Young Guardian Trilogy, Lady Adellandra Dratianos [epub e ink reader txt] 📗

responded. She shook her head. “Now you know why I took some of our people to the Mortal Realm. 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 to stare at Adarramena’s silent form before responding. “Bring her in and set her beside her sister.”
Dracora blinked. “You knew! All this time?”
O’Dell shook his head. “I could sense her, aye. One of our soldiers found her unconscious in the old hutch-cave that used to belong to their parents. I asked them to bring her here until we could figure anything more.”
“What are you going to do with her?”
“Them?” Drakkar echoed after his sister.
They watched as a Dragonwolf identical to Adarramena was brought in and laid down beside her.
“There is something about those girls, O’Dell.” Enchantra stared at the twins. “Something that screams magic.”
“They are Draconian.” Drakkar said, hoping it would explain it. “They have great power.”
“Nay, something else.” Enchantra supplied. “They are worth saving. They must live, but not here. Not now. Not while many wars are being fought.”
“For once, I agree.” Dracora supplied. “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.”
O’Dell nodded, and smiled once knowing what she was thinking.
“Who is Susan?” Drakkar and Dracora asked at the same time.
“My Granddaughter.” Enchantra smiled. “She has five children already and enough room in her house and heart for three more.”
“Three?” Dracora asked.
“Do you mean Anton?” Drakkar inquired.
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.”
“He is a fighter.” Dracora said. “What are you going to do with them? They are not dead, just weakened. How are you going to give them another destiny?”
“They will be reborn as Earthbound Ancient Mystics.” Enchantra said simply. She turned her attention to the silver-glowing Empress. “This one is different; even from her twin and brother. I cannot place it.”
“Adellandra has always been different.” Dracora supplied, smiling. “Kind, loving, gentle, and good, yet a fierce fighter and honorable Empress.”
“Only she knows why she left our bratton.” Drakkar said.
“It was to save the children from destruction.” Dracora now stared at her Empress-Sita.
“Gramere?” A female voice asked from the doorway. “What’s going on? Why did you send Granpere for me?”
“Fetch the Dragonwolf male for me, Susan, and set him down beside his sisters.” Enchantra stood when she obeyed.
Susan stared at her Gramere. “I know who they are now!” She whispered. “The Empress of Mal’estar, Lady Adellandra, her twin Princess Adarramena and younger brother Sir Anton Dranna.”
Enchantra only nodded, confirming. “Do you know what I wish you to do with them?”
Susan stared, her silver-blue eyes shifting from one silent sibling to the other. “I don’t know.” She looked to Enchantra.
“Raise them.”
Susan was confused. “I’m sorry, ‘raise them?’” She shook her head. “They are already fully-grown. How?”
“The time rift between the Mortal Realm and this Realm is different.” Enchantra began. “We wish for you to keep them safe and raise them as your own children. They will be significantly younger when I blood them.”
“’Blood’ them?” Drakkar asked, speaking up. “I mean no interruptions, 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.
“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.”
Drakkar growled. “If you hurt her, I will know of it!”
O’Dell shook his head. “No, you will not. Once the ritual is done, the three of them will have no memory of who they once were.”
“They will have their powers.” Dracora supplied. “And their forms. The Mortal Realm is not ready for Dragonwolves just yet.”
“All will be well.” O’Dell said sternly. “They will resume immortal form and be taught of whatever magic their minds believe they are ready for.”
Dracora and Drakkar looked at each other, unable to answer. What else could they say about it?
“Shall we begin?” Susan spoke up quietly.
Enchantra and O’Dell nodded, holding hands.
The Dratianos siblings of Dracora and Drakkar only watched as the three Dragonwolves changed form to become young immortals. The only thing that showed who they were was the armor and their reddish-golden blonde hair. Each form grew younger and younger until they were mere children. Adella and Adarra were young girls and their brother Anton was an infant.
Susan picked up the infant and held him. “We must rename them.”
The baby Anton was still sleeping in her arms.
“We will leave that to you, Susan.” Enchantra supplied. “Rename them, and raise them well.”
“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, sir.” Susan knelt to the still-sleeping twins. She placed her hand first on Adarramena. “You will be Aluna Star Woods.” Next, to Adellandra, “You will be Ariana Moon Woods.” And last, the baby. “You will be Antony Gregory Woods.”
With brilliant flashes of silvery light, the ritual was done, and the four of them were gone.
Their story from that point is yet to come.
As for Dracora and Drakkar, Drakkar disappeared to grieve the loss of his loving mate. Dracora stayed behind.
“What do you have planned for them, O’Dell?” Dracora asked.
“Just as your destiny has brought you to us in the past, so will it return them in the future.” O’Dell supplied. “In time, one of them will be the most powerful Wizard of the line. One will be the most gifted of Mages, and the other? Well, they will be my successor.”
Dracora could only stare at the space her Empress-Sita had disappeared from, hoping she, too, would return to the Dragon Nations and the Empire of Mal’estar.


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Publication Date: 07-05-2009

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To all the Dreamers of the World