Forces Collide, Jamie Wilson [best e reader for android txt] 📗

here in Anthatal, I know that two of you is destined to become and Uruohtar like those behind me. I do not know however whether they will be human or elf, or one of either race," I said brightly.

"A human! But they are weak and could betray us!" cried an elf man. Then outcries continued on, fury in every voice.

Gaelira roared in fury and everyone was quiet.

"Listen to me once and for all. The humans here in this city are friends to me. They are not as useless as we elves, vain as we sometimes are, think," I thundered. "Every single one of you has the right to touch these!"

With that I muttered a spell and placed the eggs in front of me for them all to see. Slowly to queue of people filed past, each pausing with a hand on either egg to see if the rough shells would shudder.

Soon it came to Collin's turn. He actually greeted me and then touched the eggs. He had started to move off when the steel grey and purple egg shuddered.

"Cohnal, wait," I said quickly, eyes on the egg.

"He turned around straight away. "What is it?" he asked. I could tell he was confused.

"Look at the egg," I said brightly.

It shook harder this time, more visible to people further from it.

"Why is it shaking like that?" Collin's voice showed his disbelief.

"I believe it has chosen you," I replied. "Welcome to the ranks of the Uruohtar's Cohnal."

He took the egg and moved to sit next to his sister while the egg hatched. My attention was now on the second egg, Drannor had now reached me.

"La stella lusin ni fin gia du lye engame, Llye Alusa," Drannor's voice said.

I simply smiled at him, not letting on to anyone about who he was to me.

Then Drannor rested his hand on the black and gold egg in-between us.  He yelped a minute later as if a bee had stung him.

My eyes widened at the sound. It seemed that only the elves reacted in such a way to being chosen. Then something drew on my strength as the eggs hatched, it was my spell.

I repeated the words I had said to Cohnal, as Drannor moved a little way off. My voice was calm and pleased, hiding the pride inside me. My chosen mate had been chosen by a wyvern. This had only happened once before, for my parents.


Chapter 13

Whenever Drannor and I were apart the next day, I was busy forging my chosen gift for him. I was careful to shield my mind though and it often drove him mad.

For I was planning on giving him a sword that matched his wyvern's hide. The blade would be curved, as was the typical shape of our swords, and down it would be the inscription, I love you, Drannor. The hand guard of the sword would be back, and the blade gold. The hand guard would be the same topaz colour as his eyes and would be shaped like two wyverns with their heads thrown back ready to belch fire.

The sheath of the sword was another matter entirely. It was going to be a darker gold colour, but not the same gold as his wyvern was in part.

The words on the blade would be black. The blade was going to be exceptionally slim as well. As for the gem that would make up the pommel, it would be a piece of topaz.

At the same time, my gift kept trying to guess what he was going to give me. There was one clearer picture and that was of a gleaming, white diamond bladed, carnelian handled sword but who forged it was still a mystery.

One of the elder sword makers had agreed to help me forge the sword. She knew that it was a special gift for my mate, everyone knew about our imminent marriage now.

My father was the responsible one there. He'd told a few friends and others had heard. Now every elf in Anthatal knew that Nuala's adopted son had won the elfin Princess' hand. It was worthless denying it, as if I did, the elves talked to my father.

I soon reached the forge and the elf immediately let me in. One of the first things she said to me was, "I remember the day that I helped your mother forge Sylleth for your father. I also had the pleasure of doing the same for King Sudryl for his mate."

That really made me wonder how old she was. My grandfather, King Sudryl, had lived over three hundred years ago. It seemed that more than one member of my family had come to her for help. I was not the first.

Quickly I described the sword I wished to make. The elf agreed on how I wanted it to look, she actually sketched it onto a piece of clear glass with magic as I described it. I looked on, as the sword appeared colored and everything.

"This is the sword you wish to make is it not?" the elf asked.

"Yes, that is it," I said. "Its as if you took it from my mind."

"No: merely your description. It's a magnificent looking sword," the elf replied.

We both then heard someone moving up to the door of the forge. As the elf hastened away to go get the door, I hissed, "In case it’s Drannor, shield your mind!"

The elf nodded to me and then slipped out of sight. I had to heavily guard my own mind, not liking that at all while she talked. It was Drannor and he wanted the elf to help him with something. She simply told him to come back tomorrow as she was presently busy.

