Ancient Mystic's War of the Realms Saga, Lady Adellandra Dratianos [kiss me liar novel english .TXT] 📗
![](/uploads/posts/books/3/2/6/8/lady-adellandra-dratianos-ancient-mystic-039-s-war-of-the-realms-saga-2.jpg)
- Author: Lady Adellandra Dratianos
Book online «Ancient Mystic's War of the Realms Saga, Lady Adellandra Dratianos [kiss me liar novel english .TXT] 📗». Author Lady Adellandra Dratianos
eyes and shook his head. “You will never learn.”
“What did I do wrong now?” Drakkar moaned.
Draconis never had the chance to answer. Instead, the female voice of their sister Dracora boomed matter-of-factly. “You forced her to See something she was not ready to See.” The Countess nodded to her older brothers as she approached the Thrones. “The young Adarra may have welcomed your voice in her mind and love into her heart, but she was still not ready to learn the truth.”
“What about Adellandra?” Drakkar asked them both. “Was she ready to learn who she was?”
Draconis nodded. “She was more than ready, thanks to our Brattona.”
“Not only me, Satil.” Dracora grinned, using the Wolf-Speak word for ‘brother’. “The Ancient Mystics helped by keeping them alive in midst the chaos of war. I only nudged her by Feeding on her during delegations for the Mortallan War.”
“I know the story.” Draconis’ frown turned to a smile. Dracora smiled as well. “You Fed from her, forcing my beloved to Drink from you; all without her knowledge or consent. Now, while I first thought it was wrong as well, I now thank you. By placing that compulsion spell on her, it readied her mind and magic for what was to come. Therefore, she was ready to return to me.”
“Well, I did help more than that.” Dracora supplied. “When I heard a rumor about the ‘Lost ones,’ I had to interfere. Based on what I heard and saw in the recent War of the Realms, how she reacted to our Dweller-kin leader Ramon and the Hunters’ presence, I knew she was ready to reunite them.”
Draconis laughed. “Brattona, I know the story; the entire story. Adellandra allowed me to share with her memories of her true self. It would seem when she Fed from me for the first time in ages, she remembered everything, sharing it with me.”
Drakkar sighed. “So, you got your dear Empress back. Big deal. What about Adarramena?”
“It will take more than you to remind her of her true-self.” The three siblings heard their younger brother, Dranus announce from behind Draconis.
All three were surprised to hear Dranus say anything on the matter. He was usually silent, listening as he played the role of Draconis’ Branno, his brother-like bodyguard.
He continued. “As you can recall, Lady Adarramena was pretty stubborn. She always had to learn on her own, even with you around. So, in order for her to remember and accept what the fates had brought her and her siblings, she has to do so on her own.”
“For once, you are right, Dranus.” Dracora supplied.
Drakkar growled, angry. “Enough! I do not care how long it takes her, I will have her back!”
“As you will!” Draconis growled back. “She and Adellandra are fighting with their old nemesis within their minds. We must all have patience. I, for one, am willing to wait for her permanent return to my side as my Empress. Now then, you will leave here and not return until you can act appropriately in my Chambers!”
The twins growled at each other until Drakkar shifted to his demi-form of half-dragon, half-immortal male, and disappeared.
Dracora and Dranus looked at each other, silently waiting until Draconis calmed himself. For eons, the twins were always at each other’s throats. It was only when they mated with the Dranna twins Adellandra and Adarramena that they actually acted like brothers should.
Silently seething, Draconis quietly announced. “Leave, both of you.”
“I will not.” Dranus supplied, shaking his head.
“Nor will I.” Dracora said. “We must stay together as a familia. Peace in our Nations depends on it.”
Draconis, Lord Emperor of the Dragon Nations looked at each of his younger siblings. He knew his sister was right, but he never liked waiting. He also knew Dranus would never leave his side. They were Brannos.
Draconis sighed.
Both Dranus and Dracora smiled at each other.
