Ravanan laughed as he carefully set the biotite on the table. “No, Kalara, you could do alchemy by yourself, dragons don’t need helpers.” He placed the ring on the top of the flat mineral and finally balanced the iolite crystal over the braided ring. “All minerals have certain defining properties. Minerals like these change what is seen when rotated a quarter of the way, they are most helpful to see hidden things.”
Peering into the surface of the blue crystal Ravanan cast “REVEAL” as he carefully rotated the iolite and the biotite in opposite directions. He was motionless, watching the little window to learn the ring’s true intention. In the window screen of iolite he could see Kalara casting a spell on the left, a bell ringing in the middle, and watchful eyes on the right.
Immediately the blue wizard grabbed his minerals, stepped back, and breathed a jet of hot blue flame on the ring, incinerating it and blackening the rock’s tabletop. He turned to Kalara, “That ring was how you were being watched! It must have alerted Annette when you sensed my aura and discovered your magic for the first time in the mall; it must have detected the change in you and because of that I was dismissed. Annette didn’t want me to take you away!”
“Annette? You are saying that she was watching me and banished you?! That is not possible. She isn’t like that, she is nice.” Kalara couldn’t believe it.
“Not only that, I’m saying she is the one who cursed you and caused your guts to fall out. That ash cloud in your memory was her doing. She does not wish you well.”
“Ravanan, you’re wrong.”
He shook his head. “You amaze me with your trusting blindness. There are many dragons in the world and each one uses magic, Annette included. That ring was a threat we didn’t need.”
Even though the light in Black Blade Lair was dimming, Ravanan wasn’t ready to stop for the day. “I still need to know who this dragoness is and how you’re connected to her. Did you meet her while doing Acama work? Maybe you knew her from your past. Why did Annette feel the need to watch you? Why did she take you up there? If she was protecting her Acama why would she send you away from her and tell you to stay lost? And why would she want to keep me away from you? I will find out. My gold is gone and I will kill both of you to get it back. Now how do I find her?!”
Kalara shook her head and cried “I don’t know. I don’t remember how to get to her house.”
Her impotence would not become his. Ravanan sighed and went on “There has to be something inside your head that will reveal her and help me find her. Perhaps if you heard her full name it would spark a latent memory in you. From your memories we’ve looked at, her dark eyes indicates she is possibly a brown dragoness and living in Anarchelos Vya. Annette the Mighty Copper, does that title or the name Annette of Anarchelos Vya sound familiar to you?”
Kalara looked down, “No. I think her name was something like Annette Sixkiller. I thought you didn’t know her, how do you know her name then?”
“I don’t know her, that’s why I’m asking you.”
“But you said Annette of Anarchelos Vya like you know her.”
“You told me her name was Annette. All dragons choose their own name and are known by their color and where they hatched, therefore Annette would be from Anarchelos Vya, or as a human would say, the center of North America. Of course I’m assuming she didn’t migrate from her hatching ground.”
“OK, so why don’t we just go back and search for her like you searched for me, since we know the area where she lives?”
“Because we can find her faster if you could remember anything about her. It took me nearly a year of daily searching to find you, I don’t wish to repeat that. Now let’s try again. What if the smoke and ash you experienced in that ceremony was her aura instead of a spell? Then she would be a silver dragoness but dark enough so that her human eyes would still appear dark at first glance. Do you remember the title Annette the Mighty Silver? What about Annette the Silver Enchantress?”
Kalara shook her head and the look on her face was negative.
Nothing could lessen Ravanan’s drive to find his treasure, “You don’t remember... Alright, we’ll find your past to find her and then we’ll get my gold. There are more memories you have that I need, let’s get back to it.”
Seated once more at the Mayan table the blue wizard told her “I need you to rethink of every moment from the time you entered that mall to when we were flying away.”
“If you think it’ll help, but you were right there with me, wouldn’t you already know the same things?”
“I do, but not from your perspective. I need to be sure I didn’t miss anything, maybe you saw something that I didn’t.”
