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New story- Legend of the T'gra Enchantress-story from the Chronicles of the Mystics

Title: The Legend of the T’gra Enchantress- a short story from the Chronicles of the Mystics.

Summary: A wandering storyteller tells one more story to two young children from a village he has visited. The story he tells is the Legend of the T’gra Enchantress…R&R!

Authors note: I am writing this because, first off, I think it’s a great idea. Secondly, it is going to be connected with the new story I am going to work on- the story about Mystic Moonblade- and I thought it would be cool to write a short story that would ultimately be connected to Moonblade. It will also keep my loyal and new readers occupied while I work on Moonblade, so please READ AND REVIEW! All characters, ideas, and places are original and my ideas. I have to make a note about Reyna, though. For those who’ve read anything else I’ve written, I’m horrible with evil characters…She is supposed to be evil, but basically this is the extent of me knowing how to make her evil. She may not come off as evil, but I’m not great with evil characters, so keep that in mind and REVIEW! Also, there is ONE thing that doesn’t belong to me, which is the spell- my friend wrote it for me, because I hated the one I wrote. So I’m giving credit where it’s due.



The Legend of the T’gra Enchantress

A short story from the

Chronicles of the Mystics


“Master storyteller,” a tiny voice called. “Will you tell us one more story before you leave?”

The storyteller- Orion was his name- stopped in his tracks, sighing softly. His soft, grey-blue eyes looked down at the child, who returned a hopeful, innocent gaze in return. He had been so close to leaving this place, and moving on to another town . . . so close to avoiding going deeper into his memory than he’d like.

“And what story would you like to hear, little one?” Orion asked, a strand of long grey hair falling into his face as the summer wind blew softly.

The child, a little girl of five- almost six, as she had so happily claimed to the storyteller- giggled and gave a small shrug.

Orion’s eyes lifted to see another child, the girl’s brother, running up the road and toward them, moving to stand next to his sister.

“Aria, Mother told you not to bother Master Orion anymore,” the boy said, folding his arms across his chest.

“But I want to hear another story! I love his stories,” Aria said, turning back to look at Orion. “Will you stay and tell one more story? Please?”

Orion looked at the children and sighed softly. Aria reminded him of his own grandchildren, especially Aria . . . Do not think of them now, he thought, no matter how much you want to . . .

He glanced up toward the sky; the clouds were beginning to gather around the sun and were turning an orange hue, usually the sign that it would be dark soon, and Orion’s only guiding light to a tavern for a good night’s sleep would be that of the twinkling stars above. What would another night in the town matter? He would have all of the next day to travel, and it would make the children happy.

“Alright, one more story. I think I know the perfect one. Come, we’ll sit in the town square and I’ll tell you the story,” Orion finally said, putting his hands out for the children to take so he could lead them back to the center of the town.

The children giggled with excitement, instantly taking the frail, aged hands of the storyteller, and letting him lead them back to the center of town. In the center was a large fountain where the statue of the towns first king sprouted water, the lip large enough for the old storyteller to sit on for a long period of time.

Aria and Aelan moved to sit in front of Orion at his feet, looking up at him anxiously as they waited for the story to begin.

Orion made himself comfy on the edge of the fountain, pulling the sleeves to the cloak he wore up and placing the sack he had been carrying on his back on the ground by his feet. His eyes narrowed to look on the faces of the young twins as he thought of how to begin the story.

“I know the perfect story for you, young Aria. Do you know who the T’gra Enchantress was?” he began. The children shook their heads in reply. “No? Well, then, I guess I suppose I should tell you who she was . . .”

*****


The T’gra Enchantress was considered one of the most powerful beings the Kingdom of Dravmir had seen. She had a very strong connection to animals, mainly tigers. When she passed them in the forests, they would bow their heads down in respect, as though one so young was someone of very high importance.

Her name was Aislynn, though most called her T’gra, which meant tiger. She was beautiful, elegant, and thought of as being wise beyond her years of eighteen.

One day, she was wandering through the forest near Dravmir, humming softly to herself. Following closely behind her was a large tiger with grey fur and black stripes caressing his back. Her steps suddenly stopped when she found herself in the shadow of darkness, or the Dark Tower. Her bottom lip quivered, knowing of the dangers within the large building that towered before her. She knew of the stories, but she felt as though there was something pulling her into going into the tower.

The tiger growled loudly, as though knowing that the tower was dangerous and trying to keep her safe, but Aislynn did not seem to hear it. He did not follow behind, though. If he were to step into the entrance of the tower, he was sure that he would die, for the enchantment on the tower was meant to lure humans in. For animals, it was different, and it would be their death wish.

Aislynn pushed her hand against the large door and entered the tower. She began climbing up the spiral steps, soon coming to a large room faintly lit with light from the moon.

Against one of the walls was a mirror. The frame was made of wood and had golden carvings all around it. At the top of the mirror was something written in a language that Aislynn did not recognize.