“Let’s go see what more we can do about my Empress’ return.” Draconis supplied, grinning.
II
“Do you really think Drakkar is right?” Aluna, now named Adarramena asked her twin. The two were taking a walk, spending some quality time together and trying to figure out the new-old memories in their minds. “I mean, was he my true-mate as he says he was?”
“I told you what I think, Sita.” Ariana, now named Adellandra remarked. “Even when we were young, we always thought we did not belong in this Realm. Now that my memories have been restored, it would seem that yes, we are the Dranna twins. Drakkar is Draconis’ duo-bratton, so yes, he may be right.”
“But is he right about Shane being only a useless mortal?” Adarramena asked. She stopped in her tracks. “I don’t want to lose him.”
“And you won’t.” Adellandra supplied. “It is up to you to choose, or not. It is your choice, not Drakkar’s, who you mate with. If you choose both males, than you will have to deal with both fighting each other over you, unless they can somehow get along and work it out between you.”
Adarramena sighed. “I wish I didn’t have to choose.” She thought for a moment. “This must have been how you felt with Aaron and Derrick.”
Adellandra took a breath. “Aye, that is how I felt back then. I made my choice then, but now, it seems to have been the wrong one.”
“What do you mean, the wrong one?” Adarramena asked. “Of course you made the right decision. Aaron has his own Earthly Protector. He just had to accept you were not for him in order for him to open his mind enough to sense her. That’s all.”
Adellandra shook her head. “That’s not what I mean.” She supplied. “I have been feeling fleeting emotions for Derrick even more now that Draconis shared memories with me.”
Adarramena took a moment to think. “Hmm.”
Adellandra wrapped an arm around her twin’s shoulders. “Besides all that, how do you feel now?”
“Betrayed. Lied to. Used.” Adarramena answered. “All in all, confused.”
“I understand it is a bit much, being drawn in from one Destiny to another without knowledge or control.” Her twin replied. “I also understand what is going on, who we were before we were five years old.”
“That was the time I had to give you the Forgetfulness Spell.” Adarramena supplied. “Little did I know just then how much I was going to miss you.” She sighed. “I just wish Scar never shared his memories with me. I’m all sorts of befuddled now.”
“Understanding will come in time, I assure you.” Adellandra kept her smile. “Just as it did when we were given our flashy titles. We had to live, to love, to learn, and to grow before understanding who and what we were to become. Sure, we may have seen the future in Visions, but clarity didn’t come until those Visions came true.”
Adarramena shook her head. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand.”
“What’s there to not understand?” Adellandra asked. “You were mated to Drakkar long ago as I was with Draconis, we were somehow blooded by the Mystics and forced to grow up without each other, given our separate Destinies, and we were thrust into the Dream Realm’s battles as Crusaders. At least Antony, the youngest Dranna sibling Anton, never knew blood or battle. We can be thankful for that.”
“He knew of it, but had never been in a battle.” Adarra supplied. “Antony confided more in me than our other siblings. He felt more comfortable, like I would understand more than they would.”
“Which you did, because you felt the same.” Adellandra intervened. “As I said, we each thought we didn’t belong here. We were different, even from our Mystic family, we just never knew how.” She clapped her hands. “Well, now we do! We’re not only Ancient Mystics, thanks to that blooding, but Draconians. Even better, we were Royalty in the Dragon Nations. According to Draconis, his Branno Dranus, and the children, I was his Lady Empress at Mal’estar and their Dragonwolf Matéré.”
“What about me?” Adarramena asked. “Who and what was I?”
“You were Draconis’ twin’s mate, a Lady Princess of Mal’estar, as Drakkar was and is a Lord Prince.” Adellandra said. “Most important of all, you were and still are my duo-Sita, and I love you.”
Adarra’s cheeks reddened. She may not have understood what was going on her mind, but she knew, as always, she would have her dear twin by her side to help her.
