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of the Mortallan Realmâs years. How could I not know of them?â Lady Aura smiled. âWhat do you know of them?â
âEnough to investigate it for my Blu-Sita.â Ariana supplied, using the same term for âblood-sisterâ Dracora had used on her. It was Draconian, and Ariana was surprised it simply rolled off her tongue.
Lady Auraâs smiled widened. âI suppose the rumors of three dragonlets that reminded me of them are why you are here?â
âThatâs right, mâLady.â Ariana nodded. âCan you tell me more about them? Why do the three dragonlets remind you of the Emperorâs lost children?â
âThey have a certain quality to them.â Lady Aura replied. âAll three can shift not only to Draconian form, but Wolfkin as well. The only ones I ever heard about that could do just that were the Emperorâs DraâNie and the younger identical twin DraâNias.â
âIâm sorry â DraâNie?â
Lady Aura paused. âI apologize once again, Lady Guardian. I thought you knew the Empiric Draconian tongue.â
âOnly that of what I hear Dracora using, and thatâs not much.â
âDraâNie means Prince-Heir, as DraâNias means Princess-Heirs.â Lady Aura supplied.
âI see.â Ariana said. âGo on.â
âAh, yes.â Lady Aura started. âThe one clue that reminded me of them most is the fact the twins, Melodia and Sophia, are identical. The last known Dragonlets born identical twins were the Princesses, Locanna and Locarra Dratianos. It is rare indeed for identical twins to be born in the Nations, let alone three sets within two generations!â
âWhat do you mean? Seeming how dragons are born at least four or five to a nest at a time, wouldnât it be common to have identical twins?â Ariana asked. âAfter all, Iâm a twin, and so is my mother Susan. Her mother was a twin and so was my great-grandmother Enchantra. They kind of run in the family.â
âPerhaps for Ancient Mystics, aye, but not Dragons.â Lady Aura responded. âI was only a kitten myself when I followed my parents to Malâestarâs Castle. It was during the Mating Festival. I watched as DraâNie Lord Draconis and his twin brother Drakkar were Mated to twin Dragonwolves, Adellandra and Adarramena Dranna. The women were daughters of the then-Head of the Armies, Sir Airemus Dranna, who was a Fire Dragon and his mate of the Wolf-Packsâ She-Wolf, Katerina Moutâella. Anyway,â She shook her head and took a breath. âIt wasnât long when Lord Draconis and his mate of Lady Adellandra were Emperor and Empress of Malâestar. It brought the dwindling, yet hated Dragonwolf-Packs and the entire Dragon Nations together in peace. That peace did not last long; for shortly after Lady Empress had her twin Kanas, war broke out between our Realm and that of the Demons. Before she and the children could be caught up in the disaster that erupted, she ran away, never to be heard from again.â
A young Dragonwolf girl with gray fur and dragonâs wings offered Lady Aura a cup of hot tea. She nodded to the girl. âThank you, Melodia.â
Melodia folded her hands and nodded to both before turning to leave.
Ariana stared in thought. There was that familiar pull again, she thought to herself. Before the War, that pull of magic drew me to the Spirit dragonlet that was staying with those rescued from the Province Underground. Melodia was one of his sisters, Iâm sure of it!
âAre you all right, My Lady Guardian?â Aura asked gently.
Ariana nodded, blinking to return her attention and thoughts to the Lady. âOh, certainly, Lady Aura. Iâm fine.â It was a bland answer, but it sufficed. There was just so much on her mind it confused her. She rose from her seat. âThank you, Lady Aura. Youâve been a big help in this investigation. Iâll return later to look into it more. Right now, Iâll return to Dracora with what you told me.â
Lady Aura rose again, and bowed. âI should thank you, Lady Guardian.â
Ariana was confused. âThank me?â
âAye, thank you.â Lady Aura supplied. âFor bringing the Nations one step closer to eternal peace and serenity.â
Ariana reddened. âIâve nothing to do with it. Iâm just doing my job as Lady Guardian.â
âYou are doing a fine job indeed.â Lady Aura announced.
Ariana left at that, and shifted her own form to a Dragonwolf before heading to Monarchâs Glen.
