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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 Three, The Ophelia Chronicles

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“So, let me get this straight, you lost his what?” Asked Josie as she was following my life story up to this point whilst Constantine sulked behind us.

We were winding our way through the underground tunnels inside the mountain. Me leading the way with my flame in hand.

“His recipe book.” I said moping a little.

“It must have been a really important spell book to send you all the way out here…” She said to me, imagining something far more glamourous than the reality of the situation.

“Nah, it was his signed copy of the Great British Bakeoff’s Summer Treats by Mary Berry. It was quite old to be fair- back a couple of centuries when it was only humans.” I said, and saw her face fall a little bit.

“Mary who-”

Suddenly there was a loud rumble and a screeching sound. The floor shook and licks of fire started crashing down towards us.

“Aaaaaaaaghhhhhh!” The two of them screamed and began running backwards whilst I stood there calmly.

“What the hell are you doing! Run you nutcase!” Constantine screamed out in rage and bewilderment.

I concentrated and pulled out my staff, I raised it and thought of the fire as waves of water in the ocean. I thought of the chaos of the sea, the way it rose above me, and the heat that surrounded and enclosed me dulled in temperature before being doused completely.

My body had become 100% water in that instant as it swirled around and got rid of the flames.  I stretched and my physique became more solid, moving from the form of water, to ice, to stone and then finally I was me again.

I stood, exhausted in front of the two of them as they again gaped at me.

“What is it that you two can do again, I think I’d like to know just in case a situation like that occurs again. Cause damn am I knackered.” I said, holding my hips and breathing fast.

“Well, I can world bend and shapeshift.” Said Josie smiling cheerfully.

I turned to look at Constantine, his aura telling me that he felt embarrassed after the previous attack.

“I’m a black magic wielder as you already know, so I can control minds and create illusions. Along with a lot of other unpleasant things that I don’t wish to do or go into.” He said coldly, looking at me with a face that said he didn’t want to talk about it.

“As if taking control of someone’s mind wasn’t unpleasant enough.” I muttered.

With that we carried on until we reached a point where the path dwindled into a thin sheet of ice that had been burnt through. We all stooped to evaluate the dead end.

“Well now what? Got anything for this then Miss Know It All? This is why we were in that portal, because there’s no way to get out until that thing is dead.”

“And that’s where you’re wrong Mr Doom and Gloom,” I retorted as I begun stripping my clothes off and taking all my weapons out.

“Wait what’re you doing?” He asked uneasily turning away in mortification.

I turned to Josie, “You can shapeshift into anything, right? Because I’m going to need you to turn into something amphibious and come in after me, when I give you the signal create a portal. A strong one that resembles a prison.” I was now down to my undershirt and underwear. I knew I’d look back at this moment in time and cringe but until then this needed to be done.

Gary sure as heck wasn’t getting his damn crystals that was for sure. I just wanted to get out of this place and get wasted in a tavern somewhere.

I turned towards Constantine to see him with a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He seemed impressed with my willpower and lack of hopelessness.

“Well, if this is happening I guess I might as well ask how I can be of use?” He smirked and I looked at him and smiled.

“Glad to see you’re on board with the plan. Here’s the difficult bit, I need you to convince that huge ass dragon that I’m it’s mother.”

“Aaaah.” He replied and I could see him immediately regretting his decision.

I started to unwind one of the many braids in my hair and chucked him a vial that was attached to one of the threads in it. Yes, I know what you’re thinking I am both fashionable and functional.

I chucked it to him.

“Here drink this, it’ll allow you to breath for exactly ten minutes after consumption. We’ll need to be quick about this or we’ll all be dead.” His face changed from bemusement to fear in an instant as we all stood around and stared into the glittering blue pool that led to the sea dragons lair. Both a land and water animal, it made our odds annoyingly low but that just made our task more the thrilling.

“3….2….1…JUMP!” We all yelled together as we jumped into the water. There was a flash and I became one with the water, my body was a mere outline as merged into the element before then reforming into something more physical and water borne.

I twisted to sea Josie transformed into…. A mermaid, of course. And Constantine was in front of the both of us, edged in darkness I watched as we all approached the Dragon’s underwater lair.

There was a shake and then the beast emerged and screeched. It was a shame it was so aggressive because in truth it was beautiful. With silver scales and piercing amber eyes it was smaller than expected. I thought all this as it came thundering towards us, like a serpent it glided through the water easily and opened its mouth wide revealing its large white fangs.

