Ancient Mystic's War of the Realms Saga by Lady Adellandra Dratianos (ebooks children's books free TXT) 📕

former Maiden didn’t know whether to curse the new feeling or bless it. It made her feel energized and dazed. So dazed, she didn’t feel it when Damian pinched her arm.
“Ow!” She cried, scowling at him.
She found herself in front of a door with a Magic jewel on it.
“Is this it?” Damian asked. “Do you know how to get in?”
Sabrina touched the doorknob. A sudden jolt of Magical energy zapped through her arm. She may not have known the spell before but she did now.
She blamed it on a Ancient Mystic Spell that was put on the door.
“I do now.” Opening her mouth, Sabrina sang a wordless tune, consisting of only seven notes.
The door opened slowly, the spell worn off it by her voice.
Sabrina and Damian smiled at each other.
“This is it.” Sabrina whispered. “We need to hurry.”
“How do you use this thing?”
“A chant to the reflection and presto, instant Unknown.”
Damian sighed. “I hope you are right about this, Sabrina. I am tired of feeling so goody-goody.”
He took her hand. With the other hand, Sabrina chanted a spell.

Ancient Mystic Mirror take me away
Through the nighttime where we play
A special place to be alone
Take us through to the Unknown.

The siblings closed their eyes at the last word and prepared to be whisked away.

IV

Minutes after the sibling duo used the Mirror, Enchantra returned. She appeared in front of the Palace door, sensing something amiss. Not sure what to make of it, Mistress Sister Enchantra closed her silver-blue eyes and opened her empathic eyes and ears. She walked the path her Clairvoyance took her.
Feeling something familiar, Enchantra could literally smell the rotten stench of the Dark Magic. It was faint, but still got her nose and sensors bothered.
Whoever was here had the Darkest of Dark Magic. She thought to herself.
Her sensors made her feel her something she didn’t want to feel, telling her something she didn’t want to hear. Something had to be done, immediately.
O’Dell had to know about this.
“Lord Guardian, come quickly!” Enchantra called into the air, staring at the door to the Ancient Mystic Mirror Room. To her alarm and despair, it was open.
In moments, the Lord Guardian of the Dream Realm appeared behind her. “My Love?” he asked, grasping her waist with his human arms. “What is it?”
“Look at the Mirror.” Enchantra whispered. “She’s glowing.”
He looked, alarmed himself. “The traveling glow indeed.”
Enchantra nodded. She stepped closer to it, the feeling of Dark Magic in her nose and heart.
“Dark Magic, O’Dell.” She said. “Do you not sense its presence in the air?”
“Aye, I do.” He replied, stepping closer to the Mirror. “Ask her.”
Enchantra looked from him to the mirror. She raised her hands and called out to her reflection.
“Show me what I wish to see,” Enchantra started, calling to the Mirror. “Who has last grasped the Magic within thee?”
The Mirror Mistress appeared, glowing a pastel violet-white aura. Her long white hair whipped around her with the winds that blew within the mirror itself. Her silver eyes showed only mirrors of her soul, and silver-white gown was laden with sparkling jewels.
“‘Tis an easy tale to tell.” The Mirror’s sweet voice echoed simply. “T’were the children of Jezebel.”
“Where did they go, Mistress Mirror? Show me a vision to make it clearer.”
“They go to the Unknown and find, a surprise of a darker kind. Dominionite Gloriana is there, with her daughters Albrath and Shenara fair.”
O’Dell was getting angry, knowing who the Dominionites were. He didn’t feel like speaking in rhyme when he demanded. “Why single Gloriana and her daughters out, when there are Dominionites with more standing?”
“Simple, my Lord Guardian alone,” The Mirror’s gentle voice echoed. “Gloriana is now Queen of the Unknown. Your brother is now the Master of this domain, but we are in trouble all the same.”
With that, they could see the Mirror darken, and its mistress was gone.
“They will pay for this.” O’Dell fumed.
Enchantra placed a hand on his chest, hopefully to calm him. “Please, calm yourself.”
O’Dell looked to his lover, confidant and friend. He took a deep breath. “I am sorry Enchantra, but no.” He spat.
She stepped away, afraid of his growing anger.
“Do you know what their union means to this world?” O’Dell asked gently, grasping her hand and pulling her to him. They were face to face now.
“Nay.” She shook her head, almost fearing his answer. “Tell me.”
O’Dell pulled her face so they met eyes. “Now that Gloriana is my brother’s mate, there is no stopping the Dominionite Army.”
“The Army has long disbanded, my Lord and Love.” Enchantra pointed out. “Some have gone with him to the Unknown, some stayed in the Grey Area with Maximaniac.”
O’Dell pulled away from her. “Do you not remember the Wars? When a simpleton Dominionite named Gloriana seduced Orthos?”
Enchantra stared, listening to his words.
“She has always wanted to be his queen.” O’Dell replied. “Now that she is, who knows what destruction they will cause?”
Enchantra gasped, finding herself in his arms. Scared, she put her head on his chest, feeling comfort in his warm embrace. “Will you stay with me, O’Dell? It is lonely around the Palace without you.”
O’Dell saw humor in the statement and laughed. “Dearest Enchantra, I need no reason to stay with you. I would and will because of my love for you.”
“Thank you, my Lord and Love.” Enchantra was happy at last. They kissed, hugging each other. She looked up into his loving and courageous eyes. “You will stay with me forever?”
“Until the ends of eternity.” O’Dell pointed out, teasing her nose with a kiss. He then kissed her lips and felt something good inside. Right away, he knew something he hadn’t known before.
Enchantra’s love for him was a comfort in these troubled times.
Story #1:
Family Circle

