Magic Makes The World Go Round

Anddddddd Action!

Drawn my wonderful sketch artist: AJ!

The dragon wore a special made set of armor, which included a crinet to cover the softer portion of his neck, a shaffron, which protected his face and was equipped with spikes for an extra advantage, and peytral, designed to keep enemies from his weakest spot, the chest and underbelly. The strange man who had pulled her onto the dragon’s back sat in a seat fashioned from metal and leather that appeared to attach to the crinet and shaffron to hold it in place. Before taking off into flight, Tiyana had only glanced at the man. He wore robes made of a thick, black material that fit tightly against his slim body, and covered him completely. Even with the hood darkening his face, Tiyana had only seen a strip of his skin, which was a milky white, and bright red eyes that stared her down.



Tiyana laid flat on the wide expanse of the dragon’s neck, her fingers digging deep in his scales, holding on for dear life. She dared not look down, for fear of falling to her death. Her stomach lurched with every stroke of his wings, and she prayed that she would not lose her meager breakfast all over her rescuer’s back. Her eyes would have stayed tightly shut, if she had not felt the strange white man’s hand on her forearm. Just turning her head made the bones in her neck and collar crack, and she whimpered at the excrutiating pain as he dragged her slowly towards him.

“Take hold.” He ordered in a deep, almost gravelly, voice, as he struggled to pull her deformed body to his seat. Tiyana obeyed, whimpering as her fingers wrapped around the sun-warmed metal.

It felt like years before they finally landed. Tiyana fell to the ground once she saw the grass, but was only able to hiss and curl from the pain, instead of burying her nose into the earth like she desired. The man who had accompanied her jumped down, landing smoothly next to her. “What’s wrong, feir?” He asked softly. The dragon moved over her, staring at her briefly before sniffing curiously at her.

He knelt next to her crumpled body. “You are in pain. Yes, that’s easy to see.” He nodded, and Tiyana wasn’t sure if it was at her, or to himself. He pulled at her arms, trying to move them from her stomach. “Sha feir! I cannot help if you don’t relax!” He scolded. Tiyana forced her body limp, shaking and crying from the pain. He pushed and prodded at her body, feeling from her neck to her abdomen. The dragon sniffed her again.

“She is stuck, Rayne.” The dragon nodded his head, moving in closer to peer down at Tiyana, who stared at this beast with wide eyes. Her shock was easy to see.

“Addendor, please. I can’t help her if I can’t see.” Rayne firmly pushed the dragon’s snout away. “I know she’s stuck, but I’m not sure how to help her out of it.” Addendor moved closer again, and Rayne sighed in annoyance. Addendor let out a huff, nearly knocking Rayne over with the force of it. He turned, careful not to step on his much smaller companions, and made himself comfortable under the shade of some trees.

Rayne popped his knuckles and began massaging Tiyana’s abdomen with quick, precise motions. His fingertips glowed slightly, and Tiyana’s uneasiness in her stomach grew. Watching his fingers fly caused her to feel dizzy, and she soon lost her breath. She gasped for air frantically, but could not move. After a few seconds, she fell into darkness.

Addendor, who had been watching the ritual carefully, narrowed his eyes as Rayne’s glowing fingers began to leave shimmering streaks of light across her abdomen. Rayne was focused, watching the lights and feeling the magic coursing through her. He hadn’t even noticed how Tiyana’s body was shifting, changing. Rayne was enthralled by the power he felt. He didn’t know what it was, but he deeply wished to possess it. The world around him was blank, and meaningless, compared to the magic before him. Without any forethought into what he was doing, and without remembering his original task, Rayne plunged his hands into the magic.

Tiyana awoke, screaming as Rayne’s hands disappeared into her stomach. Addendor rushed to his feet, roaring at Rayne, who seemed to hear neither of his companions. Rayne could feel the magic, silky on his hands, as it seemed to stretch into his grasp, wanting to be held and consumed. Closing his fingers around it, he pulled hard, trying to bring the enchanted lighted mass to his chest.

Tiyana’s eyes were wide and red, and her face covered in tears. Her back arched painfully as Rayne pulled. Addendor ran the few steps over to them, spinning around to whip his tail at Rayne, causing him to fall back and pull free of Tiyana. The orb of magic came with him, and immediately absorbed into his hands.