II
âWhat do you mean, sheâs not here?â Derrickâs voice echoed the hall.
âThatâs what I said Daddy Derrick.â Kelly supplied from her homework. She didnât meet his eyes, instead paying more attention to her work than to him. âMommaâs not here.â
âWhere is she?â Derrick demanded.
âYou wear your Pendant. Use it.â Kelly didnât mean to be so harsh, but she had to. Something told her if he knew where she was, it wouldnât bode well for either of them. âUse your Pendant-Locket to find her. Thatâs what itâs for.â
Derrick huffed, leaving her.
Kelly finally looked up and took a deep breath, letting it out. âIâm sorry, Derrick. Things will be better soon.â She whispered to herself, returning to her homework.
Derrick himself, meanwhile, closed his eyes as he touched the Pendant-Locket. He thought of his wife Ariana and reached his mind to find hers.
Recently, he learned how to control the telepathy they had with each other. It took a moment of searching, but he could see her. The visionsâ surroundings were clouded, as if partially blocked or a dream. What he could see of her, he followed. Her Dragonwolf form was flying the skies. Ariana descended at what he recognized as Monarchâs Glen.
He tried communicating with her using telepathy. Ariana?
Either he was ignored or she didnât hear him because he received no response. After a few moments, the cloud of the vision heâd had of her was gone and his attention interrupted by a piercing headache.
He screamed in his spot, letting go of the Pendant to hold his head and falling to his knees on the floor.
Who are you to probe the Ladyâs mind? He heard a rough male voice growl. In his mind, he saw a large, angry black dragon with glowing-red eyes and massive wings. The dragonâs fangs were sharp and deadly. Leave her be, or you will pay!
Both in his mind and out loud, Derrick responded. âI am Lady Guardianâs Earthly Protector. Who are you?â
Who I am is no concern of yours, Mortal. The dragon growled. Just know if you try to probe her mind again, yours will explode and you will pay with your life.
The dragon disappeared then, leaving Derrick struck with fear for the first time in his career as a Detective. Somehow, the feeling wouldnât go away, no matter how much he wished it.
III
Ariana as the Lady Guardian in her Dragonwolf form told Dracora what had transpired.
The Countess was in awe, shocked as she stared into space for a few moments, holding her chest. âThe rumors are true then? The âLost Onesâ, my nephew and nieces are truly alive?â
Ariana nodded, confused. âI guess so. Now what do we do about it?â
Dracora clapped her hands. âTell their Dratyr the news. His children have been found! Peace in the Dragon Nations is assured!â
âIâm sorry, Dracora, but âDratyrâ?â Ariana asked, wondering why her blood-sister was acting so strange.
âMy brother Draconis Dratianos, Lord Emperor of Malâestar is the father of those three dragonlets.â Dracora announced, excited. âItâs been told heâs returned to Malâestar with his duo Drakkar and our younger brother Dranus. Heâll be ecstatic to hear the news.â Dracora hugged her. âGo, Ariana. Go to Malâestar and tell Lord Draconis about his children. You will know what to do after that.â
âWait, Dracora!â Ariana cried when she pulled back.
Dracora met her eyes. âAye?â
âWhat and where is Malâestar?â She asked. âIâve never heard of it but from you. You never told me where it was.â
âMalâestar is the Capital Empire of the Dragon Nations.â Dracora did something that astonished her. She kissed Arianaâs cheek and hugged her shoulders. âFly toward Dragonâs Keep and you will see it in the distance. Follow your heart.â
Though still confused, especially at the last statement, she nodded before saluting and disappearing.
Dracora sighed after her, happy for the first time in millennias.
Story #2:
Countess Dracoraâs Brother
Ariana wore her Fighterâs Gear, a pair of breeches made of surprisingly comfortable brown leather. The shirt had plumy sleeves that made it easy to move, with a slit in the back for her wings. She had a thick leather belt with two pouches. The first pouch was long enough for the very Dragon Dagger Dracora used to bind them. The second was the magical wand Mystica gave her so long ago, before she became a Goddess. At her back in its hard magicked-metal sheath was the Spiritblade she used in the War of the Realms to destroy both Crucis and Orthos.