I watched as Constantine dived at the beast, wrapping it in octopus like tendrils of darkness. It stopped and its eyes glazed over, making me think that he had killed it for a split second.

He turned towards me and motioned me forward, I did so and watched as he cast the black shadow over my body. Suddenly, the dragon was no more than the size of my hand, I felt motherly tenderness wash over me as its beauty became more apparent.

I don’t know how long I was in a trance for but when I came around I realised that the now tame dragon was being ushered towards Josie’s portal. The edges of my mind were being eaten away at by the shadows. And the strain was evident on both Constantine’s and Josie’s parts. And yet for some odd reason I felt myself getting closer and closer to the dragon.

She was awe-inspiring and her name suddenly came to my mind, although I couldn’t quite translate it into this language. Something had happened, we had become one for a second and I couldn’t quite differentiate myself from her. I was floating closer to her.

Constantine saw what I was about to do and tried to stop it, but he was low on air as the spell started to cease to work.

It was too late, I rested my hand against her forehead and there was a burst of silver light that encompassed us all.

And that’s when I passed out.

END OF PART THREE

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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.

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Story: Wrapped in Darkness.

She sat at home and looked at the screen. The cursor appeared and disappeared repeatedly as she sought something to write about.

Fiction appeared to come so easily to some people and she had a huge imagination but it was always left unfinished, wayward and never meeting her expectations. Still, today had been eventful. Her and her knight had decided to go on a walk.

She’d worn the crimson dress, the one that layers fell like perfectly formed petals around her form. And he of course turned up in black jeans and his favourite worn black polo top.

The trees leaned over them, swaying side to side the murmurs of their conversations floating through the air and being carried away by the light summer breeze.

She turned to look at him, her brown hair fanning around her face as he shoved his hand in his pockets and grinned at her easily.

She attempted to gracefully tiptoe through the mildewed grass but tripped and fell to the floor.

Her mind raced as she dug her hands into the dirt. It turned out that the ground wasn’t a glistening emerald sea as she had been tricked into believing but rather crawling with bugs and decomposing flesh as she saw a dead rabbit being attacked by flies feasting on the creatures innards.

Oh no, oh no, oh no! The world was full of death and decomposition. Each and every being a heartless monster ready to feed on the innocent. Glancing around, her eyes drank in the dark and dreary forest and the blank eyes that looked out at her. The trees now appeared intimidating as they towered above her. And the flowers were slumped over, lying like dead maidens whose youth this forest had drank away.

She was in a deep hole, the walls of which filled with worms and bugs that clicked and cackled at her as she attempted to climb the steep incline above her.

It was a nightmare. And worse than death. She was alone, she was terrified and could feel herself falling apart. Her mouth was dry and words seemed to fail her. She tried to cry out for anyone, anything to help her but the cruel wind robbed her of  her voice. Her arms no longer worked and her skin instead of dewey alabaster seemed to flake off like dry paint, her eyes were becoming cloudy and she felt her body croak and groan as she fell deeper and deeper.

She became wrapped in darkness.

Then suddenly a hand extended  itself to her. Stunned, she was thrown a ladder down the hole and slowly but surely with the help of the hand was able to escape the pit.

It was tedious and long, the panic still mounted from time to time but it wasn’t as all encompassing as before. Someone was there to guide her out of the hell she had created.

When she finally reached the top she met a familiar gawkish grin and blinked as the darkness was replaced with the light embrace of the knight. He was unafraid and strong -prepared to keep the darkness at bay. His brown hair was dishevelled and he coaxed her out of hiding the dark parts of her, looking all the while like a spooked doe eyed deer. He wasn’t disgusted by her insecurities and was prepared to fight the enemies that grew inside her mind, fending them off with humour and wit.

Occasionally, it made attempts to overpower her, twisting her reality and allowing the fear to seep through her defences. But he alongside a small gang of rebels were always there to fend it off.

 

Just a little short story about depression and escaping something that appears so big and all encompassing. We all need a little help and I was inspired to write this after going for a long hike today with my boyfriend, anything to escape my own thoughts. Hope someone enjoyed it. This is a way I think appropriately explains my panic attacks, as something so small can sometimes send me into a tizzy of fear and dread. 

Sincerely, 

E

xxx