With Tiyana now free of Rayne, Addendor took a deep breath, and blew smoke tinged with yellow over her mouth. As she breathed in it, coughing and sputtering, the bruises on her skin cleared up. Sufficiently satisfied, Addendor turned to his mage-friend, hurrying to cover his pale skin from the sun.


Rayne moaned as he sat up. He glanced up at Addendor, who stared down at him. “My hood!” Rayne exclaimed, fumbling for the thick black hood to pull it over his pale, almost white, hair.

I know, I know. "You suck! Why do you always stop in weird places?" I'll be back. :)


Everything posted here is first draft material. This is how it comes from my head and onto the paper. So if you come across any horribly spelled words or anything that you yourself would change in my posts, please let me know. I love to hear other's opinions.

Ha'Tera

Ha'Tera is one of "The Faithful Five", as I like to call them. He is one of Cystenn's specially selected servants. While his main job is to keep Cystenn happy at all costs, he is also a sort of body guard, for the times that Cystenn does not wish to have the royal guard stalking him. Ha'Tera was also the last servant Cystenn chose, and while Cystenn has a close and "intimate" relationship with each of his servants, Ha'Tera holds an even closer place in his heart. He could, perhaps, even be considered Cystenn's first love...

Cystenn ran. He could feel his heart pounding as he stumbled through the forest. Every step he took was heavy, and he knew that the crunching of the twigs and leaves beneath his feet gave away his position. As he tripped and crashed into a tree, he prayed fervently that his spells would last and work well. His fingers flew as his hands began to form the spell. His mouth moved as he whispered the incantations necessary to complete the spell.

With the last word leaving his lips, Cystenn gasped as a slight numbness ran through his body. It started in the small of his back and, within seconds, spread out to the tips of his fingers and toes.The invisibility spell was active. Cystenn hoped that the spell would be enough to keep him hidden, even though there would still be noise.

After being on the run for another three hours, Cystenn was satisfied with how long it had been silent behind him. He believed the vampires had given up on their chase. Cystenn had slowed to a trudge by this time, and when he came upon a small clearing with an even smaller pond, he sighed with relief.

The water was cool and inviting when he dipped his hands in for a drink. Without hesitating, he waded into the pond, removing his sweat soaked clothes to wash them. The numbness left his body as he relaxed. He had finally been in a safe enough environment to let go of the concentration on the invisibility spell.

After a few relaxing moments underwater, Cystenn resurfaces to examine his surroundings. Ha'Tera is sitting at the water's edge, calm as could be, it was then that Cystenn screamed.

"My lord, please!"  Ha'Tera jumped up and splashed into the water with Cystenn. He threw a hand over Cystenn's mouth. "It's just me! If you're too loud, you might be heard!"

Cystenn pried Ha'Tera's hand away. He stared at Ha'Tera for what seemed like an eternity until he began to cry. The onslaught of tears caught Ha'Tera off guard. "Cystenn, what's wrong?" He pulled Cystenn into his arms, embracing him tightly. "I don't like to see you cry," He murmured into Cystenn's hair.

Burying his face into Ha'Tera's sweat soaked chest, Cystenn cried, "I thought you were dead too! I saw them! They killed all of them! Allien and Kayden and the others! I thought they had gotten you too!"

"It's ok. I'm still here. I'll protect you." Ha'Tera motioned to the pond bank. "Are you all clean? Let's get your clothes back on, my lord." he said as he led Cystenn out of the water.

When Cystenn stopped walking with him, Ha'Tera turned, concerned, to his king. "What's wrong, my lord? Are you hurt?"

Cystenn threw his arms around Ha'Tera's neck, and pulled him down for a deep kiss. Ha'Tera's arms settled themselves around Cystenn's slender waist. Breaking their loving kiss, Cystenn whispered to Ha'Tera, "I'm so happy that you're alive."

Smiling, Ha'Tera responded, "I'm happy you're still with me as well, my lord."

Cystenn moved from Ha'Tera's embrace. "Ha'Tera, call me Cystenn, for crying out loud. I was surprised when you said my name earlier, but I liked it much better."

Ha'Tera nodded slowly, thinking it over. "If that is what you wish, Prince."

Cystenn sighed heavily as he pulled his wet clothes on.  "You did it again. Don't call me Prince anymore either. We're on the run, right? What if someone heard you?"

Ha'Tera helped Cystenn with the last of his clothing, and tilted his head up for a chaste kiss. "So...I can't call you 'Prince' ever again?" he asked.

