-Dear all!My devoted people !!!
-You're king is speaking to you , in truth!!..... He,said in a regal tone.
-Thru all this years in the darkest of times of my beloved land Valahia, you stayed loial to me,friends!
-Know ,that you're king is with you and will never forget this times and all of the times that flew by.
-My name is Dragosi Dragomir and now i am at home, forever!!...he said with kindness and softness voice,almost a hiden pleading in his voice .
-I am ,the anointed king of old Valahia and descended of the Dragon family, ruler of the realm and the seventh solomonar,the rightfully heir of the throne in Draginia, born to be the rider of mighty Balaur !!!!!...the silence grew bigger and the air around us becomes stady carrying with it the power of his voice which made even the shadows to stay steal and obey him.
The power that he holds in his voice masks his kindness and calmness and weirdly that, makes his honey golden eyes shine even brighter ,you could see how he was alluring all of us and in his simplicity made us all instinctively bow our heads and hearts for him forever .
Masses of gentle and beautiful souls,man ,vampiers ,wearwolves ,witches ,mistic ravens ,monks and all the creatures known or unknown recognized with ease his royalty.
His aura even in silence is creating a mistery yet to be told.
With his observing reptilian eyes shinning brighter,his dark blond hair started to move frantically at the back of his neck as if milions of winds wispers all the secrets of the earth .
-Later i was to find that he summoned his Balaur !
His lips started to wisper rapidly old valahian words, carried by the wind ,raising them to the clouds ,flying them thru the forest , piercing the deepest ground of tombs and swims in the deep darkness of the oceans.
Once his chanting stops, the silence grew bigger and bigger ,the blue and white silk vales are moving above our heads so light and easy ,few drops of watter could be heard in distance the tears falling from the angels statues but rather than that all stood still,even our breath was stopped for few seconds.
We all looked at our king in awe with his hair dancing around his neck ,eyes yellow and shinier than ever ,his skin becoming even whiter adding an ageless glow to it .
Mara and me we couldn't took our eyes from him ,he was so elegant, masculine and beautiful,it was perfection in one man,he was born and graved to be in that chair, it was as if they emerge .
In that stilness , with his right long and thin hand he made a slight controlled waiving gesture ,pointing at the ceiling and draw a grimas of a smile on the right side of his face.
At this time, he smiled one word:
,,Balaur ".....he is here !....
And with that simple gesture all we could here ,now was the sound of cracking crack ,crack,click...... the cupola slowly started to open, while spears of light are breaking thru the darkness,making our eyes bath in warm delight.
I have to admit that ,what we saw next i would never forget in all the lives I'll live ,it was quite something else and with that we didn't even notice how long we had been here down.
As we came in, at night,when the darkness was settled and now the light of the day is cracking in,so powerful illuminating all the creatures of this place equally while bringing with her a creature from dreams and fairy tales.
Out of the bright light an immense two white wings where to be seen ,no feathers on them but skin tapered with scales finished on claws ,carrying with them a huge white dragon like creature!!!!
The Balaur is a mighty creature ,you could have easily seen how ancient and mythological looks like and with that centuries elegance flew above us and over, touching with the tip of his wing our table creating a powerful wind same as a storm,only to land graciously above the huge pillar stone behind our valahian king.
His landing was a precise movement and controled towering over us all and after few minits of silence and stearings ,the creature emanated a roar that made us freeze into our chairs!
I was experiencing how fairy tales are made of ,this white reptilian angel is magnificent and this man in fron of us a king can summon him ,at this point i do not understand what the power resides within my so called friends!
The roar was tenebrous and threatening as in immediately movements Balaur form a bolt of fire pointing to the ceiling!
His falmes where so powerful that it could melt all room in an instant,burn cities and everything in his way.
- ,,Ascultare !Ascultare ,Balaur!Calmeaza-te!!!....the words Doc.Dragomir spoken ,were having some sort of magic power over this white winged creature ,because at once he keept his eyes on him and obey his commands!
-Forgive my friend he has no manners ,in fact he was kept out from humans for quite some time now !
-He forgot that over the world and humanity has passed the dust of time and we are not on battles anymore !
-The last time i summoned him was the day of my exile!
In centuries times i can say that was the saddest day for me and Balaur ,along with all my people ,my family and my country Dragonia !
-It was at mid day of November, the weather was cold and the smell of fresh pines of the woods was mixed with the burned charcoal of the Royal train ,wich was waiting for me to step inside which was to be my prison.
- A diffrent road of my life ,ment to take me in to the pain and deep sorrow and to unknown far lands where eventually i was cease to exist ,doomed to the oblivion.
-Young soldiers of my own chivalry guards were excorting me that day to the train station to make sure Balaur will not come to my rescue nor that I wouldn't break my oath and call him to perish them all and find an escape which will lead of an imminent disaster for the new rised ruler!
-They where ,just following with the orders from the usurper ,make sure i would complete my given word ,little did they know about a Dragomir oath and what it means !!!!
-Once we reached on the peron ,there was waiting for me another tunel made of soldiers all positioned strategically,they were standing steaight,allinned with equal hights,facing me with their turnes backs ,the hiest form of disrespect given to a king in valahian lands!The relegation!
-It took all of my powers to walk ferme,my heart was in grief but i reached the doors of the train ,then i stopped and turned to see my land and my people for the last time and engraved that view ,that very simplicity within my soul!
I took in a breath and filled my lungs with the forest smell as i looked deep over the houses chimenees smoke emerged over the village ,my wife and son left behind to the faith of perish,a queen without a kingdom and an heir left with the regret of what it could be.
