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The Mage’s Tale ~ Part Four, The Ophelia Chronicles

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I came too and started coughing up water. How funny that this was the second time I had woken up in a different place that day. I realised that I was lying on someone’s lap and as my eyes focused saw Constantine’s face looking down at me, mere inches away.

My lips had a strange tingling sensation too. As though they had been kissed by someone.

“DID YOU GIVE ME CPR?!” I cried out in embarrassment, I could feel my cheeks going red as I tried to stand up.

“Don’t freak out! I had too! Would you rather have drowned?” He said, raising his hands indignantly.

“Yes!” I cried out in anger and crossed my arms.

We were on the ice now and I could see the mountains in the background. The air was cool and the stiff breeze ran down my spine and made me shiver. I looked to the sky to see that the moons had nearly disappeared. I zoned out as I realised that I was just happy to be alive after that ordeal and then wondered where Josie was.

“I’ll have you know that you’re the first person to have said anything like that after having kissed me. Back home I’m known as quite a stud, yeah believe it! I’m a bit of lady killer-” I cut him off with a wave of my hand as I spotted two huge masses upon the horizon.

“Is that?” I enquired peering as the two things got closer and closer and realised that they were flying this way.

“Aaaah yes, we have some explaining to do. That’s Josie as a dragon over there, and that, I think she said was Moonstone… or brimstone… I forget what she said its name was….” He scratched his head and the two dragons alighted on the ground in front of us.

Josie shifted back into her human form. And I walked hesitantly towards the dragon. She lifted her head down towards me, and I stroked her smooth nose as she nuzzled into me. I smiled to myself as we both came eye to eye and then clambered on top.

Turning towards Constantine and Josie I smirked.

“Her name’s Moonstone, and she’s my familiar.”

THE END.

Image Credit: http://flamslade.deviantart.com/art/Silver-Dragon-321702787

P.S: Well I hope you guys enjoyed that 4 part story I randomly decided to write. It was only meant to be a short one like the other ones but I got a little carried away hehe. Anyway, it’s given me the idea to write more on Ophelia and her crew so watch this space. I will also be going back to doing some more normal posts soon too about books, my life in general and poetry. But I really am enjoying writing short stories! 

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The Mage’s Tale ~ Part Two, The Ophelia Chronicles

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“Is she awake? Oooh she’s got a pointy stick!” A young girls voice with a thick French accent said. 

“Josie, she’s a mage.” Said a more serious man as I came too, letting the world blur back into existence. 

“She’s awake!” Josie exclaimed in excitement and I put the faces to the voices. I rubbed my head and looked at the woman with long blue and silver hair and a dimpled smile. She was beautiful and obviously, an elf like me but of what ability I was uncertain of. Her aura was filled with charisma and energy and I could tell we were going to get on immediately.

The other guy was a lot more angsty looking. Like a member of a rock band. He had a deep Irish lilt to his voice and was admittedly very good looking with his untidy black hair and piercing blue eyes. 

The latter of which were looking at me very unimpressed. 

I scrambled to my feet and looked at the world they’d created, I had only world bounding had always been brief – I got travel sick easily.

“I like what you’ve done with the place,” I said as I took in the sunny sky and green grass outside the castle window. I then went on to ask the more obvious question, “But what’re you guys doing here? Especially at the bottom of an icy cave.” I raised an eyebrow at the two of them. 

Josie was about to answer but the guy clapped a hand over her mouth and I could tell from the look on his face that he was willing her to be quiet before telling me anything he hadn’t approved. He stepped forward and crossed his well-toned arms.

“More importantly, who are you and how did you find us. Did the Gladiators send you?” His tone was hostile and I couldn’t help but laugh at his obvious attempt to try and use tell-tale magic to get me to spill the beans. 

My laughter put him off his spell and the black tendrils abruptly dissipated as he registered my reaction. 

“No need for that, mate. I’ll tell you what you need to know. My name’s Ophelia and I’m an elemental mage- specialities water- ironic I know. And as for the Gladiators, as if they would send someone like me! Ha! In fact, I think I’m on their most wanted list at the moment.” I twirled a piece of hair around my finger thoughtfully as I walked towards the window and absent mindedly changed the time to evening and dotted stars in the sky with a mere motion of my hand.

“How did she do that?” Josie mumbled under her breath in awe. I turned and smirked at her.

“But you still haven’t said how you found us?” He challenged, raising an eyebrow at me. I twisted and glared at him.

