Love, Life, Loyalty and Honor by Lady Adellandra Dratianos (e book free reading .TXT) 📖

his own Throne a few paces away, with his bodyguard-in-training, Sophie Wolfkin. Dia took a seat beside Dranus, watching and listening quietly.
Would you mind if I handled her, beloved? Adellandra asked.
By all means, she’s your soul-sister. Go ahead. Draconis frowned at the kneeling Destria.
Adellandra stood and nodded for Alexia to stay in position. She stepped down and walked up to her soul-sister. “Rise Destria, and tell me why you’ve come.”
Destria stood, eyeing those staring at her. Of all Royals, Adellandra was the only one not scowling at the sight. Destria gulped.
“My Lady, I’ve word about MagDaliah.” She said softly. “I overheard a conversation between MagDaliah and Albrath while I was spying on them in my gyrfalcon form.”
She heard a gasp and saw Dranus staring at her, lips pursed.
“What were they talking about?” Adellandra asked gently.
“They were going to kidnap your female kits.”
“Should they step foot on these grounds, I will destroy them!” Draconis pounded his fist to his Throne.
“May I interject?” Dranus asked him. Once receiving a nod, he continued. “I am afraid you are too late, Lord. They may not have kidnapped the kits yet, but they have been on the grounds.”
Draconis sighed and said. “Aye, outside the infirmary doors. I remember you telling me.” He stood this time, addressing Destria. “What else have you overheard?”
“Not much else, Lord, but I thought to come straightaway once I returned to Brother with the news.” Destria said.
“And?” Adellandra asked.
“He sent me with a warning: don’t take over your body without your permission.” Destria supplied. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to; you’ve taken my Demon magic from me.”
“While that’s true, there are other ways of taking over me.” Adellandra supplied.
“Adellandra, don’t give her any ideas.” Draconis growled.
“Oh, I’m not.” Adellandra grinned innocently to her mate. “I believe it’s time, Ladies and Gentlemen. Let MagDaliah and her Fe-Minions kidnap the kits; they will know soon enough the taste of Dragon’s Revenge.” She turned to Dranus. “Branno, Branna, summon all Dratianos’ in the area; the more, the better. Dia, alert the kin-Clans and Dracora. Lord Emperor, we must part and prepare for war.”
“Not without me, you won’t!” Destria cried.
“Silencia, Destria.” Lady Adellandra commanded. “You will have your chance, but not right now. Return to the Demon Realm for now; I’ll mind-speak to you when we need you.” She turned to the group. “Now, we prepare to bring the most powerful force ever known to All the Realms of All the Worlds.”
Draconis merely stared at his mate, unable to say anything aloud.
You’d better explain yourself, Adellandra! He sent to her, scowling. He waited until the Throne Room was empty of all but them before stalking to the Battle Room.
“How dare you, Adellandra!” Draconis cried as soon as the door was closed and they were alone. “We agreed – I would be the main Monarch here. I will be the one to give out orders.”
“You were taking too damn long.” Adellandra replied in a huff. “Something has to be done about MagDaliah. Not even Exile was good enough for her, she just used the same Spell Gloriana and Damian used to return to the Realms.”
“I understand that; what I don’t understand is why let her kidnap the kits at all? Don’t we want to prevent something like that from happening?”
Adellandra merely smiled. “Sometimes, you have to lose the battle before you can win the war.”
“By playing right into their plans?” Draconis asked. “Are you crazy?”
Adellandra shook her head. “Nay, not at all.” She supplied. “Let me explain. Long ago, when I was Ariana Moon and the Crusaders were fighting a then-evil Sabrina in the Outer Realm, I used the same tactic after she attacked me in the Hill View Cemetery.”
“Okay,” Draconis said. “How does that apply here?”
“After the Crusaders somewhat healed me, I made myself look more battered and bruised than I was. When I ‘surrendered’ to Sabrina, I was able to gain the upper-hand. With the Crusaders’ help, we were able to Exile her to the Unknown for a time. So, by losing one battle, we eventually won the war.”
Draconis just stared. “Ok, but what about Ishanar’s power? How are we going to use it against them?”
“I thought we went over this already?” Adellandra asked. “Okay, here was the plan, once again dearest. We bind all Dratianos’ to each other, using the same spell Adarramena cast when she bound all Ancient Mystics to us. Through that, we’ll be able to not only harness, but control the Power of Ishanar.”
Draconis nodded. “I see.” He put his arms around her. “You’ve learned quite a bit lately, haven’t you?”
After kissing her Lord Emperor beloved, Adellandra just smiled.

