use your new Locket to travel to the Dream Realm. The Dream Chant will come in time, and you will be able to use it as well. For now, I bid you good night and pleasant journeys.”
Pleasant journeys, Lord Guardian. Luna snuggled into her sheets, clasping her new Locket.
O’Dell stared at the young child who would grow to become one of the most powerful Mystics in Enchantra’s line. Aluna Star was his great-granddaughter. She held great potential for powerful and intense Magics.
If only she didn’t rely on mind-touching with her twin. Both the Young Guardian and the Grand Magus should be able to fight on their own, without help from their sister.
He sighed, tucking the sheets to the sleeping Luna’s neck. Patting her head and kissing it, O’Dell disappeared, ready to take on death.
The First War for Power
Enchantra worried for Lord Guardian O’Dell. The love of her life, Lord of the Dream Realm and father of their three now-Earthbound daughters. She also worried for her dear twin Challandra, who missed O’Dell’s youngest brother Lord Byron and their four young children.
O’Dell had seen his own death in his Sphere and it depressed her. Sure, Enchantra assured him she and her sister knew what to do, but did they really? What could she do to stop the hands of fate from killing her lover?
For the first time since sending her daughters Earthbound, Enchantra visited the Outer-World. She hovered above her eldest daughter’s bed, watching as Dixilynne Ryan slept peacefully beside her new beau, Michael McNathaniels. Michael’s arm was protectively wrapped around her waist. Enchantra smiled, floating herself to Dixilynne’s side as she gently woke her with magic.
Dixilynne took a breath, opening her eyes. She sensed someone near, and used her power of Empathy to feel who it was. When she saw her mother’s form hovering over her, she smiled.
Enchantra nodded with a solemn look in her eyes. You have grown beautiful, Dixilynne. She sent to her daughter’s mind using telepathy. Time here has aged you gracefully. What is your Earthbound age now, daughter?
Knowing Michael was sleeping, Dixilynne answered only in her mind. I claim fifty-three Earthbound years. Mick says I do not look a day over thirty. With Empathy, she could sense something else was on her mother’s mind. Why would she visit the Outer-World now? Has something happened, Mother? Am I needed at home?
Nay, daughter. Enchantra shook her head. You will be safe here.
Dixilynne’s eyes narrowed. Safe from what?
Orthos has declared war upon Lord Guardian. Enchantra explained. O’Dell has foreseen his own death in it.
Dixilynne gasped, sitting up. “No. It cannot be true.” She whispered.
Enchantra put a finger to her lips and pointed to the sleeping form of Michael McNathaniels.
He sleeps soundly and peacefully, Mother. Dixilynne supplied in her mind with a loving grin to her beau. She turned back to Enchantra. Is there anything I can do to stop Father from dying?
Enchantra shook her head sadly. I am afraid not.
At that statement, Enchantra disappeared back to the Dream Realm.
Dixilynne lightly caressed Michael’s sleeping form as she pondered her mother’s words. Mick never knew of her Mystic heritage, and how she was born in the Dream Realm. He never knew she was thrown from that perfect world when she was a child, left on the cold streets with her twin and younger sister. He never knew she was more special than he realized.
The only other Earthbound to know her Mystic secrets was her now-dead Earthly Protector, Theodore Ryan. Theodore and Michael were best friends, each striving to be the best detectives in the world. They had different ideas for detecting agencies, but the same devotion to Dixilynne. When Theodore started renovations on the old Shore Point University building eight years ago, he was hit by an I-beam, knocking him unconscious. No amount of Dixilynne’s Healer’s Power would wake him from death’s door.
Since then, it was Michael that stood beside her. He mourned with her, long after Theodore’s funeral. Though busy building his own business from the ground up, Michael helped her finish renovations and start her own agency in Theodore’s honor. Now, Michael’s agency called the Network and Dixilynne’s own called the System were in playful competition with each other. They were even raising Dixilynne’s six-year-old niece Shannon and Michael’s seven-year-old son Nicholas together.