“And you still haven’t told me what your name is. I know hers is Josie. And what class are you both?” Now it was my turn to raise an eyebrow, mocking his stern gaze. He growled a little and stayed stubborn, “Huh, sorry what was that I couldn’t make out those incoherent noises but if you’re going to be like that then I guess there’s nothing for it but for me to find out myself. Hmmmm is it Fred?” I teased him watching him shake his head. I tapped my temple and then tried again, “Then what about Dom? No, I can tell by your face you think that I’m never going to succeed-”

“Not in a million years will you guess my name, and there’s no way I would tell a girl I had known for a few minutes and who fell out of the sky.” He said haughtily, leaning against the wall nonchalantly. I could tell that Josie, his mild companion was getting bored of this entire thing and looking at him pleadingly.

“Constantine. And you’re a wizard, naturally. A black magic wielder but fighting for the good side for once. You’re on the run from the Gladiators and eh, you thought you’d use your magic to wake and tame a dragon to your command. But that didn’t quite work out did it now?” I smirked and watched as both of their mouths fell open in disbelief.

“No way.” He remarked, looking at me with a strange expression on his face. I circled him and sat down in the middle of the room, looking up at the both.

“Oh yes way, now it’s your fault I’m stuck in this situation. I was chased by your dragon friend and now you two are going to stop hiding in this place and help me.”

“Huh?” They said in unison, looking up at me with wide eyes. I smiled, I could tell this was going to be a story to tell the grand kids.

END OF PART TWO.

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A Mage’s Tale ~ Part 1, The Ophelia Chronicles

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Picture this, you’re kindly minding your own business walking through the freezing cold in a famously barren and abandoned city when all of a sudden, a strange warmth surges up from under the glassy iced ground. 

At first you might be pleasantly surprised, as I was, at having your feet warmed in the sub-zero temperature. But then upon reflection, I realised that ice really shouldn’t be that hot. And that’s when I saw a dark shape shift from under the surface. 

“Crap!” I said as the ground started to splinter around me. I started to sprint away and that’s where I will freeze frame things for a second (no pun intended… well maybe a little).

My name is Ophelia, sorceress of the south and a very clumsy one at that. I was travelling through the Desolate Parts as a favour to a wizard to find some rare crystal only found in these parts. Of course, it would only be natural for something to go wrong. 

And that something just happened to be A MASSIVE DRAGON. 

And now let’s jump back to my present situation…. 

I sprinted across the sparse plain and squinted at a fast-approaching mountain ahead. I thought I could see a gap between two large boulders and taking my chances slid to my knees and into the small crevice. Lucky I did too, as at that precise moment the dragon smashed through its icy enclosure and out into the open. 

“Phew! I was nearly dinner!” I remarked casually as I wiped the sweat off my forehead. I wrapped my long black overcoat around me and ruffled my short brown hair feeling the braids frozen into place by the winter storm outside.

I looked around the dank space in front of me and saw the glimmer of a light in the background. I clicked my fingers and a blue flame summoned itself, alighting the path in front of me. 

The space was a lot bigger than it first gave away and as I walked through the cave I saw several different trails winding off into different directions- one of which the shimmering light was at the end of. 

“This better not be another bloody dragon,” I muttered to myself as I shifted my staff into enemy mode. I surrounded myself in a energy barrier and edged forward making no noise at all as my expert training came into play.

Now I could hear the din of voices as I got to the end and there was an abrupt drop down into the murky darkness, again with that singular glow lost amongst it. 

“Okay Ophelia, here’s the plan- we’re going to use a simple floating spell and-“

Yes, and then I fell. I did say I was known for my clumsiness. 

I let out a scream as I tumbled into the darkness and just prayed I wouldn’t be dead by the end of it. The orb was getting closer and closer now and the voices were rising in pitch. 

“What the….” I said aloud as I realised too late that it wasn’t a lantern that I was falling towards but rather a portal of some sorts. 

I tried to pull back up but it was too late. My staff was a lazy thing even on a good day and right now it really couldn’t be asked to get me out of a very very sticky situation. So instead I braced myself for wherever I would end up. 

END OF PART ONE.

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Short Story: Nostalgic Love

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The wind blew her long red tresses behind her back as she walked the ever so familiar trail around her old stomping ground.

The nostalgia hit her like a truck, and she was taken back to her university days and the evenings they had spent out getting wasted at the nearby pub.

So many fun nights and adventures. Everything was easier when your friends had been just a stones throw away.

And now she was back, five years since finishing her degree. She had been coming back home from an out of town work trip when she saw the exit on the motorway. Forgoing all rational thoughts she indicated left and turned off.

And now here she was.

She had a sudden flash back to their nights out clubbing, where they would all dance together and then he would grab her attention, standing out against all the masses of people. And it always ended up being just the two of them dancing at the end of the night.

