Chronicles of The Mirror:
Children of the Earth, Special for Beltaine
- Voila! Says the young man.
He brings the binoculars to his eyes and looks forward to the other side of the street. Soon the dawn will bring enough light on the complex that he has been scanning since the beginning of the night. Even in the dim twilight, he can see the Victorian house that is set well back and hidden by the trees surrounding it. But man has found a perfect spot for watching the front door of the house of the mysterious witch. A blue light indicates the presence of that which the man seeks. His lips barely parted when a whisper escaped, “Morhygan this brat guardian.”
Peering through binoculars always, interest is evident in his voice, “Hey! Interesting, I think I am fortunate to plant a beautiful witch this morning.”
From his point of view, the little blue light is near a bunch of wild flowers, hanging at the door of the main entrance. Like a hummingbird, the fairy humming a little and save a few strokes of her wings.
The observer curve of the lips with disdain and in a breath he let slip, “Of course these stupid idiots celebrate Beltaine. The offspring of the Earth make me sick by these childish acts. Beuark!”
The door opens wide in a single bound... “Wow! Hey, hey, hey. Beautiful witch, mmm! I think you delicious bitch here and your guardian is a party that shall return to the hell they deserve! Hold your breath, my doll because it's your last!”
By the time Lady Denizia remark and took charge this May, she glances here and there in search of her friend to run to and kiss under the skies of Beltaine. But a fairy who will want her kissing a little hope. The aroma of blossoming fields caress her childhood memories and brings her attention to her Mother Earth that she always touches with her bare feet. Enclosed in a bubble soft and comfortable, Denizia plunges her nose into delicate petals of memories and a reassuring deep voice makes her smile, “Good morning, my dear Denizia! May you be blessed in this day of Beltane!”
“Ditratos? You honored me with the fruits of our Mother and in return I offer the fruit of a kiss.”
Denizia tenderly approached her mentor, the Ranger, the White Mage, Ditratos, but felt a strange surge of energy through the etheric field of his Master of Secrets. At the moment that tenderness is struck. From his eyes, he devours those lips approaching his, but has the time to feel his sex organs incubated ignite vampirism. His vision suddenly became scarlet and ravaged with pain, shrieking burst in her ears and a cold chill entered his brain and nothingness takes its place.
Overlooking the remains of Incubus, has Denizia cheeks still tainted blood. His faithful lifeguard spreads his wings and takes care to put his talons in the leather protector of the forearm of his beloved witch. “Sky, you saved my very essence. I almost let vampirize in disappointment. Ditratos will teach me more in the art of demonic protection,” she said to her faithful friend.
At this moment, Morhygan appears on the shoulder of his protegee. Still breathless from his equally difficult meeting, the fairy guardian adds, “By entering the greenhouse they attacked me, veiled in the doorway of dream worlds. My distraction could cost me my friend. They were about twenty but the cliffs of dreamland are familiar to me and I could sow the eight surviving Marauders. This time the dark forces we send the priestesses of Lilith. It is not normal, Denizia. Something has to drive plot.” “Do not worry, little fairy. I have a plan. May this day be blessed!” she replied to her fairy guardian.
Denizia up the bouquet of aromas at the feet of her fairy and the latter is deposited with grace and lightness. Two little hands caress the sensual lips of the witch. With gentleness and love the friends can be enjoyed in the morning Baltaine!
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