Raising an eyebrow in doubt, she took his hands in hers and cast “UNION”. Ravanan followed firmly with “UNION” and “SCRIBE”. Drawn into Kalara’s mind, Ravanan was agreeing to meet Jenniffer for dinner and then they parted once inside.
He was looking for anyone he might recognize and then he was being followed. Suddenly he couldn’t move and saw himself approach in a casual stride, casting Calm.
After a moment of black visage, he felt the enticement of his own aura from across the table and the powerful drawing command issued from Kalara’s blood as it awakened and busted through her mind block. It was like looking in a mirror for Ravanan inside Kalara’s memory as he admired himself, feeling very much like Narcissus of Greek myth. He felt Kalara’s body become aroused, he admired his handsome and smooth-skinned, excellently-morphed human body and longed to run his fingers over his fine muscles. He plotted how to accidentally touch him and feel the throbbing pulse in his veins. He was nearly panting at the wonderment of how hard, stiff, and bony his wrist must feel, it had to be a perfect indicator of the magnitude of his member and he pictured what he looked like at full potency, it was a beautiful thing. They were both salivating with desire, but her body was being held back by her politeness. He didn’t want to be tamed and felt a deep twinge of pain from Kalara’s self-imposed denial. Her weak rejection worked against itself, he had to have her, there was no stopping that now, not now that he knew her deepest feelings.
After another black visage, he was following himself, feeling and seeing more than ever before. As they were headed towards the exit, the mall suddenly grew dark with black smoke that had come from nowhere. Out of the darkness the smoke curled into iridescent blueish-green eyes, big as dinner plates, they hauntingly crowded in the air. Hundreds of the malevolent eyes were all around them, watching, seeing everything they did. There was nowhere they could run or hide from the menacing eyes. Ravanan saw himself up ahead, saw himself turn around and come back to shield Kalara; and then he watched helplessly as Kalara’s protector vanished, instantly ripped away. He was in turmoil. What would he do now? How would he ever find his past? The shoppers around him were mute and irritatingly bland, just like his existence, he hated them. He tried to fly away from the cattle but was unable to do so. He was trapped! The rainbow eyes were all around him, mocking his defeat, they saw every move he made.
He couldn’t fly and dragons weren’t real, his heart sank at the thought. Outside of the shared memory, Ravanan heard himself whisper ‘Magic isn’t real’ in unison with Kalara and tears of despair rolled down his cheeks, but the audible distraction did not sever the Union spell. The gloomy memory continued. ‘Magic isn’t real’, he’d been forced to say those words too many times and they were in direct conflict with what he wanted to believe. The life he wanted couldn’t be real though, there was no proof, he couldn’t fly and the self-proclaimed dragon named Ravanan was not there, which meant he’d made the whole story up in his head. Terrible thoughts entered his mind as the silent, iridescent eyes drove him towards insanity. Amidst the evil peacock eyes, sadness and confusion ate away at him, he could never escape - it was a slow implosion with no end.
The memories crashed at the never-ending sadness, there were no more thoughts to know, he felt as though he’d experienced them a million times over. The blue wizard came
out of the union spell shuddering with emotion. Ravanan ached for Kalara’s plight.
They were clutching each other’s hands so tightly that Kalara’s nails brought his blood to light. Ravanan tried to pull away but she was in so much distress she wouldn’t let go. She was clinging to him as if he was the very core of her sanity.
“IT HURTS!” he yelled and tore his hands from Kalara’s clawed grasp using reserves of strength that surpassed the usual amount of force needed to break a hand hold, falling more into the category of battle.
His blood seeped freely and he didn’t care. Ravanan had never felt such troubling thoughts before, it changed his perceptions of her, but for better or worse he did not know. He leaned back in his chair to clear his head. He could tell she was seriously confused and afraid; that her coherent and peaceful demeanor was but a thin foam over the troubled waters beneath. Whatever spell Annette the dragoness had cast on Kalara was a mess of a cruel spell, the effect of it was catastrophic. The only thing that protected her sanity was the complexity of her dragon mind; the spell would have scrambled any human mind into soup. Just looking at the damage threatened the foundations of his sanity as well. He never wanted to visit the raw nerves of his psyche again, it was a disturbing place to be where even his mind could get lost.
