Mystical Saga - The beginning

23. Magic of the book (Z)

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This story is unedited so apologies for grammatical and spelling errors if any.

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Zachary (POV)

Ziwa lay still, unconscious, her body cold and emitting strange fumes reminiscent of the eerie mist Fiora and I once encountered in that ominous cave. Politely but firmly, I dismissed all the healers, urgency knotting my stomach as I commanded servants to urgently summon the female delta.

Alone in my chamber, I awaited her arrival. When she entered, bowing respectfully, her inquiry about Ziwa's health stoked the embers of my fury. I grasped her by the neck, unable to contain my rage any longer, demanding, "What have you done to my Ziwa?" In response, she unleashed a barrage of energy, forcing me to release her, my heart pounding with anger as she pushed me back

She coughed violently, her hand clutching her throat as anger flashed in her eyes. "Are you out of your damned mind or bewitched?" she spat, her words dripping with venomous fury and confusion.

Theo and I bellowed in unison, our voices thundering in the room. "Stop playing games, Arnica! Ziwa is engulfed in those same cursed blackish-blue flames we saw in your accursed cave!"

Arnica's eyes widened in terror, her expression twisted in horror and disbelief. She recoiled as if struck, her anger morphing into a volatile mix of fear and desperation. "Where is Ziwa?" she asked

"Why, huh? So you can drain her dry and leave her for dead? That's your twisted game plan, isn't it? That sword in the cave, it's all about sucking up energy, right? And now Ziwa's just another victim in your sick little scheme?" My words came out in a seething torrent, my anger blazing like wildfire.

"If you want to save her, then take me to her. Or are you waiting to see her dead first?" she retorted, my voice surprisingly calm despite the gravity of the situation.

"No, not until you come clean," I asserted firmly, refusing to yield.

"I will, I promise. Ethan and my kids are here. I won't run away. You're a wolf yourself; you understand the mate bond. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't escape. Please, we have to save Ziwa. Take me to her," she pleaded, her tone serene, belying the urgency of her words.

Reluctantly, I agreed, my gaze never leaving her, every fibre of my being on edge as we made our way to Ziwa's room.

As she stepped into her room, a radiant aura enveloped her, emanating her celadon energy toward Ziwa. The energy flowed into Ziwa's body, causing Arnica to sway dizzily. Reacting instinctively, I reached out to steady her until she regained her balance. Suddenly, a swirling mass of blackish-blue energy emerged from Ziwa's body encircled within Arnica's celadon energy bubble.

With precise control, Arnica condensed her protective bubble until it matched the size of the swirling energy ball. However, her hands trembled uncontrollably, and before I could react, a powerful force hurled me against the wall with a deafening boom, reminiscent of the aftermath when her queen had healed Fiora, leaving the room in disarray with broken cupboards and scattered belongings.

Arnica collapsed onto the floor, unconscious. Panic surged through me as I realized the potential repercussions. "Ethan is going to kill me," raced through my mind. Hastily, I lifted Arnica and carefully carried her to my room, tenderly arranging her on the bed and covering her with a blanket. After ensuring she was comfortable, I sought someone to watch over her.

Meanwhile, I escorted Ziwa out of her room and settled her into the guest room. Quickly, I arranged for Ziwa's room to be repaired

Deciding to move both ladies to my room, I reasoned it would be easier to attend to their needs there. As I sat beside Ziwa, I noticed her temperature rising, a positive sign of improvement.