The Watchers Destiny

Chapter 21- Kilgharrah and Caleb

The first thing I did when I woke up was sneeze. The sun had hit my face and it was making me have a sneezing fit. I sat up and saw the sun was high above me, so it was about mid-day. I was naked and beside the lake as I had been the First Full Moon. There was a groan to my left and I turned, seeing Levicie beside me, also naked. Both of us had claw marks all over our backs and chests and up and down our arms. 

I stood up, but then fell on my hands and knees and threw up half a squirrel. I moaned. Levicie sat up and looked over to me.

"Are you alright?" he asked in a croaky voice.

"Uuugh," was all I could respond.

"C'mmon," he said, standing up, then helping me up, "I keep a hang-over cure around for myself, just in case."

With varying degrees of staggering and falling over we managed to get back to the camp. He deposited me beside the always burning fire and went into his tent. A few moments latter he came out with a small bottle.

"Take a small sip," he said, proffering the bottle to me.

I took it, had a sip and gagged.

"Yeah, it's not very tasty," he said, taking a sip and then grimacing, "but it works."

We sat for a few minutes, then my blurred vision righted, I no longer felt dizzy and my stomach settled.

"We must have done something really good last night if I flt that awful," I said, grinning sleepily at him. 

"We did, Caramela," he said, his eyes ablaze.

Then I had the sudden shock of memory. Us, beside the lake, beneath the glowing moon, making love like there was no tomorrow.

"Bloody hell," I whispered.

He had the sense to keep his mouth shut and to not sit too close to me. After a few moments I regained my composure and stood, going to my tent. I dressed slowly in my saxon-style dress that Laurentia and I had sat sewing. My hair was a matted mess, so I reached inside my bag, up to my elbow, searching for my brush. Several items bumped against my hand, but none of them my brush. There was, however, the bump of a leather spine. I gripped it and pulled it from the bag, a curiosity building in me. I saw its blue leather bound dragon skin cover and gasped. My hair forgotten, I opened Merlin's Diary, knowing I should have gone back to it long ago.

Caramela, [it read on the page after the last entry]

It has been a long time, but you have had much to do and still do. The Battle is almost upon you and your army is gathering. But your army is wand less. All your army has is brute strength and some magic in their blood.

I will now tell you of times of old, when Magical beings and Wizards lived in harmony. The beings were allowed wands, for both were magical, both were equal. But then Wizards became tainted with darkness and resentment. They decided it was time to hide from the amassing Muggles and to do that the beings must be pushed right away as they looked nothing like the muggles. The beings were infuriated. They tried to fight back and the Wizards took their wands, enslaving them beneath themselves. 

You must right this wrong. 

The Centaurs carried Staffs, the Fawns carried wands, as did the Werewolves and Vampires. The Dragons needed no such implement, for they were powerful as they were. The cats and Hippogrifs wore gold collars with the core inside it, allowing them to harness their power. 

Give them back their ancient right. Give them wands. You may be wondering how, but you have the most powerful magic in all of history, so use it to forge wands. You have the skill. Work tirelessly, for it is of the up most importance. It will aid your army and bring you to victory.