ROSE LIN KINGSLEY
THE ENCHANTED WITCH AND HER BRIZZARDING WIZARD
A TALE OF ROSE LIN AND HER WIZARD
PUBLISHED BY : ROO AN
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Witch, nowhere.(FULL BOOK AVAILABLE IN AMAZON)
Galiyan and Silviya were worried; their daughter was late home. It was almost midnight, and the chilling air wrapped around them like a shroud. Melarrlnia, a charming twenty-six-year-old, loved to practice witchcraft with her friends. She had never been late before and never stepped out after twilight. The only way to find her was through an explo crystal ball, an artifact that required intimate knowledge of the person being searched for—every detail memorized.
"I'll go borrow explo ball from Horden," Galiyan said, his voice steady despite the rising anxiety.
"Here's your broomstick," Silviya replied, concern etched on her face.
He flew in the dark, didn't care that it was a blue moon; he just wanted his daughter home safe. On blue moon nights, every weak soul in town hesitated to step beyond their thresholds.
His eyes kept searching for her trace, "Mel!" he called into the dark forest, but the shadows swallowed his voice. The blue moon sent shivers down his spine as he searched for any trace of her. He knocked on Horden's door asking for the explo crystal ball, and it opened just long enough for him to grab the crystal ball before it closed again, as quick as a flick of a spell. He thanked Horden and rushed back home.
Galiyan was a wizard once worked in VallroxLock, now retired and a stay-at-home dad. Silviya, however, had another summer to work before her own retirement. He had always disliked Mel's boyfriend, Ferlin—a powerful wizard leading a respectable life. His reservations were not merely because Ferlin was an orphan; rather, it stemmed from the fact that Ferlin seemed to know too much about wizardry for someone without family ties or fortune.
"I saw her with Ferlin while I was coming home this noon," Galiyan said, worrying creeping into his tone.
"Near the well?" Silviya asked, her heart racing.
"No, not near the well, but near the stable."
"Stable?" she paused, "Your daughter is going where she belongs Galiyan. You could have at least waved her a last goodbye."
"You're right," he admitted, frustration bubbling up. "Ferlin may find out about her. He always seemed strange to me—how does an orphan know so much about wizardry? He defeated…"
"Enough with your thoughts!" Silviya interrupted.
Galiyan chanted, "App ron tren, evan lit gib sil yowg." To the explo ball.
As Silviya moved to close all the doors and windows, she caught sight of Galiyan's frazzled expression.
"She is too far," he said, fighting back tears. He went to Melarrlnia's room, hoping to find a letter or any sign of her.
They sobbed, holding each other tightly. "We lost Alzqueen," they whispered, grief heavy in the air.
Silviya made sure no curious gazes lingered on her garden before starting to dig, hiding a scarlet crystal chain deep in the earth.
She glanced at her husband; he was going through the paintings he had drawn of Melarrlnia over the years.
"We shouldn't have let her go to the Kingkorft," she cried, the weight of their choices crashing down around them.(FULL BOOK AVAILABLE IN AMAZON)