Lady Guardian Ariana approached Lord Emperor Draconis Dratianos slowly. As she had been taught, she bowed to him. He was on his Throne, staring down at her in her favorite form, the dragon-winged wolf. Ariana bowed her head, not meeting his eyes, and waiting for him to speak.
"Rise and speak." His voice was rough and demanded respect.
First, she thought. Introductions. "I am known as the Lady Guardian of the Realms, Ancient Mystic's Goddess of Spirit and blood-Sister to the Countess Dracora."
Lord Draconis huffed and stared. Lady Guardian continued.
"I heard from Dracora about those you called 'The Lost Ones.'" Draconis held his breath and nodded. "I believe I have found them. They're in a place not far from here called Dragon's Keep, which is run by Lady Aura."
Lord Draconis stood and frowned, growling. "Bring me proof by daybreak, Lady Guardian."
"There is no need to growl at me, Lord Draconis," Ariana snapped right back. "I merely tell you of my suspicions. I may not be all-knowing and tyrannical like you but I at least know how to treat other Lords and Ladies."
Draconis growled louder, but was silenced by her icy stare. The heat within her bubbled to the surface and she could feel her eyes getting redder and more dangerous.
Knowing she had his attention, she then growled. "With respect.â
He stepped down from his Throne and whispered in her ear, hands behind his back. "You had better watch yourself MâLady Guardian or the darkness that dwells within you will escape from even my sister's grasp."
Ariana gasped, as did Dracora in her mind. "How did you know?"
Lord Draconis sat back on his Throne. "You are not the only Ancient Mystic plagued by the Darkness, you know."
She stared into his dark onyx-black eyes. They were mesmerizing and familiar. Ariana gulped, quickly looking down and blushing. "Going on, about 'The Lost Ones.'"
Lord Draconis nodded, twitching his tail and smiling. "What about them?"
She decided to be diplomatic, yet polite. "Could you be so kind as to tell me more about them so I can investigate and provide you with the proof you so desperately need?" Ariana grinned back.
His whole demeanor softened as he told her the tale. His Empress, Adellandra Moutâella Dranna Dratianos, had
âEnough to investigate it for my Blu-Sita.â Ariana supplied, using the same term for âblood-sisterâ Dracora had used on her. It was Draconian, and Ariana was surprised it simply rolled off her tongue.
Lady Auraâs smiled widened. âI suppose the rumors of three dragonlets that reminded me of them are why you are here?â
âThatâs right, mâLady.â Ariana nodded. âCan you tell me more about them? Why do the three dragonlets remind you of the Emperorâs lost children?â
âThey have a certain quality to them.â Lady Aura replied. âAll three can shift not only to Draconian form, but Wolfkin as well. The only ones I ever heard about that could do just that were the Emperorâs DraâNie and the younger identical twin DraâNias.â
âIâm sorry â DraâNie?â
Lady Aura paused. âI apologize once again, Lady Guardian. I thought you knew the Empiric Draconian tongue.â
âOnly that of what I hear Dracora using, and thatâs not much.â
âDraâNie means Prince-Heir, as DraâNias means Princess-Heirs.â Lady Aura supplied.
âI see.â Ariana said. âGo on.â
âAh, yes.â Lady Aura started. âThe one clue that reminded me of them most is the fact the twins, Melodia and Sophia, are identical. The last known Dragonlets born identical twins were the Princesses, Locanna and Locarra Dratianos. It is rare indeed for identical twins to be born in the Nations, let alone three sets within two generations!â
âWhat do you mean? Seeming how dragons are born at least four or five to a nest at a time, wouldnât it be common to have identical twins?â Ariana asked. âAfter all, Iâm a twin, and so is my mother Susan. Her mother was a twin and so was my great-grandmother Enchantra. They kind of run in the family.â
âPerhaps for Ancient Mystics, aye, but not Dragons.â Lady Aura responded. âI was only a kitten myself when I followed my parents to Malâestarâs Castle. It was during the Mating Festival. I watched as DraâNie Lord Draconis and his twin brother Drakkar were Mated to twin Dragonwolves, Adellandra and Adarramena Dranna. The women were daughters of the then-Head of the Armies, Sir Airemus Dranna, who was a Fire Dragon and his mate of the Wolf-Packsâ She-Wolf, Katerina Moutâella. Anyway,â She shook her head and took a breath. âIt wasnât long when Lord Draconis and his mate of Lady Adellandra were Emperor and Empress of Malâestar. It brought the dwindling, yet hated Dragonwolf-Packs and the entire Dragon Nations together in peace. That peace did not last long; for shortly after Lady Empress had her twin Kanas, war broke out between our Realm and that of the Demons. Before she and the children could be caught up in the disaster that erupted, she ran away, never to be heard from again.â
A young Dragonwolf girl with gray fur and dragonâs wings offered Lady Aura a cup of hot tea. She nodded to the girl. âThank you, Melodia.â
Melodia folded her hands and nodded to both before turning to leave.
