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The Legend of the Sorceress Queen: Volume One, Book II – The Black Dragon of Gyralock

 

By TempestXtreme

 

Disclaimer: Every single character in this story belongs to ME!

 

Chapter One

 

Rebecca – now 18 – tossed and turned in her sleep. She was seeing dark images – black dragons tearing entire towns apart, innocent people dying under the heat of Dragonfire. Then, the scenes changed. Guldtosia was a raging inferno, everything was burning – the people, both Noble and Common, were dying under Dragonfire. Night closed in, but with the light of the flames it seemed like a crimson dawn instead of a black dusk. Still, the black dragons tore the city apart, feasting on the bodies of the people – her people. Then, out of the darkness, there was a shining light, a beacon of hope in the darkness. The black dragons fled before the light, frightened by the power that it had within it. The light died down and the figure could be seen clearly. He was a mere child, but his power was immense. So great was his power that he restored the world to its former glory. He looked up, and spoke, his voice quaking with power.

 

Seek out the one they call Danielle. She is the Fourth, and will aid you. Awaken!

 

Rebecca woke up with a start, he brown locks falling into her green eyes as the breath came and went from her body in quick, short bursts. The words of the child echoed in her memory… Seek out the one they call Danielle. She is the Fourth, and will aid you.

 

She jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed into a black tunic, matching breeches, travelling boots and gloves. She strapped the Angelheart Blade to her back before running out of her room to wake Samuel.

 

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“Samuel? Samuel, wake up!”

 

Samuel woke up to find that Rebecca was shaking him. “Becca? What are you doing?”

 

“We have to go. We’ll go and fetch Mary from her room near the Healing Halls and leave.”

 

Samuel sat up. “What? Why? And why are you staring at me like that?” he suddenly realised that he was sleeping bare-chested. “Oh…”

 

Rebecca cleared her throat and turned away, a part of her mind noting how well built Samuel was. Another part of her mind told her to stop it, because they had to find the Fourth Warrior. “I had a vision,” she said, still looking away. “I know where we can find the Fourth Warrior.”

 

“Really?” Samuel said. “After two years?”

 

Rebecca nodded, but didn’t turn back to him. “I know it’s strange, but I think one of the gods told me. He seemed to be a small child, but he had great power – god-like power.”

 

“All right, I’m dressed,” Samuel said, putting the Edana at his side. “How did you get in here anyway? I lock the door every night.”

 

“An ‘Unlock’ spell,” Rebecca replied, turning to face him. He had changed into his white armour. “Being a sorceress has its advantages.”

 

“So I see,” Samuel said. “Well, come on. We’ll fetch Mary and be on our way.”

 

“Good.” She turned around to leave, but Samuel grabbed her arm. She turned back to him. “What?”

 

“Put this cloak on,” he said. “The hood will hide your face. I doubt that the other Knights would approve of their Queen running around so late.”

 

Rebecca sighed. “All right,” she said. “But you should hide your face too. They might wonder what my personal bodyguard is doing running around in the middle of the night.”

 

Samuel rolled his eyes. “Yes, Your Highness.” He chuckled when she sent a glass-melting glare at him. “What? It’s true! You ARE the Queen!”

 

Rebecca slapped him. “You know I hate being called that,” she said, still glaring at him. “I still don’t feel comfortable about it, even after two years on the throne.”

 

Samuel rubbed his stinging cheek. “Right, sorry,” he said. “Come on, Becca, let’s go get my sister and leave to find the Fourth Warrior.”

 

“Yes, lets,” said Rebecca putting the cloak on and throwing up the hood. Samuel thought that her green eyes looked ominous when they were hidden in the shadow of a hood.

 

They made their way quietly through the castle. Rebecca used a Sleep spell on any guards that they came across – they would wake up in a few hours – and eventually made it out of the castle and out onto the streets. In the darkness, only Samuel’s white armour could be seen – though nobody really minded if the White Knight (as he was now called) decided to take a stroll in the night. Rebecca remained hidden in magical shadows, allowing only Samuel to see her properly. She had been studying her spells well over the past two years, and was more powerful now than she had been two years ago. She had even created a few of her own spells that were attuned to her magical energy signature. Although she didn’t tell anybody, she had also studied some black magic spells, just in case she needed to call on their destructive powers. Granted that the empty feeling that she felt after using such a spell was something that she did not enjoy, it helped that spells such as the Dark Soul Blast could decimate a person in mere seconds if the need arose.

 

They reached Samuel’s house, and stopped in their tracks. The door had been broken in, and pieces of the iron bars that were on the inside were lying outside on the lawn.

 

“MARY!” Samuel yelled, running up to the house, only to run straight into some kind of barrier. He was knocked backwards and landed flat on his back. “What the?”

 

Rebecca walked up and called her magic to her hands, and placed them on the barrier. It flashed black for a moment, and Rebecca recoiled in shock. “Dragon magic!” she said. “I know how to deal with it, though.”

 

She drew her sword from her back and held it in both hands. Then, she swung the blade using all of her magic-enhanced strength, striking the barrier with terrible force. The barrier pulsed once before shattering, the magic that held it together having been torn apart by the power of the Angelheart Blade. She kept her sword unsheathed and went inside warily.

 

The inside of the house was a mess. Almost everything was burnt, torn or just destroyed outright. Samuel ran through the house, calling out his sister’s name. Rebecca, horrified by what she had just walked into, looked around and found a note. It was written in blood.

 

If you want to see your sister alive, you must bring the Staff of Galachar to the Dragon Isle in ten days’ time. If you are late, or fail to bring the staff, then your sister is dead.”

 

It was signed “Gyralock.”