Kalara hadn’t recovered yet. He had to shake her out of her trance, yelling “Wake up! It’s only a memory you’re seeing – nothing more!”
She came alive crying “Oh Ravanan, come back! Please don’t leave me like that again, I couldn’t handle it. Please!” She gasped for each breath.
“I won’t. I couldn’t do that to you.” He reached out to her, stroking her hair, comforting her and taking her into his arms, thankful he was there for her and that he was sane. “I’m here, I’m right here, you’re safe.” He held her a little tighter just to be sure they were both real and in their right minds, the warmth of her life blood gave him much needed solace.
Ravanan was visibly moved by the passionate memories and knowing how she felt about him. He had felt her desirous aura – which was nothing new to him, he could have fought that, but in that Union spell he had experienced her body’s lust from her point-of-view, had felt the memory of her wetness coming down and her body temperature rise, it was too much for him. She wanted him and he knew exactly how she wanted him. He couldn’t dismiss it, the duel effect of his and her desirous memories combined to further enhance his own. His fingers combed through her dark hair and found her beautiful jaw line, touching her not only comforted Kalara but himself as well. More than just longing, he needed to feel her, needed to know their bodies were real, that their lives were not imagined. He cupped her face in his hands and brought her lips to his, they locked but Kalara was still crying, her salty tears fell on his cheeks.
She broke the kiss, trembling “I can’t stop seeing those eyes, those terrible eyes. There were hundreds of them, horrible, all around me, pushing me to insanity.” She cried. “Why didn’t I notice them before?”
He looked into her scared eyes and softly asked “Was that the first time you’d seen them?”
“Yes. They were pure evil!” There was raw panic in her voice. “I tell you, they were evil, I know it! They came from nowhere!” Kalara twisted her hands “That is what took you away from me wasn’t it?” She wiped her tears from her violet eyes and covered her wet nose and mouth with her small hands, shielding herself. She didn’t want to think about them. She hated those eyes, her breath was quick and shallow.
Her torture cut Ravanan to the bone, he rubbed her arms to calm her down as he told her “Yes it was.” It was all he could say, feeling that even his simple answer was adding tons of weight to her shackles of pain.
Ravanan felt bad, he hadn’t realized the slow awakening of her magical awareness kept Kalara from seeing the dark spell of eyes when it happened and so he hadn’t blocked his memory of it from her. He hated that he was now the source of her agony. He gently took her hands into his, uncovering her wet lips, he had to explain “The spell took both of our memories and gave us a stereo view of them. I didn’t know you hadn’t seen that rather crude Seer spell when it happened, it was my memory you were seeing. If I’d only known I would have spared you the pain of seeing it.”
Kalara raggedly replied with a tear-roughened voice “Those eyes took you and my hope away, leaving me all alone! I was alone!” She shouted and cried. “I thought I was losing it, that you weren’t real! I was losing my mind!”
Her head dropped into her hands that were wet from crying and she didn’t care, not bothering to wipe them dry. More tears escaped as she feared Ravanan was only a figment of her imagination even now, her chest heaved with heartache. As she sobbed the very walls of Black Blade Lair trembled with her though she didn’t notice it. There was a power in her that was fresh, young, and untamed.
“I’m real...... and I’m right here.” Ravanan quieted her with a tender embrace. He saw the lair quaking from her uncontrolled power and he needed to calm her down. He knew what her dragon blood was capable of and yet he only saw her broken heart and her delicate feelings as he held her in his arms.
With her head nuzzled in his neck, he breathed in her sweet flesh, savoring it, reveling in the subtle nuances of her. Kalara leaned into him, feeling his steady breath heat up her skin. She was still too far away, he needed her closer. He took her hands in his and brought her to his lap, so she straddled him.