I called Bjart over when she asked me to and I had called him because I needed Gaelira to be doing what she always was, spending every free moment with Ackron, so Drannor did not get suspicious of where I was.

The elf had Bjart break a long rod of what seemed to be white metal into two pieces, one a meter long, the other's length did not matter as she put it away. We then worked together to get it done as soon as we could. Usually she would have taken two days to get the sword done, but with my help for the easier parts we got it done in one day.

She actually sent me to find Neldor, who should be shedding his skin today and bring him to the forge. She then told him of what was going on and he happily agreed to us using a few of his hard smooth small scales for the handle.

"Thank you, Neldor," I said when he left.

"Don't mention it, my Queen," the wyvern fledgling chuckled.

Not long after the sword was finished and sunset would not be far off. The elf offered to keep the sword until tomorrow night for me, so Drannor did not discover it.

I thanked her and quickly walked to the sparring fields where I knew Drannor would be. He was sparring, against two other elves. I watched as he duelled. He finished the fight a few minutes after I got to the fields. Then he turned around and was by my side in an instant.

"Hey honey," he said, kissing me gently.

"Hey Drannor," I said, smiling wearily. I was tired. "How's your day been?"

"Alright, it got better though when you got here. I missed you sweetheart. Where have you been?"

"I have been helping to plan our wedding. You're fortunate you don’t have to help with that. You just have to be there on the day."

"When's it going to be?" Drannor asked curiously.

"Not tomorrow, but the day after," I informed him. "I have something else to do before I meet you back at the tree in a little while okay?"

"Sure," he laughed.

I left, and hurried to where the dress was being made. We all worked hard for a few hours and it was done. It was so beautiful.


Chapter 14 – The Big Day

When I woke up in two days time my father was sitting in my room waiting for me to wake up.

“Atar,” I sighed rolling over so I could see him. It felt good to have woken up, I knew what today was. My wedding was today and it felt like today had taken an eternity to come.

“Tinu,” Zelphar replied. “I came to see if you were awake, to find you’re still in bed on one of the biggest days of your life.”

I sat up and slowly got out of bed. “I can’t believe today’s finally come,” I remarked. “Go get ready father. Tiatha will be here shortly.”

Zelphar hugged me and then said, “I’ll be back in an hour or so dear. It’s a big day for you today.”

He left my room, shuting the door behind him. I quickly changed into some normal clothes. Less than a minute later, Collin and Sam came in to me.

“You two know what you’re wearing?” I asked. I had their clothes in my closet.

“No what are we wearing?” Sam asked. Ashlere came prancing in, followed Nuala and by her mother..

I quickly fished out their clothes and passed them to the twins.

Nuala was wearing a beautiful red gown already, and her mahogany hair was already in an elaborate bun on her head. “Time to get ready Princess,” she said.

“Is it already?” I muttered, stunned.

“Yes,” Laura replied. “You slept in too late. The wedding is in two hours.”

I yelped with disbelief at her statement. It would take longer than that for me to be ready. “On no,” I complained.

“It would take me three hours to get you ready on my own, but Nuala and Laura said they will help me,” Tiatha replied .

“I am ever so sorry about that,” I said. I felt like a fool, why didi I have to oversleep on a day like today that was important to me?

Then I became of a ruckus coming from a room upstairs that I knew Drannor was in getting ready.

“No father, I am not coming home. Our kingdom can be ruled by someone else. I belong here in Anthatal,” Drannor’s outraged voice came to us as we all chatted working together.

“Son, you belong with us. Your mother is dying. I came because you are her named heir,” a male voice said, somewhat calm. “These elves are not our allies, son.”

“I don’t care. Thirty years I have spent here in exile. Now you wish me to return? I know the Cyan Elf laws. I cannot return,” Drannor hissed.

“If you were any other elf that would be truth. We can withdraw it just for you,” the other elf hissed.

“My loyalty is to the elves here and my soon-to-be-wife. Can we please put this discussion on hold until tomorrow? It would be more suitable then.”

“Very well. For today I shall simply observe the goings on here. I will greet this elf whom you love. It is true that it is your choice even if you did choose one of these vain, spiteful Garnet Elves.”

“Her name is Gem!” Drannor said defensively.