I haven't done this for a couple of weeks... so I thought I would post something this week.

Prologue
Mecaldorf
 
“Cornelius is your spell ready?” Mecaldorf asked of his protégé who at two hundred and thirteen human years was a young warlock.

“Yes, Master.  I am ready.”

Mecaldorf and Cornelius edged closer towards The Mystic Garden.  The Pixie Princess, Nermina, collected flowers by the river and her protector, Nermo, although not close to her, stood alert for any imminent danger. 
Little did he know he would not perform his assigned duties well today.

 “Cornelius, now!”  The Wizard Mecaldorf said in a fierce whisper.

The warlock began his incantation which was only the first of many the wizard had planned for the inhabitants of The Mystic Land.
 
1
Princess
Seraphina

Sera sang happily as she brushed out her hair while waiting for Sam to collect her.  Sam was her best friend and she’d known him for as long as she could remember.  The male version of her as she liked to joke could very well have passed as her brother. With the same dark wavy locks and dark blue eyes she often wondered if they‘d been separated at birth.  Even though they’d never actually gone a day without seeing each other and of course he was a year older at twenty one.  
 
Always having viewed Sam as an older brother and friend there were no romantic feelings whatsoever, no matter how much her mother, Anna pushed the issue.  For his age Sam was strong and quite buff and if she didn’t consider him a friend she would think him incredibly attractive. He’d been very popular with the girls at school but he wasn’t remotely interested.  Sera could never understand why.  Never short on attention herself she supposed she was like Sam in this way too as she’d yet to meet anyone she wanted to date. 

She added the last touches to her eyes before switching off the music playing at an extreme level.  Sera decided to wait for Sam in the living room once she’d located Anna to say goodbye. Anna was an older version of Sera and she looked more like an older sister than her mother.  Sera always hoped she would age as well as Anna appeared to.  
 
As Anna read Tarot Cards for a living, there were clients waiting to see her in the ‘office’ which branched off from the main living area when Sera walked past. She claimed to have always been psychic, as her mother before for and informed Sera continuously that one day she would be able to source her psyche too.  Sera wasn’t holding her breath, she didn’t believe in clairvoyance.  Although Sera didn’t actually know what she wanted to do with her life, she knew it wasn’t reading fortunes.  
 
Since leaving school the previous year she threw around a few ideas with Anna who suggested perhaps she could take a year away from study before deciding what she wanted to do with her life.  Sera thus far had still failed to
decide.

As her father – who died when she was a toddler– had been wealthy, money really wasn’t an issue. 
Sam’s family were in a similar position and he never appeared to be in any hurry to pursue a career either.  
 
Anna was plunging coffee in the kitchen as Sera flopped onto the couch to wait both for Anna and Sam. 
Sera disliked waiting immensely therefore had been deemed extremely impatient more times than she cared to remember, which also went hand in hand with her particularly inquisitive nature.  Whenever meeting someone of interest her endless curious questions would have put the Spanish inquisition to shame.  Sera knew this about herself but to her, wisdom was power.

When the doorbell rang, assuming it was Sam Sera sang out a goodbye to Anna and rushed to answer the door.  What she discovered instead of her best friend were two of the most beautiful people she’d ever seen.  Both with pale white blonde hair and blue eyes almost as pale, similar to the colour ice can appear when it assumes a blue tone, they were breathtaking. They seemed almost surreal.  

Her hair was very long, slightly wavy and cascaded down to finish at the small of her back.  She was tall – taller than Sera who was tall for a girl - and willowy while her lips and cheeks were quite pink against stark pale
skin.

He stood behind her albeit close as though he was guarding her against imminent danger. Sera decided he was the most incredible looking man she’d ever encountered.  His hair finished slightly above his collar with a kink and was dishevelled as though he’d run his hand through it only recently, it was messy in a styled sort of manner.  His lips and skin were the same in hue as his companion.

“Good morning, Seraphina,” the female spoke in a melodic voice.  “Is Annaphina at home?”  
 
For several moments Sera merely stared.  How did this beautiful woman know her name and her mother? 
Who was the wonderfully striking man with her? She was awestruck by his ethereal beauty and presence. 
Sera looked him over as long as politely possible and couldn’t help but notice his hard, lean body beneath his strange olive green leather – she assumed – pants and square cut vest.  His arms, as pale as his face, looked firm and strong.  He too, was tall, slightly taller than her.

“Seraphina?” she spoke again.  “Are you unwell?”  
 
Sera shook her head to tear herself out of her reverie and assimilation of the man before her.

“Um yes, I’ll get her for you.  Would you like to come in?”

 “Yes, thank you.”  
 
The female walked gracefully as though floating and her companion followed without saying a word.  She was in the process of closing the door when Sam bounded up the stairs towards her. He always managed to appear out of nowhere and she could never quite understand how he did this.

“Hey, Sam,” she called.  "Come in, my Mum has...guests and I just have to let her know.”

“No problem,” he replied.  “The movie doesn’t start for an hour.”  

She closed the door behind him and turned to the two pale figures in her living room that both opted to remain
standing.

“Sam this is...”  She stopped realising she didn’t actually know who they were.

“Keela, Keelor, what are you doing here?”

“Something has occurred and we need to convene the chosen and their elders.  Sampson, you will of
course be required to accompany Seraphina.”

“What is going on here?” Sera asked.

“She doesn’t know?” the male finally spoke.

“Annaphina has decided to wait until the time is right, Keelor.”

“The time is now.”

“What is going on here?”  How do you know these people, Sampson?”  She asked now totally confused.

“Forgive our presence which is foreign to you, Princess.  We are unaware you were in the dark about your heritage.”  Sera almost missed his brief study of her face as Keelor spoke before turning to Sam.  “Sampson, next time you address Keela, please do so appropriately.”

“I beg your pardon, Princess Keela.”

“Forgiven, Sampson, alas Keelor can be a little overzealous at times.  I understand your need for discretion.”

“What is going on?  Sam, who are the chosen?” Sera asked again.

"I think I’d better answer your questions, Seraphina,” Anna told her daughter as she entered the room.  “I’ve rescheduled my clients so we can talk.  Please make yourselves comfortable.  Would you like refreshments?” 
 
This was returned with a shake of the head by all.

“Mum, what is going on here?”

“I knew one day I would have to tell you who you are but I’ve put it off for as long as possible.  Since you came of age I knew it would just be a matter of time.  I’ll tell you all about who they are and how it applies to you in a moment, honey but first I wish to find out what has happened for them to venture from...home.”

"Please forgive our intrusion, Elder Annaphina, however the chosen must assemble at once. Nermina has been abducted and Nermo incapacitated.  We believe it may be the work of Mecaldorf.”  Keela said.

“Do you think he intends to use her as ransom?”

"Yes, Elder Kalar believes this to be his intention.  She has foreseen Mecaldorf recruiting lost folk.  We believe one of these folk is responsible for Nermo’s imprisonment.”

Sera’s head swung from one to the other as they spoke, unable to grasp exactly what it was they were talking about.  When she glanced at Sam he didn’t appear confused or surprised by any of the information.  
 
Keelor stood vigil beside the seated Keela as though he was powerless to leave her side. She noted now her assumption was indeed correct and his attire appeared to be constructed from leather however the trademark sound usually accompanying movement was absent.  Upon his back appeared to be some type of long stick, maybe a staff and this only added to her puzzlement.  Was he carrying a weapon of some kind?  Did Sam?

“Oh dear,” Anna murmured before turning to Sera.  “I suppose I had best tell you who you are, Princess
Seraphina.”

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