She was thinking this as she walked into the old pub, her heeled black boots making the floor boards groan underfoot appearing to agree with her that yes, a lot of time had passed.

And yet it felt exactly the same.

What was she doing here though? She walked up to the bar and ordered a gin and tonic. She downed it all in one as she watched a young couple flirt and chat together in the corner. They twisted their hands together and as the music played they leaned in close to each other, whispering and laughing as they drank each other up.

Her life since then had been one of a divorcee, no children and with an empty void to fill. She wandered what it was like to feel that thrill of new love or even lust again…

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“Aurora!” He yelled from across the bar. I wobbled over, feeling the alcohol having gone to my head. I was a light weight as per usual.

I tripped and fell into him, and grabbed his hand. I looked up into his deep hazel eyes and felt butterflies tumble around my stomach. His gaze was intense, and it felt like the most sober and dawning moment that either of us had ever experienced.

I brushed the event off and realised that I had been staring at the two teens for a little too long. The whole affair had been silly, he had lived in Scotland and I was down in Chelsea. And we had both been seeing different people, he had a long distance relationship going and I had gone to university with my childhood sweetheart.

The only time either of us had acted on the mutual feelings that we’d had for each other was at a club, alone and in a dark corner when with the adrenaline flowing through our bloodstreams mixing and mingling with the alcohol we had been consuming all night long, we leaned in and kissed.

I remembered the shadows dancing off of his pale and freckly face, as he smirked adoringly down at me. And in that instant everything had been perfect until a curt voice sliced through the silence and like a deafening screech drew our brief rendezvous to an end.

“Smile!” Off went a flash as one of the annoying club photographers snapped a picture. Our guilty faces were caught on camera, frozen in time.

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“Can I get you another, lady?” I enquired from behind the bar as I wiped down the surfaces with a beer soaked cloth.

I only looked up when I heard a muffled gasp and had to stifle my own when I came face to face with the one girl I thought I would never see again after graduation.

“Raphael?” She asked hesitantly, her eyes were the same green they had been all those years ago. They were just as big and bright and although she had clearly matured, she was just as sultry and hopelessly tempting as before.

Her hair was still unruly and long, swishing around her hips like a fierce mane. And I felt myself transported to all the years we had spent together and the abrupt farewell that we had both felt obligated to have.

I realised that I still hadn’t replied and with a jolt I snapped back into the situation at hand.

“Hi! Long time no see!” I blurted out, and saw her eyebrows raise in surprise at my nervous manner. I had never been a shy guy but rather the opposite with a confident disposition and quite a loud mouth.

Oh shit, I thought to myself. Here I am behind a bar, still in the same city and town where we went university. I felt the need to explain myself rather than look as though I was hopelessly stuck in the past.

“So you’re a bartender now? I didn’t realise you worked here, I was just on the motor way and thought I’d drop by this place for old times sake,” She gulped down her second gin and tonic, and I too decided to pour myself one even if I was technically on the job.

There was an awkward silence, and then the unifying clink of our glasses as we set the down on the counter at the same time.

“Yeah, well it was more I went into becoming a lawyer and found it incredibly boring so came back here and bought this place. I’m my own boss now.” I replied and watched her eyes light up and that familiar half smile dance across her lips.

“I am so jealous of you, we had so many great memories here. I guess I really missed this place and just wanted to come back to it to be honest with you. Life’s been… tough…” She trailed off and fidgeted with her finger, where I noticed a tan line from where a wedding ring had obviously once been.

My heart jumped a little and all the things I had never said and done came flooding into my mind as her face blushed a deep red.

“Well, have a nice evening. I didn’t mean to bore you Raph I was just passing through. But I’m glad things are going well for you and that you’re all settled now.” She stood and walked towards the door. My mouth was fully agape and I got deja vu to the last time that she had walked out of my life.

Without thinking, I hopped over the counter and dashed out the door after her. She was standing in the street with shivering in the rain as she attempted to find her car.

I heard her grumbling under her breath.

“So… so stupid! You idiot! Of course he’s settled. Of course he’s doing well. I should have never walked in there.” She berated herself under her breath.

Silently, and in that joking way that I used to do to her at uni- I crept up behind her and wrapped my arms tight around her and shook as hard as I could.

She let out a little yelp, her body going rigid before relaxing into me. She giggled girlishly and twisting around they both melded into one.

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It was like no time had passed, and as though the two most identifiable landmarks in their lives had merged into one perfect moment.

THE END.

Hi guys, it’s me here and I was just leaving this little note to apologise for being absent for so long but that hopefully I’ll be spitting out more short stories in the run up to Christmas. So far I have completed two! I hope everyone’s having a lovely Christmas and just wanted to remind everyone to jump on every opportunity they can! :)xxx – picture credit : found from Wikihow online. 