To my surprise a soldier from the tunel,a boy at his age ,against the protocol and disobeing the order, he turned half of his face to see me, a last look to his king.
-I watch in silence how, with his eyes full of tears ,pouring down, his face whispered few emotional words that i locked it within me forever:,,Until we meet again, my King !,,
-And with that in that moment,in pain and grief i rushed inside the terror train and left valahia behind ,only to meet and live the exiles days brought upon me!
-It was the day when my soul died, the same day i had to leave behind my family and people ,my country and Balaur,it was my forced abdication day !
-The only time i knew Balaur was there with me ,was when the speed of the train was dancing with the shadow of a dragon !
-He flight above and accompanied me untill we meet the borders ,unnable to burn them all and rescue me as i commanded him .
-He was towering on an ice rock at the borders,roaring in pain and pleeding to the sky,bowing his head to the lost, he was unnable to leave the homelands.
-And for the first time i understand a creature has feelings and posses their own intelligence,he knew what we had to do that day and what is the price that needed to be payed !
-You see dear Ana ,Balaur is a creature cursed ,his kind can leave only in the valahian land .
They born to this land and can't survive out there for longer time,they belong here and once they're forced to live apart from their riders is same as mourners !!!
But that is another story and power will be shared with all of you when the times are right and profecised by the solomonar kinds.
The royal family symbol of Dragomir house is the head of a white dragon with gold stripes and at the bottom is written in a panglica with the latin inscription,the motto of my familie in the darkest ink ,,HIC SUNT DRACONES"!
This is what we carry on our flags and armours ,a dragon ,a protector , a companion for lifes ,a friend and a brother in times of war and peace !
Along with Balaur ,i am a valahian king thru birth and destiny and i love my people even in death, i belong to them .
In time of war and peace we, become one with my people and that love and admiration between us is the bond that keep us alive today.
And slowly with his eyes calmer and full of tears he placed slowly his candle on the colum and looked slightly over his shoulder with a knowing look while keeping his lost gaze in to his oun memories.
At this move Balaur whom is towering over his back he suddenly formed a small fier in to his fearce mouth and lighted the candle placed above.
-That man can make us all lost our senses !!!!!!Mara said suddenly interrupting the solemn moment of royalty from Doc.Dragosi.
-And with this, Ana ,you know that we exist ,what we are and had gadhered here to find hom you are ...monk Stefan said in a deep grave voice.
-Mara summond us here ,to reveal our true nature and help you remember Demir and you're self ....Doc.Dragosi stated while he closed the box with his simbol ,the dragon and tilted his head as if finding confort in his chair.
- You must remember,whom you are fullish girl ,is not that hard .......Mister.Vladimir said in a knowing voice.
-But i know whom i am ,Ana,the librarian girl and a friend for life for all of you ,more then this i can't be!The most i remember is vibid dreams of so called Demir......i said in a desperate voice and eyes pointing my playful fingers.
-Friends ,we must stop this ,she can't do it now, she must dream it or understand it and we all know we can't help her much ,the only one whom can is herself !
We are here to protect her and is a promise we've made to the gypsy prince a long time ago!.....Mister. Lupescu said ferm and straight.
-Despite her figure and appearance she's not a child Radu,you know that .....We ,all know that ,her powers are stronger then most of us ,her mother is......and Mara suddenly stopped knowing she can't say more.
-My mother what!? Finish it..finish the sentence! My mother is what !?....i said in anger and felt how i am rising from my chair while i can't control it.
-Something is happening to me ,why is this !? What is this !?? ...i said while suddenly I felt the presence of womans behind me !
It was 6 young ladies behind me, in an ethereal form ,i knew them ,they where all touching my shoulders as if from another realm or no where land they support me ,transmitting their powers with my body !
Suddenly within that power ,my body started to raise up in the ethereal with natural ease and now floating above the table as if is carried by a small wind ,the ladies now started to hold their hands and formed a circle around me .
Suddenly i felt how they hold my hands and i was part of the ,,hora"circle and with our hands intertwined we start dancing ,as if invizible shiny trades of gold were connecting us and at once ,my eyes became shinier filled with mint green light !
I felt as hypnotic, connected to the 6 young ladies dancing in the atmosphere to a song that only us can hear !
In that spining ,the dance ,the coloured laughter of the young ladies ,my eyes emanating a much softer green light,calmer as if they are at their natural i could see the world thru them.
At once i could see the green of the forest,the river sparks and could hear the wispers of the wind ,birds flying , an butterfly wings fluttered and at once i knew all,and from my mouth like a melody came only one word:
-Surioarelor ......(Sisters).....
Captured in their endless dance ,i felt more powerful then ever ,we all are connected now, by some sort of natural force ,the last missing sister made the circle complete !
After few more spines we all stoped,full of joy and contented we started to laugh ,a laughter so clean and clear that flowers started to bloom around us .
The room was covered by lily's of the valley and lemon flowers while the place we dance above strated to grow greener ,filld with fresh green mussels!!!!!
I never in my life felt happier than now !I am home with my sisters!
I feel so strange now and i think this people ,this place is doing something to my mind ,playing tricks on me or something but all i was sure about is that i was home !!!!!
All my friends are now like under a spell by our dance ,because no one said a word ,nor try to stopp it and suddenly i could notice something peculiar ,that they all covered their heads with the robes during the dance.
There is something unnatural , quite alurring in to the air down here!
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THE AGE OF LOVE
FantasyAna Constantin,a Romanian librarian girl with issues in discovering whom she really is and how to make the diffrence between reality and dreams.All this will change when, one day she saw the man that haunts her dreams the peculiar prince of gypsies...