Aislynn stepped closer to the mirror, looking at her reflection, which was staring right back at her like in any normal mirror. But when Aislynn reached up to push a strand of hair out of her face, her reflection did not do the same. Instead, the eyes seemed to narrow, almost, and a dark look was on her face.

Aislynn gasped in surprise, stepping away from the mirror. She started to back away slowly and walk toward the stairs.

“Don’t be afraid,” a voice called out. Aislynn stopped in her tracks; it was her voice, but where was it coming from? “I won’t hurt you.”

She moved back to the mirror, looking at the reflection once more. This time when she looked, the tower room was not bare and empty. Behind her reflection were tables with vials and books piled on it, a bookshelf filled with dusty books, and the room was lighter.

“Who are you?” Aislynn asked. She looked over her shoulder; the tables were not there, nor were the bookshelves. What was going on? “How . . . how is this possible?”

“Magic. I am you, or the exact reflection of you, but in another realm,” the reflection answered.

Aislynn shook her head. In all her years, she had experienced many different things- talking to animals, casting spells- but this was the first time anything like this had happened to her.

“I don’t understand. You’re in a mirror. There aren’t any . . . realms in mirrors,” she said.

“Oh, but there are. But this realm is far different from your own,” the reflection said. “You’ll find, Aislynn, that even the most rarest of things can happen before your eyes without realizing it.”

The lips of Aislynn’s reflection began moving slowly, speaking at a whisper, and the eyes did not blink for more than a minute. After the reflection had stopped speaking, Aislynn looked around the room once more.

Behind her were the tables with the vials, books, and bookshelves filled with dusty books. The room had more light in it and relied on candles rather than the moon for light. In front of her was her reflection. Her reflection was in the room without the tables and bookshelves, and it didn’t have as much light.

“What’s going on? Where am I?” Aislynn asked, looking around.

“You are in my world now, T’gra,” the reflection answered. “And I am in yours. Oh, don’t worry. I’ve been watching you all of your life- I know exactly how you act, how you think . . . I am your evil half, you see. I was sick of my world- one gets bored with a completely evil world after a few hundred years, you know- so I wrote a spell to exchange places with you. Don’t think anyone from my world will help you. In my world, tigers are not so…civil. Watch your back.”

The reflection pulled the hood to her cloak up- the same exact cloak that Aislynn had been wearing- and smirked evilly. She walked away from the mirror and back down the stairs, leaving Aislynn alone.

“Hello? Hello?! Help me, please!” Aislynn’s voice echoed through the tower.

Suddenly the light from behind her disappeared. She slowly turned on her heels to see what was behind her, her eyes widening when she saw.

Creatures with green skin and scales stood behind her, hunched over. In their hands they held chains and seemed to be eyeing her, as though telling her through their silence that there was no escape.

Aislynn was trapped. She did not know how to get out, or if she would survive . . .

As for her ‘evil self,’ the reflection of Aislynn fooled everyone- her siblings, parents, even the closest of friends. She had them exactly as she wanted them, vulnerable and without a clue. The reflection’s name was not Aislynn, though, and that was what she had to be careful of. Her true name, though she looked exactly like Aislynn, was Reyna.

Five years later, Reyna was in search of a husband; she planned to do what had been done to Aislynn to whomever she married so she could bare the child of his evil self.

One day, Reyna was wandering through the forest when he heard the soft whistling of someone approaching the clearing she was in. She moved to hide behind a tree, waiting for the person to enter the clearing. It was a man about her age; perfect. Muttering something under her breath, she reached toward the branch of the tree and pulled part of the branch off, making a SNAP noise and making the man turn around toward her.

“Who’s there?” he called out, sliding his sword partially out from its sheath on his belt.

Reyna stepped out from behind the tree, lowering her hood to reveal an innocent face. Her hair was now blonde, and her eyes a hazel green.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she said. “I was lost, and I heard someone coming and was scared.”

The man, seeing that it was an innocent girl, slid the sword back in its place, “What is your name?”

“Reyna. And yours?” she asked, stepping out into the clearing.

“Sereven. Prince Sereven, from Astraea. I was on my way to Dravmir, to meet with their Princess. I am sure they would help you find your way home, if you would like to come with me,” the man answered.

Reyna nodded, “Thank you, Prince Sereven, I would like that.”

The two began their journey back toward Dravmir. Reyna acted innocently enough, but it was becoming harder to seduce the prince. After they reached Dravmir, they began spending more time together.

One day, Reyna decided that she had had enough of playing innocent. She needed a husband, and a child, and needed it soon. The kings daughter had “disappeared”- Reyna knew what had really happened- so Sereven no longer needed to worry about marrying someone from Dravmir. They were in a clearing in the forest, talking about marriages and how excited Sereven was to be marrying
the princess from Dravmir, and she thought this would be the perfect moment.

“Would you marry me?” Reyna asked.