III
Dracora Dratianos, known also as Shylee Starchaser, Queen of the Dweller-kin, looked over the ledge of her old quarters at Mal’estar. The balcony was the same as it always had been, the lush greenery snaked its way up the ledge’s ladder and led to wrap itself around one of the balcony’s small pillars.
Her mind wandered to the days long ago, the happy days and sad days, the memories bouncing from one moment to the next without stopping. What she thought most was of her Lady Empress-Sita, who she was very close to. Adellandra Mout’ella Dranna had always held a special place in her heart.
“You know, Brattona, you can return to Monarch’s Glen anytime you wish.” She heard her oldest brother Draconis’ voice say softly from behind her.
She turned to him and smiled. At last, the hard-headed once-chaotic brother had softened, and was happy again. “Trying to rid of me already, Satil?”
“Nay, never.” Draconis laughed, hugging her and kissing her cheek. “Why do you insist on using Wolf-Speak?”
“The Packs are still part of our Nations, even if they are hidden in the Realm of Dreams.” Dracora remarked. “Since Chase Moondancer raised Ramon, and taught his Apprentice-kin mate Celeste the language, both of them are used once again.” She paused. “After all, Bratton, we are part Wolfkin as well, if you recall.”
Draconis sighed. “I recall quite well, thank you. I don’t need my younger Sita to tell me.”
Dracora smiled at his use of the Wolf-Speak word for ‘sister’, as opposed to the Draconian. “Why would I leave when peace among us the Nations is just around the corner?”
“Why not?” Draconis shrugged, a hint of a teasing smile on his lips. “You are no longer just a Princess of Mal’estar, you are the Countess of Monarch’s Glen.”
“Aye, I know.” Dracora groaned. “The Countess who just so happens to also be Queen of the Dweller-kin.” She shook her head and sighed. “I may have duties of my own to tend, but right now, at this moment, I wish to spend some quality time with my familia. Is that all right with you, Lord Emperor Bratton?”
At the word “Lord,” she bowed dramatically.
“’Cora, of course it is all right.” Draconis laughed. “You know you are always welcome here. After all, it was and still is your home.”
Dracora blanched. “Thank you, Draconis.” She said softly as her attention returned to the bright blue Draconian sky. “I appreciate it; I really
“What did I do wrong now?” Drakkar moaned.
Draconis never had the chance to answer. Instead, the female voice of their sister Dracora boomed matter-of-factly. “You forced her to See something she was not ready to See.” The Countess nodded to her older brothers as she approached the Thrones. “The young Adarra may have welcomed your voice in her mind and love into her heart, but she was still not ready to learn the truth.”
“What about Adellandra?” Drakkar asked them both. “Was she ready to learn who she was?”
Draconis nodded. “She was more than ready, thanks to our Brattona.”
“Not only me, Satil.” Dracora grinned, using the Wolf-Speak word for ‘brother’. “The Ancient Mystics helped by keeping them alive in midst the chaos of war. I only nudged her by Feeding on her during delegations for the Mortallan War.”
“I know the story.” Draconis’ frown turned to a smile. Dracora smiled as well. “You Fed from her, forcing my beloved to Drink from you; all without her knowledge or consent. Now, while I first thought it was wrong as well, I now thank you. By placing that compulsion spell on her, it readied her mind and magic for what was to come. Therefore, she was ready to return to me.”
“Well, I did help more than that.” Dracora supplied. “When I heard a rumor about the ‘Lost ones,’ I had to interfere. Based on what I heard and saw in the recent War of the Realms, how she reacted to our Dweller-kin leader Ramon and the Hunters’ presence, I knew she was ready to reunite them.”
Draconis laughed. “Brattona, I know the story; the entire story. Adellandra allowed me to share with her memories of her true self. It would seem when she Fed from me for the first time in ages, she remembered everything, sharing it with me.”
Drakkar sighed. “So, you got your dear Empress back. Big deal. What about Adarramena?”
“It will take more than you to remind her of her true-self.” The three siblings heard their younger brother, Dranus announce from behind Draconis.