She brought her thoughts back to her mother’s words. It would seem she would lose her loving Father, Lord Guardian O’Dell, eight years after her beloved Theodore.
She would have to tell Michael the truth of her Mystic heritage, so he could mourn with her once again. Would he be willing to understand her complex story? Would he still love her and cherish her once he knew?
Dixilynne snuggled back into her comfortable bed by Michael’s side. She would let the fates decide that, and leave the matter wherever it lay.
In the Dream Realm, peace was lost.
The feeling of dread was unbearable. Lord Byron knew he had to fight alongside his brother O’Dell, but he didn’t want to get involved. It was only by Challandra’s pleas he would find himself doing what he hated most.
“Minx, my son, come to me.” Lord Byron whispered to his oldest son.
“What is it, Father?”
“I have to leave the Barracks and return to your mother’s side.” Lord Byron explained. Minx knew there was more to it, so he listened, staring at his father. “Orthos has declared war against his twin O’Dell. I must join the fight.”
Minx nodded. “I will be okay, Father. I will watch over my brothers and sister.”
Lord Byron placed a hand on his son’s head. “You will be in charge, Minx. Stay hidden, for I will return when it is over.”
Lord Byron stood, going to each of his children and hugging them goodbye. They were silent, knowing not to say a word. He looked back one last time before heading out.
Braken Hawk, a Balinese feline Companion, followed his wife Mystica to the Palace of the Mystic Sisters, Enchantra and Challandra. She wouldn’t say a word as she hurried. He wouldn’t ask questions, knowing her visions were strong ones.
When they reached the Mystic Palace, Mystica found her elder twin sisters talking with the Lord Guardian of the Dream Realm, O’Dell. He wasn’t smiling, and neither were her sisters.
“Orthos is attacking the Companions.” Mystica cried, out of breath. The trio turned to stare at her. “He calls upon the Stalkers and Djinn to help him destroy our world.”
“We will not let that happen.” O’Dell remarked. “I will go to him myself.”
“Not without us, you will not.” Enchantra barked. Challandra and Mystica nodded after her. “We stand beside you all the way.”
“As do I, brother.” Came the husky voice of Lord Byron.
“Do you join the battle, Braken Hawk?” O’Dell asked of him.
“Aye, my Lord Guardian.” Braken nodded. “Though it is safe now, our home will not be for long.”
“I agree.” Mystica said. She turned to Lord Byron. “Do you still know where we might find Chase Moondancer and his band of Dweller-kin?”
Lord Byron nodded. “Of course. Chase is still raising the young Ramon.” He said. “Should I tell him the Dweller kin-Clans are needed?”
“If they decline, tell them the kin-Clans owe us.” O’Dell remarked. “From there, find us at the battlegrounds.”
“Aye, Brother.” Lord Byron left on that.
Mystica held her head, suddenly feeling dizzy. Braken caught her before she could fall to the ground.
“Hurry, Orthos is coming with his Dominionite Warriors.” Mystica spoke up, trying to stand with her husband’s help. Her sensors were going haywire, and she felt dizzy.
Enchantra sat her down inside the Palace.
“Stay here, Mystica, please?” Enchantra asked. “Your Magic is weak as it is.”
“I have to fight.”
“You are in no condition to battle.” Challandra told her. “Just stay here.”
“I will fight for both of us.” Braken vowed.
In front of her eyes, Enchantra, Challandra, and Braken disappeared, going to battle.
Mystica knew she had to go, too, but she couldn’t move. The Magic in her system was weakened by travel.
O’Dell stayed behind for a moment more. “Were there any other visions, Mystica?”
She shook her head. “None I can change.”
O’Dell knew then she had also seen his death.
“Go stop Orthos, O’Dell.” Mystica whispered.
“If you are sure.”
Mystica nodded. “I will go when I am needed.”
O’Dell disappeared after kissing her cheek.
With that, she sat back, watching the battle from the vision her Staff gave her.
She saw fires of Mystic Magic flying to and fro, and Dominionite Magic firing back. Many Companions were in the middle, which included her husband Braken. Shouts and cries of battle were heard, until she couldn’t stand anymore.