Sereven blinked his blue eyes at her in surprise, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Sereven,” Reyna’s voice was now darker and raspy. “Marry me. I can give you everything and anything you want.”

She put out a hand and suddenly a small pile of jewels appeared in it, hoping that it would Lure the prince in further.

“I don’t want your riches, Reyna. I thought you were different than that,” Sereven said, pushing the hand away.

Reyna stood up, glaring down at where he sat, “You do not want to make me angry, boy. You’ll live to regret it. I will give you a second chance, and then you will not like what will happen.”

Sereven stood up, towering her at his full eight by at least a foot. He had no expression on his face and his eyes were cold and hard. “No. Now go away, Reyna. I don’t want anything more to do with you.”

“Do you know who I am?” Reyna asked, yelling. “I am a dark sorceress, boy. I am your worst nightmare! Refuse to marry me will you?!”

Reyna began mumbling a spell under her breath, her eyes turning from that hazel green to a red-black color instantly.
“For you, O Prince, I shall bestow
The curse of change, of claws to grow,
And of light paw and of white snow.
A pelt is thine with tail that flays!
But when the sun fails in its might,
And when the daylight falls to night,
So this false form shall take its flight
In this you shall grant me my pay.”
the sorceress chanted.

Above, the clouds were turning dark. The ground was beginning to shake; Sereven glanced around, not liking what was happening.

Suddenly, Sereven grabbed at his stomach, crying out in pain as he fell to his knees. He bent his head back and his face began to change. His two ears were now covered in fur and on his head; his nose had grown longer and was button shaped and black. Whiskers grew from the nose and his face and neck had begun to grow fur. His tongue was now long and pink, and his teeth were razor sharp and long. As they grew in his mouth, he cried out in pain.

Sereven lifted his hands up to see long claws growing out of his hands, his hands now turning into paws with white fur. His back legs were now the same, and a long tail with black stripes and white fur had grown from the end of his back. As his body changed, the shirt and pants he wore began to rip, soon falling from his body. His chest and back were now covered in fur.

The only feature that remained of Prince Sereven were those deep ocean blue eyes. He looked down at himself, then lifted his gaze to Reyna. He opened his mouth and let out a long, sorrowful growl.

The sorceress laughed in her victory, “What’s the matter, Your Highness? Cat got your tongue?”

Sereven’s eyes glared at her as he prepared to launch his huge body at her. He swiped one paw against the dirt and took off into a run toward Reyna, only to find himself pouncing air and falling onto his stomach.

“Ah, ah, ah, Your Highness. You shouldn’t let anger get the best of you like that,” Reyna’s voice said from behind.
Sereven turned around to look at her and opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out were growls.

What’s happening to me? he thought.

“You’ve been cursed, Sereven. You will not be human until the next eclipse. If I can’t marry you, no one will,” Reyna said. She started to walk away from him, smirking evilly. “No one will help you now, Sereven. Who could love a beast like you?” Soon, she
was gone.

Who could love a beast like Sereven? That’s all he was, now. A hideous beast who deserved to be loved by no one.

He was alone now; he couldn’t go back to his family. He wasn’t even sure his family would know it was him, or believe it- he couldn’t even speak to him anymore. No. He had to stay away, as much as he hated the idea.

****


“What happened to Sereven, Master Storyteller?” Aria asked after a few moments of silence.

“No one is really sure. Some who know about him say he is still around, roaming the forest and hoping for a miracle to happen so he can be reunited with his family. Others say he lives in seclusion, knowing that he will never be reunited with them, and will be alone forever,” Orion answered after a moment.

The storyteller stood, stretching his back and arms as he glanced up at the sky. Sereven would be glad to know his story will stay alive through young ones such as these, Orion thought. He would have to mention it to him the next time he saw his old friend.

Orion pulled his sack on his shoulder and looked down the path where the local tavern was; it wasn’t completely dark yet, so he could just barely make it to the tavern in time.

“What do you think happened to Sereven, Orion?” Aelan asked.

Orion looked at the boy, hesitating and thinking about his answer; he knew the answer, but didn’t know if it was something he should tell these children.

“I think he is still out there, waiting for the day where he will be set free. He might not be completely reunited with his family . . . But something is in store for him, for his destiny,” Orion answered.

“And now, little ones, I must leave you.” He started to walk back down the road.

“Will we ever see you again?” Aria called out to him, her dark blue eyes again innocently looking up at him. Her brother moved to stand by her side, waiting for an answer from the storyteller.

Orion hesitated again, then gave a small nod, “In your dreams, young one. You are always protected in your dreams, and even those who are not really with us can be found there. Maybe . . . Aislynn will visit you in your dreams tonight.”

With that, he turned his gaze away and began his journey down the road. The next day would bring him to another town similar to the one he’d just been in, but this town would always be special to him. It was home.

The End



Alright, there it is. So, what do you think? Be nice...This is the first time I've tried writing anything like this...something that I made short on purpose!
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