There weren't always dragons in the valley. Up till now it was a serene spot that the Mage people like to dwell and take up positive space in. There were book sermons, how to properly use wands, and planet magic specialty classes. It was only recently that the dragons have taken up residence in the beautiful woods of the planet Coronet. There was a vicious fight between the dragons and the planetary demi-gods that drove them from their home and to stay on ours. My family and I are Mage people. We draw all strength from the planet and use it to power our way of life.
The war was horrible, and many dragons were slaughtered and those that were captured wish they were dead after the experiment's that the demi-gods used on them to test weaknesses. The dragons captured were strapped down and subjected from every form of torment from brutal beatings to test with different kinds of chemicals. Those that died quick were the lucky ones. Few made it out of the capture alive and fewer will speak of it to anyone. The horrors are unimaginable, and we don't want to see what happened. We can speak with dragons in a manner. They don't use words, but an experienced Mage can place their hands on the head of a dragon and receive the message that the dragon is trying to make. Only experienced one I add again because those of us that are in training are not at the level that this can be done safely. Others who have tried it and were not ready got unexpected complications such as pounding headaches lasting for days, even been blind and lost hearing.
After the war, (we call it the demi-dragon war) the dragons came to us peacefully wanting to exist and asking our help to make sure that the Demis wouldn't find them. Knowing that they were legit our elder mages cast a barrier around our plant allowing dragons to enter and no one else but us. They valley that used to be out place of serenity and peace became the place of peace for the dragons and a shelter of sort. We take care of them by food and sustainability, and they take care of us with traveling and location of dropped off goods and services. We have quite a nice and safe relationship as the elders protect the dragons from the Demis and the dragons help us with smaller threats like werewolves and bears.
This is the only issue with our circumstance. We are now vulnerable to outside threats and now Demis with attitude. We have known about them for years, but they were so full of themselves we didn't want to work with them, and we were too powerful for them to mess with, so we just left each other alone. If the Demis find out that we are harboring their arch nemesis, the dragons there will be another all-out war and no telling what this is going to look like. The Demis is strong and powerful like Hercules and other gods. Actual gods in their own right and they act like it too boot.
They know we possess strong magic from the planet and know that because of ancient history we protect ourselves pretty well. Thats the problem. No one has gotten into an actual fight with us in centuries and we are unprepared for any such kind of fight. The elders have grown fat and happy in their little food solitudes. Conjuring items is a required class in school and the elders take this much to seriously with their pastries, cakes, and ice cream deserts. Once upon a time one of the elders had a stroke from all the food he was conjuring up and eating. That is the fastest way to deplete your magic my mom says is to make everything you want to eat when you want to eat it. They went and conjured themselves diseases from the lack of care and concern with magic. A magical diabetic is something to see. They have to magically insert insulin into their bloodstream and check their wrist to see if the number changes. Where we are, all numbers, health factors, and statistics are withheld on a bracelet on your left hand. You can check everything at any time.
The whole room shakes, and you can hear the sound of the thunking when the books on the shelves start smacking the floor one by one. It's like someone had big hand and just pushed the whole library forward a few feet in a few seconds. Magical alarms are going off everywhere and the dragons are scared. The hell, I am scared! The alarm system turns the sky to red to alert everyone at once. My mother immediately calls my phone and asks if I am okay and if my friends are alright! I tell her that she is needlessly worrying but I guess all moms are like that. I tell her that I am fine, and we just took a jump is all. That and I feel bad for the librarian who has to pick up these books once this is all over.
Alarm central gets on the city-wide speaker and the mind readers send out special broadcasts to those that are only interpreting information by psychic intake. They say, " All planetary residence this is not a drill. All of you must go to your dwellings and stay there until further notice. More information will become available when we have it. Just do as we ask and go home. NOW! " Yes, I am scared but things like this have happened before usually when a defunct rocket gets tossed into our upper atmosphere it sets of the alarms as if someone sent it on purpose. Not often but it has happened before. Mom is on her way to get me and were going home. I'm grateful cause my next class was poison knowledge and cures and that is so boring I'd rather be in trouble. I'm Kaylar and I'm 18. In my last years of actual required training before I can pick which magical specialty I want to go into and start training for that. Thanks to the dragons there are more classes like Intro to dragon language, negotiating skills, and how to control a dragon.