She was needed.
Mystica made the vision disappear before she threw her Staff down. “Time to fulfill my Destination.”
When she reappeared, she was right in the middle.
Across the field, her twin Jezebel was behind Orthos. She had a protective shield around herself, blocking the shots of good Mystic’s Magic.
“I told you to stay behind!” Enchantra screamed above the noise.
“I could not have you take the credit, dear sister!” Mystica screamed back, blocking one of the Dominionite bursts of fire-magic with a Water shot of her own.
“Stop this!” O’Dell cried to them. “Fight them off, as much as you can!”
Upon seeing her twin, Jezebel shot a Dark Magic burst from her palm. The shot ripped through her sister’s heart.
“No!” Enchantra and Challandra screamed with O’Dell and Braken.
Braken and the sisters immediately went to Mystica’s side when she fell. The sisters tried to heal her, to no avail.
O’Dell could feel the pain of Mystica’s death in his heart, and his eyes darted to his brother Orthos.
“You are not as powerful without Mystica around, are you O’Dell?” Orthos gloated, laughing.
“Why kill her over this?” O’Dell roared, angry.
He shifted from his Pegasus-Unicorn to a Unicorn-Dragon, red-eyes glowing. He took a breath and blew fire out of his nostrils at him. Orthos blocked the shot, directing it back to O’Dell, who still hung in midair. O’Dell fell from the sky, his form changing back to a human male as he hit the ground.
Enchantra went to him, crying in pain. O’Dell’s blood was everywhere.
Jezebel just stared at the scene, a look of shock upon her face.
Challandra stood beside her twin’s kneeling form, staring up at Orthos.
“You have won, Orthos!” Challandra cried. “O’Dell is dead. Mystica is dead. Hundreds of Companions are dead. This realm is yours for the taking.”
Orthos cackled, his entire gang of Dominionites, Djinn, and Stalkers disappeared with him. At that moment, all Mystics and remaining Companions could feel the defeat on their very souls.
In the Outer-World, both of Enchantra’s Earthbound twin daughters woke up screaming.
In Shore Point, Michael McNathaniels was there, waking up with Dixilynne. She was hysterical, crying and shaking. He held her, soothing her cries and drying her tears.
“It was just a nightmare, Dix.” Mick whispered in her ear, rocking her in his arms. “It wasn’t real.”
She made him see in his own mind what woke her up screaming. The entire scene of Orthos’ battle against the Mystics, ending in O’Dell’s death.
“My God, Dixie.” Mick whispered, staring into space and digesting the vision she gave him. “How horrible!”
She wouldn’t speak aloud, only in her mind. O’Dell was my true father. Now he is dead.
It wasn’t the first time in their relationship she’d spoke directly to his mind. He didn’t know what to say. He just held her tight, consoling her the best he could. When the words finally did come, they were heartfelt.
“I’m sorry, Dixilynne.” He whispered, hugging her. “I’m here for you. I won’t leave you alone to mourn the loss alone.”
Dixilynne met Mick’s eyes. Thank you.
Wanting to take away the pain from her heart and mind, he made love to her. For the moment, Dixilynne forgot everything but Mick’s very presence in her arms.
The Time Bandits
Five years later, Dixilynne was still trying to figure a way to bring O’Dell back to life. The obsession tore a rift between Dixilynne and Michael.
Sure, she had told him everything about the Mystics, swearing him to secrecy. He didn’t seem to understand the reason for her obsession. Men, women, and children everywhere were dreaming terrible things, nightmares plaguing their minds. In their waking lives, they were angry, mean, unrelenting people, hurting everyone in their paths.
Dixilynne wanted to stop it, returning peace to both the Dream Realm and the Outer-World. She wanted everything back to normal again, and the only way to do that was to bring her father back to life.
Her mind reeled with thoughts when the phone rang.
“I just wanted to apologize, Dixilynne.” It was Michael, and he sounded honest. “For doubting you and your visions. For not believing you when you told me about what you called Dreamers were doing in their waking lives. It’s all true. I’ve seen it for myself.”