Soothing her, he quietly stared into her eyes for a long time, taking her away from her fears. Kalara was his mirror, she was unblinking and silent. Ravanan loosened the ties on her thin robe and moved his hands inside, cradling her back, and began softly touching her sculpted spine. He let out a long breath at how smooth and soft her skin was. The slow patterns of his fingertips on her delicate skin were actually runes of relaxation that felt so good to her. Each stroke of the letters took his hands further down her spine. He focused on each vertebra, pushing the tension from her body. Once all the way down, he started back up with a small pull to bring her in close. She could feel him hot and hard under his velvet robe which only added to the intensity of the moment. His full attention was on her and his lips were softly brushing her neck as he massaged between her shoulder blades, pressing her chest into him.
Continuing upwards, Ravanan brought his hands out of her robe and finished pushing the last of the stress from her spine as he moved up her neck. Then he cradled the base of her head, rotating it to stretch her neck muscles and expose her tendons – kissing and sucking them. Her body was pliable under his care, she moaned with relaxation. With his amazing hands he brought her parted lips to his, rubbing her supple cheeks with his thumbs as he did. Her lips were so soft he couldn’t stop kissing them, she tasted so sweet, and with profound tenderness his tongue went deeper. Her soft hair draped across his face, dazing him, making him push even further into her and forcing all stress to leave her body.
It had been so difficult to not ravish her all these past days; but to experience her wetness in that memory pushed him beyond his limits – it threw him over the edge and he could resist no longer. Her tongue worked like magic, and from the way her hips moved he knew her desire was higher than ever. He needed to feel her softness stretching around him as he pushed to find her hot heart. Just this one time he would give in; the woman before him was still Kalara, or at least her body was, and he had to have it – it’s what he was built for. Somewhere amidst the kisses he cast “EVOKE BED” and took her up in his arms. With an urgent vigor, he carried her over to the bed and laid down with her, stroking her hair and pulling the dark tresses from underneath her. She was remarkable. Her violet eyes and feminine body were mesmerizing. Her arms enveloped him and she grabbed a handful of his hair, bringing him back to her warm, wet mouth.
Ravanan whispered into her ear “How could I ever leave the one I so desperately want?” then his sapphire robe disappeared, revealing his full masculinity. He pushed her robe off her shoulders to see her perfect breasts, and ran hi
s fingers over her newly healed stomach, smiling at his handiwork. For a fraction of a heartbeat, a shadow of sadness crossed his face when he remembered seeing her stomach bloodied and tore open and the worry that had risen up in his throat that day, it was an image he wouldn’t soon forget. His greatest fear was losing her again. Now there was not a scratch on her, no scars. He lowered himself and kissed her beautiful belly, happy she was right there underneath him.
His fingertips followed a careful trail up to her ripe nipples, finding all her secret nerve endings along the way, he made a point to visit every one, sending chills over her whole body. He cupped the fullness of her breasts with his hands and kissed them everywhere, from the bulging sides to the underneath and then to her deep cleavage in the middle. Time slowed.
Somehow between his romantic kisses and her light quick breathing the rest of her robe fell away from her small frame. He moved his hand down and she quivered with anticipation. His touch caused her back to arch and he felt her body come closer to his manhood. He couldn’t hold back any longer, the length of his body overtook hers, sending warm tingles all over causing her to flush with heat. Ravanan caressed her as though she was made of the finest crystal and treasured each movement with her. His long black hair fell across her skin as he reached up and held her wrists. She could smell his delicious scent as he took control over her, she was his.
As their love became more heated and needful a wide ring of indigo fire erupted around them, the flames scorched the rock floor and lit the lair, matching the fire they felt inside them. The ring of fire was so large Kalara could not feel its heat from the center of the circle, it was beautiful to behold. The wall of purplish-blue flame was taller than her and was sealing them off from the rest of the world, inside the flames there was only the two of them. The crackling sounds of the firewall roared louder with the growing intensity of their feelings, until together they held their breath, frozen in the moment, his love flowed into her. She never wanted the night to end, never wanted him to let her go, and he didn’t. Embraced, they found sleep. His rising chest and strong heart comforted her. She had never slept as soundly as she did that night.
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