Mom is going to be flying in any minute and I have to go. More on this later...
Okay, I'm home and back from school and tucked away in my magical loft that I created because mom said I could. Anyway, mom is freaking because the alarms were real, and she got a psychic message that we may be in more danger than we thought. Is it the Demis? Did they come to finish the destruction of the dragons? Are they that naive that they would be willing to take a chance taking on a powerful opponent just to kill and capture the remaining dragons that took shelter here? I guess we'll find out.
Mom says we need to go to the magical bunker with the dragons to make sure that they are safe as the elders investigate what happened and if there is more to this story than I am getting told? I'm currently packing my things and heading to the safe bunker protected by powerful magical warding that was designed for us come the unthinkable to happen. It's got to be bad if we are all going into the warding with the dragons. Suddenly the earth comes to a shift again and like the library I fall two feet forward in an instant as does my mom and the whole house. The floating streetlights are spinning and that is not a good sign.
The elder mages declare that we are going to a magical war, but with who? Why are we being attacked and is it the Demis? All are locked up tight and are safe and secure under the planets most powerful warding drawn from the planet's core as it exists. There is no stronger magic. Only a few of the most powerful must gather and combine their magic to come up with something so powerful. Even stronger than the warding around the planet making dragons invisible to onlookers. My mother casts a spell of protection around me to make sure that nothing harms me. Downside I can't pick up anything sharp either so crafting scissors are out. There is one last message before the psychic channels all go down and mom and the rest of the psychics are dropped like a psychic passing out.
It States: "Get your wands and powers at the ready they are coming... Coming for your (chidjfkdf)..." The message got jumbled at the worst possible moment too.... The only way I can fight is if I can overcome or get my mom to let down my warding which does not seem likely. A big whole gets ripped into the cover over the bunker and we are finally looking at our attacker. I can say, "This is not what I Expected"!
Then hell breaks loose, and the fun begins.
About the Creator
Linda Stanfill
I’m not what you expect but that has always been my best trait! I’m in the middle of a massive book undertaking and I’m trying pieces out here to see if it will be accepted! Like something??? Please let me know!
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A gentleman is walking down the street to a local bus stop and sees a cute brunette sitting and waiting for the bus. As he is also waiting, he grabs an open seat next to her. “ I wonder who she is”, he thinks to himself. Then a resounding voice comes from the back of his mind, “ Don’t think about it you probably can’t handle her”. Being the curious man that he was went up and introduced himself and started polite conversation. I’m Kris he says, and she says, “Hello, I’m Lydia”. Like any normal meeting they start talking about the weather and life goals and share funny stories. She likes him but is too distracted by life to want a relationship. Kris was the tall dark and handsome kind of guy. The type that Lydia thought was just her type. You know the type. The guy that always takes care of his girl, the ones that walk on the sidewalk next to traffic so if someone were to jump a curve, he could save her first. The one to always pull the chair out when she sits down and stand when she enters a room. Not many men are like this anymore, so this had her attention. She knew why she was there, and it wasn’t for romance or connection of any kind. The bus pulls up and he gestures that she can go first and then follows making sure that she is safely seated before the bus starts again. He asks to have a seat next to her and smiles and nods, agrees. “It’s only a short ride to my apartment complex,” Lydia says as they bus takes off. Kris smiles and says, “I'll take every moment I can get”. The bus stops and Lydia grabs her things and starts heading off to her apartment. Kris stays on the bus as his destination is farther than this. Lydia looks at Kris and says, “it was a pleasure to meet you”. He responds, “The pleasure was all mine”. They share smiles and Lydia starts to head to her apartment. What she didn’t account for was the intelligence and dedication of this man when he was properly motivated. They go their separate ways, and she knows that they will meet again as it is her job to motivate people. Three days later she goes to get on the bus to go to work and Kris is standing by a 67’ Mustang with flowers in hand offering her a ride to work and a proper proposal of seeing her again. She is floored because how did he