“I know, Mick.” Dixilynne said softly. “It’s the beginning of Destiny.”
“Destiny.” Mick echoed.
“Hear me out.” Dixilynne said. “It’s all going to end soon. I’ve seen it.”
“That’s good to hear, I guess.” Mick was confused. “You’ve found a way to bring him back, then?”
“Not yet, but soon.” Dixilynne supplied. She smiled. “All will be as it should be.”
She could sense him relaxing. He sighed over the line.
“So, is everything back to normal with us?” Mick asked.
“Yes, Mick, it is.” Dixilynne laughed. “I’ve got to go for now. Susan brought over her daughter Aluna and I want to have Shannon show her around.”
“I’ll see you later then, okay?” Mick wondered hopefully. “I love you, Dix.”
“I love you, too, Mick.” Dixilynne hung up the line and sighed happily, staring at the phone.
A knock on the door interrupted her romantic thoughts, bringing her back to life. She used Empathy to find it was her eleven-year-old niece, Shannon.
“Come in, Shannon.”
“How’d you know it was me?” Shannon asked as she shut the door behind her.
“I always know.” Dixilynne supplied with a grin. “Where is the young Aluna?”
“I left her sitting on the bench, just outside.” Shannon told her, slumping into a nearby chair. “Why?”
Dixilynne groaned, rolling her eyes. “Shannon Cecilia Ryan, what am I going to do with you?”
“What’d I do, Aunt Dixie?” Shannon wondered.
“The girl is only five-years-old.” Dixilynne tried to explain. “She cannot be left on her own like that. Now, go get her and show her around the System.”
Shannon stood. “Yes, Aunt Dixie.”
“Aluna is your responsibility, is that understood?”
“Yes, Aunt Dixie.” Shannon echoed as she left, shutting the door behind her.
A year later, Shannon burst into Dixilynne’s office while she was talking with Mick. Two of her new-recruit friends were behind her.
“Aunt Dixie, I may have the greatest news for you!” Shannon cried happily.
“Well, what is it, child?” Dixie asked, looking to Shannon’s friends.
“Jamie and Chips stumbled on something that just might bring Lord Guardian back from the dead!” Shannon cried. She pushed the two boys from behind her to face Dixilynne. “Go on, tell her!”
“We call it the Time Bandits, Dixie.” Alan “Chips” Deneson remarked shyly.
“It started out as just an experiment.” Jamie Stewart responded. “I was tinkering with some old computer equipment, trying to put together the perfect dating machine.”
“When we put characteristics in the computer keypad, there was a flash of light.” Chips continued. “Before our eyes could adjust, there stood two holograms.”
“Actual, real-deal, fully-interactive holograms.” Jamie supplied. “A guy and a girl. We named them Alex and Gloria, and told Shannon about them.”
“Somehow, Shannon could tell they weren’t really holograms, but ghosts from another dimension.” Chips said.
Dixilynne looked to her niece, who was nodding.
“Turns out, they were from the Realm of the Epsilon, trying to find their time-traveling killer.” Shannon said. She nudged Chips.
“We really wanted to help them, so we rewrote the original program and made them electronic bracelets to wear.” Chips remarked, rubbing where she nudged his side.
“What did the bracelets do?” Mick asked. He was amazed to hear two young boys could do things normal men his age couldn’t understand.
“The hologram-like ghosts were pure energy in this world.” Jamie explained. “The bracelets tapped into the energy they were emitting, making them solid again.”
“We made two for ourselves, just to see what they would do to us.” Chips said. “Jamie tweaked our bracelets so they wouldn’t shock us.”
“How are your Time Bandits going to help bring Lord Guardian back to life?” Dixilynne was confused.
“That’s the good part.” Jamie said. “Turns out, the bracelets we wore made us travel back and forward in time.”
“In our own time-lines, of course.” Chips said. “So we couldn’t go back as far as the Middle Ages or anything like that.”
Dixilynne was beginning to understand. “How were you able to control what year you traveled to?”