Cystenn smiled deviously. "Well, maybe in bed."

Taking Cystenn's hand, Ha'Tera said, "I'm glad I found you." And together, they started their long trek towards the bestial lands of Rosche.

Poor little prince. Though, by the timeline I have set, he is king now. Ahem. "And they lived happily ever after." Actually, this is not so. I don't know that I'll ever actually post the next bit of this "memory" so I'll go ahead and tell you, the couple DO make it to the haven that is Rosche, but Aldon (who has yet to be written about in an actual post) is also there. And things go down. Cystenn makes it out alive and well, but the same cannot be said for his love. Stay tuned!



Everything posted here is first draft material. This is how it comes from my head and onto the paper. So if you come across any horribly spelled words or anything that you yourself would change in my posts, please let me know. I love to hear other's opinions.

Introducing Thera

Location: Gla'nnara's centre - The Elite Area, West side, near The Glowing Forests of Roledan
~A quick bit of background on Gla'nnara -
Gla'nnara is a city compromised of Elves. They are generally known as "Glow Elves" thanks to the Glowing Forest that spans the West border, going North to South, of the Elven region.
~The Elite Area -
Elite elves live in the central area of the city of Gla'nnara. The Common elves live in the southern area, and the Royal elves occupy a small portion of the northern area. This is where King Roledan's castle is.

It wasn't right, forcing a girl like her to undergo such vigorous training. And for nothing more than the Nagi, at that. What the training was for was unknown to her. She assumed that she was an experiment, leading the way to others who would be taught like her. She assumed she was to become a weapon for the Nagi Councilmen.

Thera spent most of her time with Master Nimlyn, who had taken her in at birth. He had raised her and taught her magic. He was not a sensitive man, often berating her as a young child when her skills did not meet his strict standards.

Today, Thera was an older teenager, about to move into her thousandth year of life soon, and Master Nimlyn was teaching her just how weak her defenses really were. "Thera! You will not survive this blast if you do not harden that barrier!" He shouted at her over the deafening roar of the fireball growing in his hands.

Thera glared at her master through the dirt and sweat running into her eyes. She was tired from the hours of training already, and struggled to keep the pale pink barrier around her body. "I can't believe he's going to throw a huge fucking fireball right at me." She muttered to herself.

"Strengthen it!" Master Nimlyn shouted just seconds before releasing the fireball. Thera had a momentary lapse of panic, causing her barrier to break. She fumbled quickly through the motions to form another protection barrier.

The world shook as Master Nimlyn's fireball crashed into Thera. Fire spread quickly, overtaking the trees, and burning flowers into ash. Master Nimlyn hurried across the few yards between them, thinking the worst. He cupped his hands and blew into them. Stretching towards the fire, he opened his hands, releasing a whirlwind that quickly put out the fire.

There lay Thera, under what had been a mountain of fire, arms outstretched, and surrounded by a dark pink, opaque barrier. Her eyes were shut tightly. Master Nimlyn began to laugh.

"The gods be damned, Thera! I thought you had finally died!" He exclaimed, doubling over with laughter.

Thera slowly relaxed her body, releasing the barrier and taking slow, deep breaths. Finally she sat up, "I don't see anything funny about this. I almost died!"

Master Nimlyn suddenly halted his laughter and stood upright. "But you did not. Now go and get yourself presentable. We are having dinner with someone special tonight." And with that, Master Nimlyn walked away, leaving Thera on the ground.
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Thera leaned against the window, looking down at the open air garden. The moon was bright tonight and the flowers loved it. Their colors glowed vibrantly, and even the trees seemed to stretch towards the night sky.

Many people were gathered the four stories below her, talking and laughing. Their melodic voices travelled towards her, but they were faint and unintelligible once reaching her window. Thera smiled to herself. She loved moments like this, even more so because they were so few. A breeze flowed through her window, and Thera stood tall and proud as she dropped her bathing towel to the stone floor.


This is all for Thera at the moment. She is a relatively new character, seeing as she has only been around for about a year now. This is also the first "published" bit of work about her. Her original design was when she was much, much older (the equivalent to 45 years in human age). This is the beginning of her past.

~If you have any questions about a character, a region of Gla'nnara, or even any questions about the rest of the small world that houses the other races, post it in a comment and I'll post you a reply!