Chapter 2: Celeste

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Pure instinct, one second I was hugging Aidan, the next I had set him down gently, pulling up my sleeve, not the one that hid the scar, the left one I pulled up.

What was I doing? There was a buzzing sound in my ears.  It was the dragon, whispering what to do. I listened closely.

A drop of blood, it said. I searched the ground nearby until I found a sharp rock.

“What are you doing?” Ruby asked anxiously. I ignored her and pierced the skin just enough for a single drop.

Against the wound, into the injury, the dragon whispered. I took the bead of red off my arm and pushed it to Aidan’s stab wound.

A small light erupted, healing the injury almost all the way. Something was missing… the dragon whispered a single word now, magic touch.

“C-Celeste?” Ruby said I heard the king and queen speaking nearby in a hushed whisper.

“Aidan…” I whimpered, he didn't respond. Magic touch?

I reached toward the glowing cut nervously. My hand seemed to move with a mind of its own, it landed on the wound and moved across the length of it.

A scar was the only thing left.

What had just happened?

“Ooh,” Aidan moaned, sitting up slowly, I grabbed his neck and hugged him. “I swear I was just bleeding… how long have I been out?” he studied the scar.

“Only about eight minutes,” Brock said.

“What happened?” he asked, everyone looked at me. I helped Aidan to his feet and started walking.

“Let’s keep going, I hear someone coming.”

“But what happened?” Brock asked Ruby nodded at me.

“They’re almost here, let’s go,” I took Aidan’s hand and walked with him, leaning lightly while we trekked on.

“Celeste, honest, what happened? I remember I got stabbed, I hid it under the sash but…”

“I don’t think any of that really matters now that you’re okay,” I kissed his cheek lightly.

“But-” he started, I cut him off.

“Shh…” I squeezed  his hand, we walked through the forest in silence.

This newfound power was part of something entirely new.


We hid in the woods, it was cold, very cold. The next two weeks were spent in a small clearing with a few ferns and other miscellaneous plants climbing out of the ground.

Although we spent most of that night arguing about what to do.

I was leaned up against Aidan, listening to the king, queen, and Brock speak heatedly about what to do. Plans went every which way. Fleeing, calling upon allies, disguise, traps, murder, it went on and on.

I would tell you more, but I eventually fell asleep leaning against Aidan, I would feel guilty, but it was nice.

In the morning, all of us woke to hear guards coming out near the road. Brock snuck away from the clearing, he whispered harshly for us to stay. When he returned, he had great news for our new plan.

“As soon as the women and their sons and daughters, who just passed us, arrive in Cragbury, they're going to throw a ball. I watched and have a general idea of what they look like,” Brock paused, waiting for the king's approval, King Corbin nodded. “We're going to turn our old clothes into new ones.” I 8rSEaHOJkQKYN3ZeEdUW_5Q_yKzRDwoJKIBdK2Ma

It took a few hours, but we finally managed to turn our clothes into Belkin style costumes.

They were long sleeved, and ankle length. There were small sashes, and I had to put on shoes, good thing we managed to find a pair.

Before we finished, Brock and the king decided it best I fly Queen Iouna and King Corbin to the safety of Refton, our allies, it took only a few minutes, and I was back in a jiffy, dusting off some ash from being the dragon.

Most Belkin girls had brown hair, but they attempted to dye their hair blonde like mine, so mine stayed the same, but Ruby and Aidan had to dye their hair brown.

There was one flaw with my hair, though, it was too long.

“You could braid it, put it in a bun, tuck it in your dress…” Ruby named a million different possibilities, yet never mentioned cutting it.

“I think I'll just do this,” I said. I took a blade from my weapon belt and sliced my hair off at the shoulder. Ruby gasped in shock.

“Did you just…” she stuttered, I nodded and tied the hair I was holding in a knot like one would a ribbon for safekeeping.

“It's gone,” I stated simply.

Submitted: January 24, 2016

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