know when she was going to be going to work or that she really hated the bus. She accepts and lets the gentleman give her a ride to work. She was curious as to how much he knew so she never told him where she worked or what she did. Without being told, he took her to the place that she worked and dropped her off proper, even walked her to the door. She stepped inside agreeing to see him again and then starting her day. He dropped her off at the local library as it was where she worked, on paper. Lydia went to the front desk and told the receptionist a strange phrase. Lydia said, “Agent B, requesting to speak with his majesty”. The reception starts smiled and said, “you're on time for a change, I see your new assignment is going well”. “SSSHHHH”, Lydia says as she is handed a book by the receptionist and starts to head toward the back of the library. She gets to the back of the library where there is a wall and nothing else. She opens the book and says, “Peacocks, umbrellas, and duct tape”. Suddenly there is moving on the other side of the wall and a door appears where the wall was. She enters and gets to work. At this time, she has agreed to dinner with Kris and will be cleaned up and ready for it by the end of her shift. Kris meets her outside the library at eight and takes her to a lovely dinner for two at a very high-end restaurant. Being that she is liking how this is turning out, she agrees to another date and a relationship form that will greatly affect her job and herself. “You weren’t supposed to have actual feelings for this man!”. Feeling happy and connecting with someone is not what she was trained for. “We know the punishment for taking too long on an assignment”, she reminds herself. “You are an AOC”, she reminds herself as she starts to have thoughts of Kris and how nice and funny, he was. The next day at work was worse than before. The Management of the AOC network personally called her into his office to discuss his concerns with Lydia and her ability to focus, “you are one of my best,” he says, “but don’t get distracted.” “You know the punishment for connecting too much with targets and wasting time”. She agrees whole heartedly and tells the boss that she will finish her assignment and move on. He comments,” you have already taken three times a long on this assignment then the others, wrap it up agent. “Yes Sir”, she says as she leaves his office. “It is time to finish this because there are so many others that need motivated and I’m wasting time”, she thinks to herself as she gets back to work. As Kris is trying to figure Lydia out, he keeps running into issues. How can someone that is employed at a library live in an apartment worth 1k a month? Stocking books is not to going to give you that kind of payout”, Kris says to himself, “ I'll look deeper into her history and see just what she is doing to make so much money and why she is still riding the bus to work’. Investigations into her are turning up no such luck on who or what she is or actually does for a living, and he is starting to get suspicious as to what she is really up to. He called a friend at the company that owns the library and they have had no one on the payroll with that name. Talks with the associates in the library show no such knowledge of her save the receptionist who is always there day or night. The next day he sneaks into the library and waits for her to come in and speak to the receptionist as to see if there is anything weird going on. As he hides behind a row of books Lydia walks in and goes up to the desk as usual and and says, “Agent B clocking in”. The receptionist hands her another book and she proceeds to to go to the back of the library not knowing that Kris is watching her this whole time. She stands facing a wall and says, “Oranges, Perplexities, and Scotch”. The door appears and she walks through. Kris is at a loss to know how to handle this as he is thinking that she just stocked shelves for a living and not living a double life as a spy. Kris the impulsive type that cannot wait and needs to see what is going on in that room. Lydia has walked in and you notice the door only stays open for a few seconds after someone passes through. “Passing through walls”? “I must have lost my mind”. Kris says as he gets his timing in to jump in as the next person is ready to enter the Agency. He is only aware that a few people have entered this place and wonders why its hidden. Another agent comes in as he hears, “Agent 16 ready for clock in” at the front desk. He tries and hides himself between a few shelves of books as not to be seen. Kris times it just right and manages to slip in behind Agent 16 and takes one step over the threshold and sees many people, going about their workday. Names of clients on the board in back and suddenly his stomach felt like it got hit by a brick and he feels queasy. Collapsing to the floor someone says, “Lydia, I think he’s yours”!
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