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Magic Realms Hidden Secrets (Chapter seven)
Chapter seven.
Apart no more.
Luna paced the room nervously. Lucifer had explained that she needed to partake in a ritual in order to free her sister. He had explained that it would require masses of energy to perform and almost certainly make the donor pass out or, in worse-case scenario, make them fall into an everlasting coma. Luna had asked if she could donate her energy but Lucifer had strongly denied her request.
"Bah! No! Do you wish to lie on a death-bed? You already have to waste enough energy on this girl just to perform the idiotic ritual. No. You will need a donor in order to perform it."
Jacob suddenly knelt down before her.
"Lady Rose, daughter of Astrid Rose, in honour of the land I serve I surrender myself to this cause. I hereby vowel to squeeze every drop of life out of myself and give it all to you, no matter how much pain or discomfort it may bring me. Head my pledge." He stood up proudly. Luna was mortified. She now had to choose between her best friend and her sister.
"I-I can't!" She spluttered through tears.
"Come here." Jacob said softly, sweeping her into a warm embrace. Her cheeks burned with warmth.
"Luna you have to trust me. It will be okay, I promise. I'll never leave you." He soothed. She burrowed into his chest, smiling at the familiar minty smell.
"I trust you".
"You will need to light the candles. I have set them up correctly, Luna just needs to light them using magic only." Lucifer said.
"How do I light them though? My magic is a sort of light, but it is not a flame. It is heat les- wait no it's not! If I summon a red colour it turns warm. I could try, I guess…" Luna wondered aloud. She summoned the warm ball of luminous light and began to think of things that required strength. She pictured an intense battle field. Bodies lying lifeless in filth, arrows piercing through chain armor, swords clashing wildly, horses riding against viscous wind. She was a soldier on the losing team. She watched her friends be swarmed with enemies. She knew that when the sun sets the war would be won by the enemy. Her heart was racing, but her mind was steady. She had to create a distraction, something that would turn the battle into complete confusion, an illusion of such. She quickly assessed the gear she was carrying. She noticed a leather bag tied to her shoulder. It had an array of arrows with different sized tips, she also carried a small pouch which contained a few drops of poisson. She also carried a heavy crossbow. In this story she was an archer, and had an impeccable aim. How did she know this? On her leather shirt she wore a stainless steel badge that had her name engraved in a dark purple. She knew from working as a lady of the court, that purple indicated power and status. It was a...
Apart no more.
Luna paced the room nervously. Lucifer had explained that she needed to partake in a ritual in order to free her sister. He had explained that it would require masses of energy to perform and almost certainly make the donor pass out or, in worse-case scenario, make them fall into an everlasting coma. Luna had asked if she could donate her energy but Lucifer had strongly denied her request.
"Bah! No! Do you wish to lie on a death-bed? You already have to waste enough energy on this girl just to perform the idiotic ritual. No. You will need a donor in order to perform it."
Jacob suddenly knelt down before her.
"Lady Rose, daughter of Astrid Rose, in honour of the land I serve I surrender myself to this cause. I hereby vowel to squeeze every drop of life out of myself and give it all to you, no matter how much pain or discomfort it may bring me. Head my pledge." He stood up proudly. Luna was mortified. She now had to choose between her best friend and her sister.
"I-I can't!" She spluttered through tears.
"Come here." Jacob said softly, sweeping her into a warm embrace. Her cheeks burned with warmth.
"Luna you have to trust me. It will be okay, I promise. I'll never leave you." He soothed. She burrowed into his chest, smiling at the familiar minty smell.
"I trust you".
"You will need to light the candles. I have set them up correctly, Luna just needs to light them using magic only." Lucifer said.
"How do I light them though? My magic is a sort of light, but it is not a flame. It is heat les- wait no it's not! If I summon a red colour it turns warm. I could try, I guess…" Luna wondered aloud. She summoned the warm ball of luminous light and began to think of things that required strength. She pictured an intense battle field. Bodies lying lifeless in filth, arrows piercing through chain armor, swords clashing wildly, horses riding against viscous wind. She was a soldier on the losing team. She watched her friends be swarmed with enemies. She knew that when the sun sets the war would be won by the enemy. Her heart was racing, but her mind was steady. She had to create a distraction, something that would turn the battle into complete confusion, an illusion of such. She quickly assessed the gear she was carrying. She noticed a leather bag tied to her shoulder. It had an array of arrows with different sized tips, she also carried a small pouch which contained a few drops of poisson. She also carried a heavy crossbow. In this story she was an archer, and had an impeccable aim. How did she know this? On her leather shirt she wore a stainless steel badge that had her name engraved in a dark purple. She knew from working as a lady of the court, that purple indicated power and status. It was a...