All three were surprised to hear Dranus say anything on the matter. He was usually silent, listening as he played the role of Draconis’ Branno, his brother-like bodyguard.
He continued. “As you can recall, Lady Adarramena was pretty stubborn. She always had to learn on her own, even with you around. So, in order for her to remember and accept what the fates had brought her and her siblings, she has to do so on her own.”
“For once, you are right, Dranus.” Dracora supplied.
Drakkar growled, angry. “Enough! I do not care how long it takes her, I will have her back!”
“As you will!” Draconis growled back. “She and Adellandra are fighting with their old nemesis within their minds. We must all have patience. I, for one, am willing to wait for her permanent return to my side as my Empress. Now then, you will leave here and not return until you can act appropriately in my Chambers!”
The twins growled at each other until Drakkar shifted to his demi-form of half-dragon, half-immortal male, and disappeared.
Dracora and Dranus looked at each other, silently waiting until Draconis calmed himself. For eons, the twins were always at each other’s throats. It was only when they mated with the Dranna twins Adellandra and Adarramena that they actually acted like brothers should.
Silently seething, Draconis quietly announced. “Leave, both of you.”
“I will not.” Dranus supplied, shaking his head.
“Nor will I.” Dracora said. “We must stay together as a familia. Peace in our Nations depends on it.”
Draconis, Lord Emperor of the Dragon Nations looked at each of his younger siblings. He knew his sister was right, but he never liked waiting. He also knew Dranus would never leave his side. They were Brannos.
Draconis sighed.
Both Dranus and Dracora smiled at each other.
“Let’s go see what more we can do about my Empress’ return.” Draconis supplied, grinning.
II
“Do you really think Drakkar is right?” Aluna, now named Adarramena asked her twin. The two were taking a walk, spending some quality time together and trying to figure out the new-old memories in their minds. “I mean, was he my true-mate as he says he was?”
“I told you what I think, Sita.” Ariana, now named Adellandra remarked. “Even when we were young, we always thought we did not belong in this Realm. Now that my memories have been restored, it would seem that yes, we are the Dranna twins. Drakkar is Draconis’ duo-bratton, so yes, he may be right.”
“But is he right about Shane being only a useless mortal?” Adarramena asked. She stopped in her tracks. “I don’t want to lose him.”
“And you won’t.” Adellandra supplied. “It is up to you to choose, or not. It is your choice, not Drakkar’s, who you mate with. If you choose both males, than you will have to deal with both fighting each other over you, unless they can somehow get along and work it out between you.”
Adarramena sighed. “I wish I didn’t have to choose.” She thought for a moment. “This must have been how you felt with Aaron and Derrick.”
Adellandra took a breath. “Aye, that is how I felt back then. I made my choice then, but now, it seems to have been the wrong one.”
“What do you mean, the wrong one?” Adarramena asked. “Of course you made the right decision. Aaron has his own Earthly Protector. He just had to accept you were not for him in order for him to open his mind enough to sense her. That’s all.”
Adellandra shook her head. “That’s not what I mean.” She supplied. “I have been feeling fleeting emotions for Derrick even more now that Draconis shared memories with me.”
Adarramena took a moment to think. “Hmm.”
Adellandra wrapped an arm around her twin’s shoulders. “Besides all that, how do you feel now?”
“Betrayed. Lied to. Used.” Adarramena answered. “All in all, confused.”
“I understand it is a bit much, being drawn in from one Destiny to another without knowledge or control.” Her twin replied. “I also understand what is going on, who we were before we were five years old.”
“That was the time I had to give you the Forgetfulness Spell.” Adarramena supplied. “Little did I know just then how much I was going to miss you.” She sighed. “I just wish Scar never shared his memories with me. I’m all sorts of befuddled now.”
“Understanding will come in time, I assure you.” Adellandra kept her smile. “Just as it did when we were given our flashy titles. We had to live, to love, to learn, and to grow before understanding who and what we were to become. Sure, we may have seen the future in Visions, but clarity didn’t come until those Visions came true.”
