Young Guardian Trilogy by Lady Adellandra Dratianos (the lemonade war series .TXT) 📖

gotten smart!”
“With a little help from you and Darlene Bennington.” Luna said proudly. “She’s teaching me a lot about different types of world magic. You know, so we’ll be ready for anything?”
“Yeah, she’s been bugging me to train with her, but I hadn’t had the time.” I told her. “Now that the twins are in preschool, I have at least four hours free to do what I please.”
“Maybe you should take her up on her offer?” Luna tapped my hand and asked. She was excited. “We can learn together, as sisters!”
I laughed at her enthusiasm. “When do you train with her next?”
“I’ll call her right now.” Luna jumped up and went to the phone in the other room.
I sat there, thinking of what she told me. I sighed, picking at the leftovers from my sandwich. Apparently, the baby didn’t like turkey right now, so neither did I. I closed my eyes to send a message to the baby, if it was at all possible, only to get a vision.

I watched on the sidelines as the fetus grew rapidly into a baby girl. From there, she grew into a little girl to a young woman to a woman. She was so pretty! She had long reddish-blond hair and silver-blue eyes. She wore a pure-white gown that shimmered in the light. She was dressed as an angel, with an auric white glow of innocence around her.
She waved her arms, crossing them in front of her. The Mystic rainbow wind followed her movements, a ribbon of Magic circling around her.
She spotted me, smiling a warm, comforting smile. She outreached her arms, the Mystic wind’s ribbon coming toward me, engulfing me.
I had to close my eyes, feeling the awesome power of the woman’s Magic. I opened my eyes again to see her floating in my direction. We were face to face when she stopped, whispering in an echo before going through my body.
“We are one.”

That was when I gasped out of the vision. I looked up to see my sister sitting next to me.
“We’re set for tonight, after the boys get home for the kids.” She told me. Seeing the stunned look on my face, I explained my vision. “Sounds intense.”
“You’re telling me.” I said sarcastically.
Luna cleared her throat, changing the subject. “Tell me more about Panther’s fight.”
I told her all I knew, and what I did to solve the problem.
“You’re finally taking your Guardianship seriously, I see.” My sister joked.
“I always have, and you know it.” I told her. “This time, I surprised myself.”
“I’ll bet.” Luna grinned. She put her hand on my stomach. “How far along are you?”
“Two months, and it’s been torture.” I complained.
“It’ll be worth it in the end, you’ll see.” Luna said, hugging me.
Meredith cried from the playroom. Luna stood to go to her. “I’ll be right back.”
I stood as well. “I’d love to stay, but I have something I have to do before picking the twins and Caleb up from preschool.”
“You’d do that for me?” Luna asked. “Picking my son up, I mean.”
“Of course. He’s my nephew, and you’re my twin sister.” I hugged her goodbye. “I’d do anything for you, as you would do for me.” She headed to the playroom. “Come over later if you want to.” I called to her before leaving.
“Sure thing.” She called back.
I left then, my mind whirring about my life as a twin.