Aimee Schmidt couldn’t help being worried, and for good reasons. Aaron, her twin brother, had a new Magic within he wasn’t able to control too well. Ariana, her best friend who lived next door, was being bothered by the Dark Magic and the Maiden once again. Ariana’s children, her nephews Mark Antony and Andrew, and her niece Kelly were worried for their mother, wanting Aimee’s advice. Little Melody was always giving Aimee looks of worry, using telepathy to communicate to her. Aimee’s adopted daughter Angel was helpless with worry. Even her own adopted son Bradley Allen, who followed wherever Kelly led him, noticed the worry lines that practically glued themselves to Aimee’s face.
Aaron had told her at length what happened with his demon mistress, claiming his Unicorn Magic was wanting to come out. It made her think of her own, whenever the Crusaders were in trouble, she’d feel it right away with empathy. Her eyes peered to the small scar on her right wrist, where the Musketeers had made a blood pact. Trouble had been following her since that day, but she wasn’t complaining. Aimee loved being the Crusaders’ Over-Seer with the Unicorn Magic in her blood. She just wished she could help. She’d known Ariana since the three of them were five-years-old. They grew up together in an orphanage in Shore Point, California, calling themselves the “Three Musketeers.” If one of them would be in trouble, the other two would shelter them from pain. Years later, with children involved, Aimee wondered what the Crusaders’ old nemesis wanted with them.
She couldn’t think of anything to do about it until the other day. That’s when Ariana had left the four children with her, while Ariana herself mentally fought the Dominionite Maiden. Ariana didn’t want her children to be in the middle of battle. Heck, she didn’t even want her own husband in the middle of battle. Sabrina was being obnoxious again, and it was now up to Ariana and her four sisters to figure her scheme out.
Aimee sighed, shaking her head. She blinked and looked down. She was vacuuming the carpet, her thoughts taking her back in time.
“Aimee.” She heard fourteen-year-old Bradley Allen’s voice beside her, and felt a hand on her shoulder.
She turned after shutting the vacuum off. “Sorry, Bradley. What is it?”
“I wanted to know if I could spend the night at Alex’s tonight.” Bradley replied, then looked closer at his adopted aunt. “Are you okay?”
“Oh, sure honey.” Aimee smiled for him. “I’m fine, but which Alex?”
“Not Reading, but Farthay.” Bradley told her. He stared at her eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Positive,” She laughed lightly.
Bradley was serious. “Why are your eyes green?”
Green? Aimee asked herself. “They’re not. They’re brown.”
Bradley shook his head. “Go check.”
With him at her heals, she went to the bathroom and checked her reflection. She didn’t like what she saw, at first. Then she whispered. “The Unicorn Magic.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Bradley asked.
Aimee looked at him, wondering if she should tell him about the Unicorn Magic she had. He knew the Ancient Mystic secrets, thanks to Kelly and the Crusaders: Ariana, Luna, Shane, Derrick, and Aaron. He even knew she was their Over-Seer.
“I have Unicorn Magic.” Aimee tried to explain to him. “Lord Guardian told me when I was younger.” She fingered the bracelet on her right wrist. “The power in the bracelets Ariana gave Aaron and I helped bring it out.”
“That still doesn’t tell me why your eyes are green now.” Bradley pointed out.
“Green is the color of Unicorn Magic.” Aimee responded. “Aaron has it, too. Not only with the bracelet, but the necklace Ariana gave him.” She looked at her reflection again. This time, the green glow in her eyes was brighter. “I’ll have to go to Mrs. Woods for advice.” She turned back to him. “In the meantime, yes, you can spend the night with Alex Farthay. Just be sure to stay away from his sister Kirsten.”
“Thanks, and her name is Krysti.” Bradley playfully corrected her.
He left her in the bathroom, staring at her strange reflection in the mirror.
Why are my eyes turning green now? Aimee asked. They never did before.
She looked to the bracelet once again. Even it was glowing.
Something is going on, and Amethyst Theresa Schmidt was scared stiff.
“Hey, Aim?” She heard Aaron’s voice from the living room. “Where are you?”
She could hear him coming closer so she met him in the hall.
“There you are.” Aaron announced. He noticed her eyes. “Woah. You, too, huh?”
“Me too, what?” Aimee asked.
“The Unicorn Magic is begging to come out, isn’t it?” Aaron supplied. Aimee had to nod. “I’ve been gettin’ vibes from my necklace again.”
“What about this time?” Aimee questioned. The twins headed to her bedroom.
“Sabrina and her Dark Magic.” Aaron replied. “Only, she wasn’t alone. There were others with her, including Damian.”
“What would they want with you?” Aimee sat on her bed, and Aaron sat next to her. “What are you to them?”
“Aimee, I’m a Crusader, remember?”
“The Crusades are long over, remember?” Aimee pointed out.
He huffed. “Listen to me, will ya?” He admonished. “My Unicorn Magic, along with both Magics from the bracelet and necklace, are itching to be used. Sabrina and her consorts want my power, Aimee, and I believe they’ll do anything to get it.”
“As long as you close your Force against them, they never will.” Aimee said. “How many times do I have to tell you that?”
Aaron groaned, fingering the necklace with closed eyes. He shook his head.
“What’s wrong?”
“All this is giving me a headache.” He replied. “How does Ariana handle all her Magic?”
“You have to remind yourself she grew with it. She’s a born Ancient Mystic. We’re just a