Ariana stared in thought. There was that familiar pull again, she thought to herself. Before the War, that pull of magic drew me to the Spirit dragonlet that was staying with those rescued from the Province Underground. Melodia was one of his sisters, Iâm sure of it!
âAre you all right, My Lady Guardian?â Aura asked gently.
Ariana nodded, blinking to return her attention and thoughts to the Lady. âOh, certainly, Lady Aura. Iâm fine.â It was a bland answer, but it sufficed. There was just so much on her mind it confused her. She rose from her seat. âThank you, Lady Aura. Youâve been a big help in this investigation. Iâll return later to look into it more. Right now, Iâll return to Dracora with what you told me.â
Lady Aura rose again, and bowed. âI should thank you, Lady Guardian.â
Ariana was confused. âThank me?â
âAye, thank you.â Lady Aura supplied. âFor bringing the Nations one step closer to eternal peace and serenity.â
Ariana reddened. âIâve nothing to do with it. Iâm just doing my job as Lady Guardian.â
âYou are doing a fine job indeed.â Lady Aura announced.
Ariana left at that, and shifted her own form to a Dragonwolf before heading to Monarchâs Glen.
II
âWhat do you mean, sheâs not here?â Derrickâs voice echoed the hall.
âThatâs what I said Daddy Derrick.â Kelly supplied from her homework. She didnât meet his eyes, instead paying more attention to her work than to him. âMommaâs not here.â
âWhere is she?â Derrick demanded.
âYou wear your Pendant. Use it.â Kelly didnât mean to be so harsh, but she had to. Something told her if he knew where she was, it wouldnât bode well for either of them. âUse your Pendant-Locket to find her. Thatâs what itâs for.â
Derrick huffed, leaving her.
Kelly finally looked up and took a deep breath, letting it out. âIâm sorry, Derrick. Things will be better soon.â She whispered to herself, returning to her homework.
Derrick himself, meanwhile, closed his eyes as he touched the Pendant-Locket. He thought of his wife Ariana and reached his mind to find hers.
Recently, he learned how to control the telepathy they had with each other. It took a moment of searching, but he could see her. The visionsâ surroundings were clouded, as if partially blocked or a dream. What he could see of her, he followed. Her Dragonwolf form was flying the skies. Ariana descended at what he recognized as Monarchâs Glen.
He tried communicating with her using telepathy. Ariana?
Either he was ignored or she didnât hear him because he received no response. After a few moments, the cloud of the vision heâd had of her was gone and his attention interrupted by a piercing headache.
He screamed in his spot, letting go of the Pendant to hold his head and falling to his knees on the floor.
Who are you to probe the Ladyâs mind? He heard a rough male voice growl. In his mind, he saw a large, angry black dragon with glowing-red eyes and massive wings. The dragonâs fangs were sharp and deadly. Leave her be, or you will pay!
Both in his mind and out loud, Derrick responded. âI am Lady Guardianâs Earthly Protector. Who are you?â
Who I am is no concern of yours, Mortal. The dragon growled. Just know if you try to probe her mind again, yours will explode and you will pay with your life.
The dragon disappeared then, leaving Derrick struck with fear for the first time in his career as a Detective. Somehow, the feeling wouldnât go away, no matter how much he wished it.
III
Ariana as the Lady Guardian in her Dragonwolf form told Dracora what had transpired.
