Rosella and Edgar's Future, Happily ever after?

[BloodyHonor]

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[TakariFreak]

Yeah!  It's back!  Quick, finish it, lest the forum die again!  (good thing you saved it this time!)

[Rosedragon]

Meanwhile, in the land of Kolyma, in a dark, fearsome cave decorated with human skulls, a hideous old witch was stirring a foul brew in her cauldron. She consulted a black spell book set up on a stand for easy reading.
   
“Let’s see now, I have all of the ingredients for the resurrection spell. The blood of a dragon, powdered unicorn horn, a phoenix egg, the bones of a saint, hair of an innocent maiden, tears of a newborn baby, sea cow’s milk, deadly nightshade, pomegranate seeds, asphodel lily, scorpion venom, mandrake root, nettles, fresh grave dirt, and a mummified human hand. All I need now is a body for the deceased spirit to inhabit.” The witch muttered to herself. She was as bitter and evil as she was ugly, and determined to get revenge on the family that had wronged her so.  Her name was Hagatha, a name that suited her disposition.
   
Hagatha turned to a crystal ball on a table. “Mordack, dear brother, are you there?” She laid a bony green finger on the ball. The crystal glowed and vibrated. A silver and indigo mist filled the ball. Hagatha stepped back as a ghost emerged from the crystal ball.

“I am always here, sister Hagatha. I see you have worked hard gathering the ingredients for the spell needed to revive me. Do you have enough ingredients to revive Lolotte as well?”
   
“Yes, of course Mordack. I want all of the companions of the Black Cloak Society to return to their former power. We will gather together in strength, and defeat our enemies! They will suffer greatly for daring to defy us!”
   
The spirit of Mordack opened his transparent mouth and laughed. “Yes, we will make them pay, won’t we? I want someone young and strong, whose body can be of use to me in our plans for revenge.”
   
“I have thought of that. I would like to find someone close to King Graham, so that you can enter his home without suspicion”
   
“Excellent. We must also find a body for Lolotte. I believe she would prefer a female one.” Mordack said.

“I will use all of my magic powers to spy on our enemies. I will find the people most suited for our purposes.” Hagatha promised.
   
“Taking these poor victims lives and possessing their bodies will give me almost as much pleasure as destroying King Graham’s family, almost.” Mordack the ghost said evilly. “After King Graham destroyed my body in the fire, I almost was trapped in the underworld reserved to punish those deemed evil, but I found a loophole and managed to escape. I came to you dear sister, because you were the only one to help me. I vowed I would return to life and destroy those who have ruined my family and my comrades. Manannan will be restored to his former self, as will Lolotte, Alhazared, Malicia, and Lucreto. Our great leader, Shadrack, is planning for a final battle with our heroic enemies. He will gather then remnant of this society to him, and we will rise once again to spread terror and darkness over the world!” Mordack’s undead laughter rang out with the laughter of his hag sister, filling the gloomy cave.

[Rosedragon]

In the bedroom of the king and queen of Daventry, King Graham and Queen Valanice lay sound asleep in their grand bed. Valanice was having a dream. She had this dream off and on ever since she sent her son Bran away as an infant. The baby Bran lay in a coracle in the water at the shores of Daventry. The waves lapped at the small boat as Valanice ran down the beach to get her child. The boat slowly drifted away from the shore, and an invisible force prevented Valanaice from entering the sea. As the boat grew further away, the baby grew older, becoming a toddler, then a walking child, then and adolescent and a teenager. When the boat had reached the horizon, the child had grown into a man. Valanice cried out to him. Suddenly, a sea dragon burst from the ocean’s surface, snatched Bran from the boat in his webbed claws, and dove under the water with him. Valanice woke up screaming.
   â€œValanice! What’s wrong? Was it a nightmare?” Graham asked his wife.
The queen sobbed and clutched her heart. “It was the dream about Bran.” She said. “Only this time, it was worse. I saw him get taken by a sea monster.”
Graham embraced his wife. “Don’t worry, it will be alright. He will return to us one day. I think that day will be soon. Bran should be eighteen by now. Perhaps the monks will think it is safe for him to return to us.”
   â€œBut the sea dragon! What could it mean? He must be in danger.”

“I know how hard it was for you to give him up, especially after loosing Alexander. But we did the right thing. The monks of the Holy isle are very good and wise, and I came to know them before giving our son to them. The fairies were right to recommend them to us. I suffered as much as you did missing our sons. Remember that Bran will be strong enough to face whatever trial the fates have in store for him, like all of my family. I’m sure Bran is still alive, whatever danger this monster represents, it will not kill him.”
   â€œI wish I had your confidence, Graham.” Valanice told her husband. “I was so happy on the day Alexander returned and rescued Rosella. In my heart, I was dreaming of the day when Bran would also be reunited with us. I don’t think Rosella remembers anything about him, she was only two years old when he was born. I felt guilting keeping him secret from Rosella and Alexander.”
   â€œThey will understand why we did so. And when Bran returns, they will accept their younger brother, once they get to know him. For now, try to calm down, my love, and let’s get back to sleep. It has been a busy week for everyone.” Graham said.
   Valanice kissed him. “I am so lucky to have you. There’s still some more hours left till morning.” Graham and Valanice snuggle din each other’s arms, to ward off the bad dreams.