Adarramena shook her head. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand.”
“What’s there to not understand?” Adellandra asked. “You were mated to Drakkar long ago as I was with Draconis, we were somehow blooded by the Mystics and forced to grow up without each other, given our separate Destinies, and we were thrust into the Dream Realm’s battles as Crusaders. At least Antony, the youngest Dranna sibling Anton, never knew blood or battle. We can be thankful for that.”
“He knew of it, but had never been in a battle.” Adarra supplied. “Antony confided more in me than our other siblings. He felt more comfortable, like I would understand more than they would.”
“Which you did, because you felt the same.” Adellandra intervened. “As I said, we each thought we didn’t belong here. We were different, even from our Mystic family, we just never knew how.” She clapped her hands. “Well, now we do! We’re not only Ancient Mystics, thanks to that blooding, but Draconians. Even better, we were Royalty in the Dragon Nations. According to Draconis, his Branno Dranus, and the children, I was his Lady Empress at Mal’estar and their Dragonwolf Matéré.”
“What about me?” Adarramena asked. “Who and what was I?”
“You were Draconis’ twin’s mate, a Lady Princess of Mal’estar, as Drakkar was and is a Lord Prince.” Adellandra said. “Most important of all, you were and still are my duo-Sita, and I love you.”
Adarra’s cheeks reddened. She may not have understood what was going on her mind, but she knew, as always, she would have her dear twin by her side to help her.
III
Dracora Dratianos, known also as Shylee Starchaser, Queen of the Dweller-kin, looked over the ledge of her old quarters at Mal’estar. The balcony was the same as it always had been, the lush greenery snaked its way up the ledge’s ladder and led to wrap itself around one of the balcony’s small pillars.
Her mind wandered to the days long ago, the happy days and sad days, the memories bouncing from one moment to the next without stopping. What she thought most was of her Lady Empress-Sita, who she was very close to. Adellandra Mout’ella Dranna had always held a special place in her heart.
“You know, Brattona, you can return to Monarch’s Glen anytime you wish.” She heard her oldest brother Draconis’ voice say softly from behind her.
She turned to him and smiled. At last, the hard-headed once-chaotic brother had softened, and was happy again. “Trying to rid of me already, Satil?”
“Nay, never.” Draconis laughed, hugging her and kissing her cheek. “Why do you insist on using Wolf-Speak?”
“The Packs are still part of our Nations, even if they are hidden in the Realm of Dreams.” Dracora remarked. “Since Chase Moondancer raised Ramon, and taught his Apprentice-kin mate Celeste the language, both of them are used once again.” She paused. “After all, Bratton, we are part Wolfkin as well, if you recall.”
Draconis sighed. “I recall quite well, thank you. I don’t need my younger Sita to tell me.”
Dracora smiled at his use of the Wolf-Speak word for ‘sister’, as opposed to the Draconian. “Why would I leave when peace among us the Nations is just around the corner?”
“Why not?” Draconis shrugged, a hint of a teasing smile on his lips. “You are no longer just a Princess of Mal’estar, you are the Countess of Monarch’s Glen.”
“Aye, I know.” Dracora groaned. “The Countess who just so happens to also be Queen of the Dweller-kin.” She shook her head and sighed. “I may have duties of my own to tend, but right now, at this moment, I wish to spend some quality time with my familia. Is that all right with you, Lord Emperor Bratton?”
At the word “Lord,” she bowed dramatically.
“’Cora, of course it is all right.” Draconis laughed. “You know you are always welcome here. After all, it was and still is your home.”
Dracora blanched. “Thank you, Draconis.” She said softly as her attention returned to the bright blue Draconian sky. “I appreciate it; I really
Free e-book «Ancient Mystic's War of the Realms Saga, Lady Adellandra Dratianos [kiss me liar novel english .TXT] 📗» - read online now
Similar e-books:
Comments (0)