 

 

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Short Story: Demons

Life had a habit of screwing her over.

She was stood in the middle of the battlefield surrounded by enemies. She held her duel silver katanas in her hands and felt their power flow through her and into her bloodstream.

The adrenaline rushed over her and like a snarling tiger she leapt high into the air. The world slowed down before her as she cut through the air towards her opponent.

The black mist shifted and attempted to envelope her. Spinning her swords she shredded it to pieces and landed, with soft black pieces falling behind her like rose petals. She shrugged off the cold, dark memories that the beast had attempted to invoke and strove towards her next victim.

This one was a trick of the eye, one might look upon the supposed monster and only see a beatific vision. A mirage of sorts, she took in the glowing blue eyes and floppy dark hair and focused all her attention on getting past the quirked grin to reveal the evil hidden underneath.

“Drop the swords, and come closer.”

The demons voice was husky and deep, recreating images of lost summer days and past wants and yearns.

It was lust and greed, offering her everything she had ever wanted from a child up to an adult. It was begging her to come near, she could see a whole new world in the eyes of the demon. One where responsibility wasn’t an issue. Where she could spend money without any limits, gorge herself on food and entertainment.

Those hypnotic ice blue eyes looked wantingly at her and she could feel herself weakening.

“I can give you everything, you wouldn’t need any shields or weapons if you came with me. And I can disband the rest of your demons with just a simple click of my fingers.”

The dank dark space gave way to a ballroom atmosphere. She looked down to see her leather clad gear change into a sky blue and silver embellished ball gown.

“What the-” She started to say before suddenly being surrounded by hundreds of people all clamouring for her attention.

They were all identical looking and wearing black masks, blending them all together until they became just a babbling mass. Their screeches made her want to scream and she reached down for her weapons to find them gone.

“Shit!” She yelled at the top of her voice and started wading through the crowds, kicking and hitting anyone who got too close.

But it was no use. She was surrounded.

And then she was falling, down, down, down. Like Alice she found the ground no where beneath her.

Then there was a hand reaching towards her and pulling her up towards the light.

Relief flooded through her as she smiled at her would be hero.

When she opened her eyes, shock flooded through her system as it was the same demon that had taunted her just seconds earlier. That’s when she knew she was in deep trouble.

They were now in a single room, everything was coated in red velvet with a King Size heart shaped bed dominating the centre.

“Ready for me.” He asked with those bewitching eyes, and she realised she was unable to move on her own.

Frozen by his stare she could feel him using his power to control her movements and thoughts. She was being brainwashed.

Maybe this is for the very best, she thought to herself. I do want this, I do need this. Life would be so much easier. If she could just do things for herself for once rather than thinking of everything and everyone else.

What could possibly go wrong?

She climbed onto the bed and inched towards him. His expression was smug, his eyes spellbinding. As she gave over to him completely.

Then she grinned, just a breath away from his face, she slid the pocket sized knife from out of her shoe and plunged it deep into his heart.

The visage fell away, the make believe world collapsed completely and left a chaos ridden battlefield.

“Next.” She called out, her high heeled boot crushing the ugly beast beneath her. The glamour now gone she was able to see it for what it was.

Another demon attempting to infest her brain and break her confidence.

“Not today satan,” She muttered as the remainder of her opponents fled the scene.

THE END.

 

 

 

 

 

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Short Story: Running Away

Finally I was done with it all. Things had gotten way out of control one time too many and I was over it.

I stood around my tiny apartment and in a flash of fury started zipping around frantically packing things into my old russet coloured suitcase.

There was nobody anymore except for my self and I needed to leave. The city was dull and depressing to look out at, my job was dead end and not what my very expensive degree had promised. And the cherry on top of everything was the persistent neglect of my friends.

So, I did the first thing that came to mind.

I booked a flight to Canada.

I had never done anything so on the spur of the moment. So with a last look at my flat and a handful of luggage I fled the scene.

Walking towards my terminal I felt a thrill run down my back. There was nothing left for me  back there and the realisation that I had nothing to miss comforted me.

What was I worrying about? All the people that never gave a shit about me or my feelings? The constant second best status I held or being run down by others, that wasn’t fun nor being made to feel like you are constantly in the wrong.

The announcement sounded and my gates opened. It felt like heaven was extending itself to me and I couldn’t wait to see what Paradise held.

So with a final sigh and a very big step forward I moved into my future.

-TO BE CONTINUED-

-E

P.S. This is going to become a running segment as me and my fictional character go globe trotting.