posted on Mar, 6 2016 @ 10:54 PM
Continued from page 329...Aria spoke to the kind and gentle wise elder. If the witch dies, will her spell be broken? We came to seek
information from here that might reverse the spell. We believe there is a necklace that has something to do with the spell and its magic as well. We
have friends searching and helping us. I am so lost and confused and so weary of this ghostly life." The gentle man hurried them inside the beautiful
The eldest could see the pain and heart ache behind the winged elf's beautiful eyes. Her silken reddish hair fell over her delicate
shoulders like a stream. "My dear one, the Brothers and I have been searching for the ancient tomes of dark arts and mysteries for some time now.
There are many rooms and many levels in this fine building. We have been diligent in our search and have never stopped trying. As you know, there are
more pieces to the puzzle that must be solved as well. Your friends are out there at this very minute doing their part in helping you find the freedom
you desperately seek and deserve. Now, if you will rest here a bit, we will have a fine supper of roasted meats and root vegetables, fresh baked bread
and other delicacies for your dining pleasure."
Night tried to hold Aria's hand in support and comfort but her hand went right through it. Though her friend could be seen, she was still a ghostly
figure after all. "Don't worry, our time will come and when it does, we shall rise victoriously against the witch and her minions. You shall be set
free, trust me winged one, you shall be free." Aria floated to a nearby stained glass window as dusk fell softly. "Night, the guardians are searching
the library, we can't stay here while Garren is locked away in the witches dungeon. It's all my fault. If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't be there." She
lowered her head as the tears fell freely down her rosy cheeks. "He is just a boy."
Night too lowered her head as her lips trembled and her heart broke. "I haven't told anyone, but ever since Sky and I have bonded, he has drained some
of my magic. He needed it to feed off of. A Mother dragon would do the same and allow it until he grows stronger. I tried sending out messages to my
Shed friends and to Garren's guardians to help him. Maybe they heard me, but I don't know for sure. I do feel that he will not be harmed and that she
will use him as a pawn in her evil game of trying to defeat us. Soon, we will leave this place and join the great battle that is to come. The
guardians are Brothers of some spiritual order, but they have weapons for defense. They keep extras in case of situations like this. I will need bows
and arrows or a fine sword. Rest now my friend. I am confident in the powers of goodness and light against the dark. We shall rise against the evil
that haunts us."
Pesky flew to Night's shoulder. "Did you know he could do that?" "Do what?" asked Night. "That!" She looked to where the pixie pointed and saw Sky
lighting every unlit candle in the room and laughed with delight. "He has learned to breathe fire. That will be useful in the days to come.