Story: #2:
A Sacred Promise

So it went for another month. I spent a lot of time earning the respect of both the people of Hill View, who still had it in for my family, and the people of the Dream Realm who didn’t know of me. It was hard convincing I wasn’t exactly like my Great-aunt Dorianne, who they believed was hard and cruel. As for the Dream Realm Companions, they heard about the fight with Essex Crowley. This stirred the minds of the non-modern Companions, who still believed in the times before the Wars for Power, when it was peaceful. I was slowly earning the Elders’ respect, which helped a lot.
Darlene Bennington taught me a little about Pagan Magic, or at least the Celtic kind. She explained there were as many kinds of Pagan arts as there were Pagans themselves. Luna and I both learned under her guidance the subtle differences between the Mystics of my family and the Pagans of the world. Darlene knew my sister was as powerful as I was, so she let Luna apprentice under her at the head of the Pagan Council. Thankfully, the Pagan Council welcomed both of us “Mystics” with open arms. I made friends with many witch families and learned a lot. It felt good to know I was accepted for who I truly was, and not for my marital status as a Reading. They knew I was the Keeper of the Powers of Spirit, which they called Akasha, so that became my Coven-name. They invited both Luna and I to participate in each of the Sabbats, or holidays. It helped me become one with myself and free in my mind and heart.
A lot happened in a month. From the Pagan lessons, to school for the children and myself, to the dreams of Melody Jacobs I was having. Each dream led me further into the troubled mind of the mysterious cousin I never knew. I consulted Lord Guardian about her each time I went to his Castle. He told me the same story Dorianne had, but from his perspective. It was heartwarming, really. Elisabeth, Melody’s twin, switched a final time with her sister on Melody’s deathbed. They made a pact to learn everything they could about the true Mystic Magic, since their mother didn’t tell them, and their father didn’t have a clue.
I slowly became more of a Spiritual guide to those Dreamers in need. To them, as I was to Millie, I was a Goddess. The Elemental Goddesses taught me their own type of Magics, which I could tap into whenever I truly needed it. The Goddess of Earth, Dana, helped me learn how to shape-shift. The Goddess of Fire, Hestia, taught me how to fight as a knight on horseback, with sword, shield, wand, and what she called Dragon Magic. The Goddess of Air, Aura, taught me how to go into the minds of her sky-bound creatures, to see what they could see and feel their emotions. Goddess of the Waters, Brianna, taught me more of the Mer-Magic, introducing me to her water Companions.
When I thought I was strong enough in my Magic, I remembered the promise I made to Millie. The Mystic Mirror vanity called to me, and I wanted to answer. I stared at it, clutching the Amulet. I wanted to use the Travel Spell and the power of the Mirror to take me to my old home, but my husband wasn’t so eager to let me go.
“What about all the pain you felt back then?” Derrick reminded me in a whisper, wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me from behind. Our images met in the Mirror.
“Millie’s feeling even more pain than I did.” I told him. “I want to know, Derrick. This is something I feel I have to do.”
He sighed. “Closure from a hurtful past I take it.” I nodded. He kissed my neck, which made me relax in his arms.
“Not only for myself, but for her.” I said. “And I did make a promise to her. I don’t want to hurt her anymore that she already is.”
“Is that why you sent Celine Stargazer to be her friend?” His teasing tone asked, knowing.
I smiled. “Who told you?”
“Wolf.”
We stood staring at the Mirror for what seemed to be eternity, our thoughts losing us to the rest of the world.
“Do you think you’re powerful enough, Love?”
“That’s why I want you with me.” I said. “You’ll be my anchor if I’m not strong enough. That way, you won’t worry so much about me. Besides, I need you.”
Derrick squeezed, kissing my neck. “What are Earthly Protectors for anyway, if not to protect their lovers?”
“I’m glad you think that, because I’m ready to go.” I reached a hand to the Mirror’s pane, letting its own Magic take me over. “Remember the Travel Spell?”
“Not really, but you have to repeat it anyway, right?”
“Twice.” I replied. “Close your eyes, grasp my hand, and hold on tight. This may be a bumpy ride.”
“I’ll trust you on that one, love.” He kidded.
I called the Spell three times and we were on our way to the Doll Mansion in Shore Point, California.
When we landed, it was in front of the Doll Mansion itself. I was disoriented but fine.
“Are you okay, love?” He asked and I nodded.
“What about you?”
“Not worse for wear.” He told me. He was used to the Travel Spell, but not the Mirror. “If we’re gonna do this, better now than never.”
I walked up the stairs of the Doll Mansion, opening my Empathy. There was a strange sense I couldn’t name in that house. The sense of illness, despair and confusion. It hurt my head thinking about it, so I closed the Empathy until I knew what was going on.
Derrick held my hand as he rang the doorbell.
The door creaked open to reveal a dark-skinned maid. “May I help you?”
“We’re here to see Madam Doll.” I replied.
“On what business?” The maid sneered.
I opened my mouth but my husband beat me to the words. “It’s personal.”
The maid huffed, leading us in. “Names?”
“Just tell her Ariana Moon is here to see her.” I said. “She’ll know who I am.”
Was, I added in both Derrick’s and my minds.
The maid led me to Mrs. Doll’s own suite upstairs, with Derrick behind me. She knocked, announcing me. “Madam, there is an Ariana Moon here to see you. May I send her in?”
I could just see beyond the maid’s shoulder. Mrs. Doll was lying on her bed, head turned away from the door. When the maid told her my name, she turned.
“Yes.” Mrs. Doll croaked. “Then leave.”
“Very well, Madam.” The maid complied, showing me inside before leaving us.
Rhonda Doll and I stared at each other for a moment.
“You’ve come back I see.” She said. “I have nothing for you, you know.”
“I don’t want anything from you.” I told her. “I wanted to help your foster-daughter, Millie.”
“What do you want from her, then?” Rhonda asked, sitting herself up. Derrick and I helped. “Who is this gentleman?”
“This is my husband, Derrick Reading.” I told her. “I met him shortly after I ran away from here.”
“Yes, Richard did tell me you ran off, but not why.”
“I ran away because of something I overheard.” She was interested and let me continue. “I was in the next room when I heard the conversation on the phone. You were going to sell me back to your greedy aunt Helen Gertrude. I didn’t want that, so I ran away.”
“Mrs. Gertrude is her aunt?” Derrick asked, surprised.
“What of it?” Mrs. Doll snapped, coughing.
“Nothing.” Derrick said. “I’m here for Ariana, not to make trouble with you.”
“That reminds me. What are you doing here?” Mrs. Doll asked, glaring at me.
“I told you. I want to help Millie.” I said.
“How do you know about her?”
“She came to me in a dream, crying for help.” I told her. “Being the Young Guardian, I wanted to heal her wounds then and there. As soon as she told me who she lived with, I knew I had to wait.”
“Young Guardian? Heal her wounds? What are you talking