“There’s a small, numerical keypad on each bracelet.” Jamie said. “As a part of the experiment, I tapped in the year Alex and Gloria were killed. Sure enough, I was whisked there in a flash of light.”
“You got back by tapping in the year you left?” Dixilynne asked curiously. Jamie and Chips nodded. “Do you still have the program, boys?”
Again, they nodded.
“Yes, Dixie.” Jamie supplied. “I managed to keep all the bracelets, too, once Alex and Gloria were returned to their own time.”
“Would you say the program is stable enough to use again?” Mick asked them.
“Why do you think I brought them here to tell you about it?” Shannon beamed.
“Sounds good to me, kids.” Dixilynne remarked. “I need to talk this over with a few people. I will let you know later what we are going to do. For now, back to your studies.”
Shannon, Jamie and Chips left the room.
Mick hugged Dixie, saying after a moment. “You were right, as always.”
“Of course I was.” Dixie said. She thought for a second. “About what?”
“This. The kids finding a way to bring O’Dell back.” Mick teased her nose with a kiss. “You saw it last year, didn’t you?”
Dixilynne remembered. “I Saw a big part of it, that’s all.”
“Who else do you have to talk to?”
“Mother and Aunt Challandra in the Dream Realm.” Dixilynne told him. “See if they approve of the idea.”
“I’m sure they will.” Mick remarked. “In fact, I’m betting on it.”
The original story of “Legacy of the Dragon Mistress” started, but it hasn’t been edited, yet. The main beginning is there, however. It will eventually be in Sabrina’s own words, and besides Adellandra for Ariana and Draconis for Derrick, nothing else has been changed:
Sabrina’s Legacy: Legacy of the Dragon Mistress:
Legacy of the Dragon Mistress tells the story of a young Dragon-Mistress of the old Dominion in trouble, and must keep the newborn hidden from her attacker, Bane’s son Dominick.
Lady Guardian Adellandra Dratianos must help her. The Dominion Chamber, dark and gloomy, has Lady Guardian wishing for home, but something stops her. The urge to help the very young, very pregnant Dragon-Mistress.
She acts as a mid-wife, slowly taking care of the bed-ridden Dragon-Mistress. A tune in Dark Draconian is heard, and song rings in Lady Guardian’s mind as the Dragon-Mistress is in labor. She must sing it, in order to deliver the baby dragonlet.
Lady Guardian is in for a surprise when she finds the Dragon-Mistress’ identity – her old enemy, Sabrina! Though she believes her old nemesis has gotten soft over the years, Lady Guardian can’t help being wary. This gets Lady Guardian thinking about the family, and her promises. Will Lady Guardian be able to keep her promise to her cousin to take the baby to safety?
The Last book in the “War of the Realms Saga“; after Young Guardian Trilogy and before The Crusader Mysteries. Currently undownloable due to it’s still in the editing stages.
Book 3 of the War of the Realms Saga; War of the Realms! After Young Guardian Trilogy and before Crusader Mysteries. Currently unable to download because it’s still in the Editing Stages. Enjoy!
2nd book in the “War of the Realms Saga“, after Young Guardian Trilogy and before The Crusader Mysteries. I now Present — DEMON FIRE!
Currently unavailable for Downloading, due to it not being edited from beginning to end.
The Final installment of the Young Guardian Saga, renamed. Draconian storyline not inserted, yet. Since it is finished, here it is, in a different, easier to read format!
Including Young Guardian Saga novels #3 The Immortal Legacy, and #4 Dawn of a Destiny. This copy doesn’t have Draconian Storyline to it, but since it is finished, I figured I would change the format.
Young Guardian Trilogy!
#1: Young Guardian and the Dominionite — the 1st in the Young Guardian Trilogy; in the process of being rewritten with the Draconian side attached, so it makes sense with “Dusk Before the Dawn“. This Novel includes “Young Guardian Saga” Book 1 “Welcome to Your Destiny!” and Book 2 “Dominionite’s Revenge” This copy has some of my very own typewritten notes on the side!