Both the Lord and Lady paced their Throne Room, waiting impatiently for all Dratianos’ and any other of even remote Draconian-blood to arrive. It was quite an impressive amount of people, and Adellandra just smiled when she stopped pacing to survey the Room.
I never knew there were so many of us! Alexia’s voice echoed in Adellandra’s mind.
Nor did I, but the more the merrier. Adellandra supplied. Use your Empathy and tell me if there’s anyone missing.
Why can’t you?
I’ve got to see if there are any Mystics missing. Adellandra told her gently with a grin.
She found the psychic lines that connected all Ancient Mystics to her and followed them with her mind. She started with her own family and worked her way back to the Originators. Oddly enough, even they had arrived, minus Orthos of course.
Dorianne’s entire lineage was there, with the exception of the two incarnations of Dorianne’s daughter Melody who was reincarnated into Adellandra’s Mystic daughter of the same name. Dixilynne’s entire lineage was there, from Dixilynne “The Grand Shamus” and her mate Theodore “The Apprentice” Ryan to the youngest, an infant she didn’t recognize. Even those of Sarabeth’s lineage, Sarabeth herself, Shannon and Julia, her twin daughters, were there with their families.
Adellandra smiled, finding Bella Martiya alongside her mate Ramon. Bella was Dorianne’s granddaughter and one of those who used to be known as the “Unmentionables,” a group of Ancient Mystics, most from Dorianne’s line, that wanted to remain ‘off Mystic Radar’, so they cut themselves off from their siblings and families.
I suppose I have you to thank for the Ancient Mystics being here, Bella? She thought to her cousin.
Bella looked up and nodded. It was your idea after all, my Lady Empress. I only used the lines you and Grand Magus forged to find them.
Who taught you how to do that? Adellandra was curious.
Bella looked and nodded to Dia, who was busy talking with her own twin Dracora and Dracora’s mate, Sir Karrath.
Dia taught you? As my Sita would say, color me impressed.
Can we do this already? We still had a few hours until Rest when we were Called. Bella supplied.
As soon as Dria reports her numbers, we’ll ‘do it.’ Adellandra sent to her, and opened her mind to Alexandria. Well? Anyone missing?
Of our Familia, no. Alexandria reported. Even Dran’a’vir and your duos are here with their children.
Very well. Await our instructions. Adellandra switched her mind-path to her Blu-Sita, Dracora. ‘Cora, how about the Dweller kin-Clans?
What about them, Blu-Sita? Dracora’s voice teased. If you mean are they connected, aye, they are that. Wherever they may reside, here or in our Realm, they are connected psychically. We are ready for your orders, my Lady Empress-Sita.
Adellandra thanked her and sat on her Throne, eyes closed and Empathy open, surveying the room. The doors were closed, locking them all inside. She reached her Magical empathic eyes and ears and sensed a powerful shield surrounding not only the Castle but all of Mal’estar and the Dragon Nations.
Thank the Gods we’re all protected. She thought to herself, opening her eyes. She looked up and smiled as her eyes met those of her beloved Lord Emperor.
“Are you alright to do this, darling?” Draconis asked, placing a hand on her cheek. “You look about to faint.”
“We must, or they will win indefinitely, and turn our darling daughters against us.” Adellandra was serious. She placed her own hand on his and purred, closing her eyes. “According to ‘Cora, Bella, and even Alexia, everyone is ready. I’m just trying to think of a spell that will bind us all together and still keep our strengths.”
“No need to worry about magical strength here, love.” Draconis grinned. “We’re in Mal’estar.” She stared at him, which forced him to continue. “She will protect us and provide us with what we need.”
Adellandra smiled back and nodded. “In that case, a binding spell should do quite nicely.” She stood and addressed the Court. “Ladies, Lords, Mystics and Wizards, Draconians and Companions, Realmbound and Earthbound alike. I am sure you have been informed of why we Called you here.”
“We are all here to bind ourselves together as one.” Draconis continued. “Not only as one Nation, but one Family. We are being threatened by the one we know as Queen MagDaliah of the Dark Armies.”
“She has brought together all our old enemies to attack our home.” Adellandra announced. “She has gathered all Female-Minions from throughout the Realms to destroy us. Do you think we should let her?”
An astounding “No!” shook the building.
“Then join with us, all minds, bodies and magic.” Adellandra shouted. “Grasp your hands together with those around you, and link yourselves through thoughts and the Psychic bonds that were already forged. Think of your inner magic and concentrate. I will send the words of the spell to those who don’t know of it. We will say it together, in harmony, and connect us to the very Power of Ishanar!”
Adellandra waited, holding both her Lord’s hand and that of her son Kronin’s. When they were linked, and Adellandra could sense they were ready, she sent the spell to their minds. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and focused on her own Goddess’ Magic as Draconis focused on his Gods’ Magic. It would take more than their combined powers to wield a force that strong.
She only hoped they would be able to do it.
Adellandra Mout’ella Dranna, once-named Ariana Moon Woods, Silver Moon Cobrianos, and many other names, reached out her magic within to those connected in the large circle. She opened her mouth at the same time her mate opened his, and the chorus of the spell was heard.

“What’s mine is yours and yours is mine.
“Part of mine now yours until the end of time,
“Flesh and blood, magic and soul,
“Help us wield the Magic of Ishanar’s control.
“From Mystics Ancient to Dratianos’ Lines
“Earthbound, Realmbound, through Space and Times
“Dweller kin-Clans and Draconians Abound
“Bind us together through magic sight heart and sound.
“So we say, this spell is done,
“So mote it be, we two races are now one.”

They all felt as a bond was tightening in each of their minds, souls, magic and hearts. Those Ancient Mystics