Of Crowns and Magic
Then she ceased to exist
They had been on the run for hours. She was losing her strength. The woman was tired, and she knew he was too. It was only a matter of time before they caught up to them, but she couldn let that happen.
She knew they were after her son. His existence was a threat, and he would always be in danger, but she would be damned before she let anything happen to him. They couldn keep running, so she had to decide fast.
Completely out of breath, Islean kneeled before him. She spoke hurriedly to her son as she shoved a ring into his finger: ”Your father will find you, and he will explain. ” ”Keep this with you always and never let it out of your sight. ”
”Mother, Im tired, ” the boy grumbled; his eyes watery as he stared at his mother, scared.
Islean cupped his face in her palm as she looked into his eyes and said, ”I know, I know, you don have to run anymore. ”
A quick kiss to his forehead, and Islean brought out a knife from her cotte, put it to her palm, and made a cut. She turned her son around, made a similar cut on his back, and rubbed her palm on his cut. It burned immediately their skin made contact and her son let out a cry.
With swift grace, Islean rose to her feet and spoke in a language only she could understand.
As she spoke, a thick fog covered them, and she took her sons hand in hers.
”Mine for his, ” she said aloud.
The fog circled them as a flicker of fire burned from its middle, then the fog became a fire that erupted and engulfed them.
…
When the trackers that led the soldiers stopped suddenly mid-track, the mercenaries knew they had found something.
It was easy to know who the captain was among them because he looked the part. He had the eyes of death that could scare off anything born or made of man, a scar above his left eye that showed he had been to battle but survived, and then the formidable build of a warrior. The captain got off his horse and made his way to the ashes they had found. He squatted as he examined the ashes.
It didn take time before he rose and spoke to another soldier,
”Send word to him, they burnt, they
e dead.
”
…
A nauseous wave hit a girl lying on the floor as she felt a tight pull on her stomach. Her tongue felt dry and her throat ached. It felt like every part of her body was on fire, but it wasn . Her head hurt so much and as she tried to move, she found she couldn because her hand and feet were bound. The floor felt hard against her back, but she felt movement around her like she was being carried. Then she tried to open her eyes to see what was happening, but they were too heavy.
To free herself, she rallied all her strength and tried to draw herself out of her subconsciousness, then her eyes opened.
She looked around the room. It wasn like anything she had seen before. There wasn much to look at, and it felt like a cramped box. She felt the wood against her back and struggled to sit, but she was weak. She noticed her clothes were different and made a mental note to find out who changed her.
This wasn possible. She was just standing at the gallery with everyone. How did she get here?
What was happening?
It had to be a dream, but what was that awful smell?
The girl grimaced as she made one more attempt to sit upright, but knocked over a plate with her foot. The noise made her head hurt, but it was enough to make the box stop suddenly. Then she heard the footsteps. It sounded like the sound had alerted someone who was now making its way to find out what had caused it.
She heard the hinges move and as the door of the big box opened, the man who had opened it made a weird squirm as he stepped back in shock at what he had seen. She watched as he stared her down. He looked at her like she wasn something of this world.
”Luna? ” he called, shock written all over his face.
The girl stared back;
”Can you hear me, Luna? ” He repeated;
Amelia wanted to ask who or what this Luna was, but she didn because the man kept looking straight at her as if she was supposed to know.
He asked again, ”Luna, can you hear me? ”
Amie didn know how to respond, so she said nothing, but she nodded her head to let the man know she could hear him.
”Bloody gods! ”
The man took a step back and closed the door, but Amelia heard clearly as he screamed;
”Recourse, back to the castle! ”
So they were coming from a castle? What castle? How did she get into a castle in the first place? And what was this god-awful dress she was wearing? Amelia had never been so confused. She needed answers, but first, she tried to replay events from her day to see if it would help her figure out how she got here.
…
Amelia hated mornings.
It was a reminder of times passing and all the things she had to do but couldn find the motivation to do. She had woken up at 6:59 am that morning like she always did just before the sound of her alarm rang at exactly 7 am and it usually took her a few minutes to get out of bed.
As usual, she was unmotivated. Her laundry was overdue, her groceries were exhausted, and she still hadn found time to call the electrical company to fix the water heater.
She hated cold showers.
So she made a mental note to call the electrical company before leaving her apartment.
She had recently gotten on a plan that was supposed to help her fix her hatred for mornings and put her on a precise schedule to boost her productivity, but she definitely wasn faithful to it. Amelia got out of bed, took off the only tee she was wearing, and got into the shower. As the water hit her bare skin, she let out a soft grunt. The cold today was unusual, but she stayed in the shower and got soaked in it.
Amelia was what you would have described as a problem child. As a kid, she had gotten into trouble a lot. It was the only way she knew to release her anger until she found art.
Art was her escape. She was drawn to it the moment she picked her first brush at the local gallery close to the orphanage. Art became her life, literally. Being an artist kept her sane and centered. Art brought her all the opportunities she wouldn have gotten as a problem child. It put her in the public eye – she could have done without that- but it also had its perks, like the exhibition she had to attend later tonight. Regular people didn get invited to exclusive events like this, but being one of the best artists made it a norm for her.
The exhibition was by the state to showcase a recently discovered collection of works dating back to Ancient times. That alone piqued her interest. She had once been intrigued by the ancient times and had done research in that field, but she usually got bored with it when nothing of value came up, so she finally dropped it. She still did not know how they had found this collection, but she was looking forward to learning about it at the
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