The Countess was in awe, shocked as she stared into space for a few moments, holding her chest. âThe rumors are true then? The âLost Onesâ, my nephew and nieces are truly alive?â
Ariana nodded, confused. âI guess so. Now what do we do about it?â
Dracora clapped her hands. âTell their Dratyr the news. His children have been found! Peace in the Dragon Nations is assured!â
âIâm sorry, Dracora, but âDratyrâ?â Ariana asked, wondering why her blood-sister was acting so strange.
âMy brother Draconis Dratianos, Lord Emperor of Malâestar is the father of those three dragonlets.â Dracora announced, excited. âItâs been told heâs returned to Malâestar with his duo Drakkar and our younger brother Dranus. Heâll be ecstatic to hear the news.â Dracora hugged her. âGo, Ariana. Go to Malâestar and tell Lord Draconis about his children. You will know what to do after that.â
âWait, Dracora!â Ariana cried when she pulled back.
Dracora met her eyes. âAye?â
âWhat and where is Malâestar?â She asked. âIâve never heard of it but from you. You never told me where it was.â
âMalâestar is the Capital Empire of the Dragon Nations.â Dracora did something that astonished her. She kissed Arianaâs cheek and hugged her shoulders. âFly toward Dragonâs Keep and you will see it in the distance. Follow your heart.â
Though still confused, especially at the last statement, she nodded before saluting and disappearing.
Dracora sighed after her, happy for the first time in millennias.
Story #2:
Countess Dracoraâs Brother
Ariana wore her Fighterâs Gear, a pair of breeches made of surprisingly comfortable brown leather. The shirt had plumy sleeves that made it easy to move, with a slit in the back for her wings. She had a thick leather belt with two pouches. The first pouch was long enough for the very Dragon Dagger Dracora used to bind them. The second was the magical wand Mystica gave her so long ago, before she became a Goddess. At her back in its hard magicked-metal sheath was the Spiritblade she used in the War of the Realms to destroy both Crucis and Orthos.
Lady Guardian Ariana approached Lord Emperor Draconis Dratianos slowly. As she had been taught, she bowed to him. He was on his Throne, staring down at her in her favorite form, the dragon-winged wolf. Ariana bowed her head, not meeting his eyes, and waiting for him to speak.
"Rise and speak." His voice was rough and demanded respect.
First, she thought. Introductions. "I am known as the Lady Guardian of the Realms, Ancient Mystic's Goddess of Spirit and blood-Sister to the Countess Dracora."
Lord Draconis huffed and stared. Lady Guardian continued.
"I heard from Dracora about those you called 'The Lost Ones.'" Draconis held his breath and nodded. "I believe I have found them. They're in a place not far from here called Dragon's Keep, which is run by Lady Aura."
Lord Draconis stood and frowned, growling. "Bring me proof by daybreak, Lady Guardian."
"There is no need to growl at me, Lord Draconis," Ariana snapped right back. "I merely tell you of my suspicions. I may not be all-knowing and tyrannical like you but I at least know how to treat other Lords and Ladies."
Draconis growled louder, but was silenced by her icy stare. The heat within her bubbled to the surface and she could feel her eyes getting redder and more dangerous.
Knowing she had his attention, she then growled. "With respect.â
He stepped down from his Throne and whispered in her ear, hands behind his back. "You had better watch yourself MâLady Guardian or the darkness that dwells within you will escape from even my sister's grasp."
Ariana gasped, as did Dracora in her mind. "How did you know?"
Lord Draconis sat back on his Throne. "You are not the only Ancient Mystic plagued by the Darkness, you know."
She stared into his dark onyx-black eyes. They were mesmerizing and familiar. Ariana gulped, quickly looking down and blushing. "Going on, about 'The Lost Ones.'"
Lord Draconis nodded, twitching his tail and smiling. "What about them?"
She decided to be diplomatic, yet polite. "Could you be so kind as to tell me more about them so I can investigate and provide you with the proof you so desperately need?" Ariana grinned back.
His whole demeanor softened as he told her the tale. His Empress, Adellandra Moutâella Dranna Dratianos, had
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