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Drake and Lorelai Chapter 4
By Ophelia Kee - 12 September 2022

*** Warning: This is a Work in Progress!***

Subject to change at any time!

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Drake and Lorelai Ch 4

 

Draoithe: Drake and Lorelai Chapter 4

an Excerpt Tale from

Midnight Magic by Ophelia Kee

 

4 Lorelai

(listen with AI audio)

 

She took up her stance and glided through the forms, feeling at peace with the night. Lorelai blocked out the world slowly as she let the stress of her life go into the staff to be flung away from her. 

 

Time stopped for her. It was only the meditation of the staff, the stone beneath her feet, and the starshine from the dark, moonless sky above her. 

 

She was finally home. She missed Drake. One night of passion was all that they’d ever shared. Still, he was her warrior. No other would come between them. Not when she was human. Not now as a dragon. There had always only ever been Drake.

 

Memories of their life together swirled through her mind as she moved through the practice. In her mind, he was still hard, strong, fluid motion, and powerful. There had always been something undeniably attractive about the way he lost himself, to the pleasure of a good fight.

 

She moved past a staff leaning against the wall unattended and added the second staff into her routine without breaking her stride. Both staves moved independently of the other. 

 

She had a lot of time to practice in the Lan Damhan. Lorelai had even taught Emily and the elves that King Leas had sent with them. She honed the skills she gained and used fighting next to her warrior long ago.

 

They’d entered Valhalla side-by-side. The table was set as the mead flowed endlessly. The feast was never-ending. Only the dead don’t speak. They don’t drink and feast. It was a silent, motionless affair. Not what she’d always believed it to be. 

 

She hadn’t needed to think long to join her warrior in immortality as a dragon. Her soul had longed for the fight. She liked the challenge.

 

First, she kicked the elves’ asses, then she taught them. She almost laughed at that. Few men had her skill. 

 

The elves practiced the staff with the same fervor as they practiced their music magic. They were good. Still, they weren’t good enough.  

 

The great equalizer was a stick of wood. She might be a woman, but the staff had never cared about that. It always followed her desire to defend and fight just the same as if she’d been a man. 

 

She wasn’t ashamed to be a warrior woman. It had let her be close to the man who’d always held her heart. Drake had been a warrior. Her need to be near him had led her to walk a different path.

 

Lorelai had no regrets. She was a dragon protector. She was a shield maiden as she’d always been, and she’d won Drake as her warrior. Dying was made nothing but an inconvenience for her and the lesson that Drake needed to learn. 

 

She hoped Dross could feel his Emily and that he came for her soon. If that happened, Drake would come back for her as he should. He was still there, even though the link had faded after so many centuries.

 

When she stopped, the sweat poured off her thick black hair. The night air was humid as she let the ends of the two staves thump to the concrete lightly. She breathed easily as she rested. Then she felt the eyes on her. 

 

Eldur was staring, standing next to Andrei, who was also staring. Two more grey dragons had stepped onto the patio. They, too, stood frozen, staring at her.

 

“What are you boys all staring at? Have you never seen a shield maiden practice before?” 

 

She laughed, and the sound floated over the lake beyond the patio. Draoithe was a truly beautiful, magical place. Flirting with the surrounding men was second nature.

 

“My lady, we’ve never seen the warrior queen of dragons practice before.” One of the grey dragons bowed to her.

 

“I’m not your queen of dragons. I’m only an oath-sworn shield maiden. I have no desire for titles or castles. I have only ever been Ri altoir dragan for one man. A good fight, a good story with a pint, and Drake is all that I desire, gentlemen. You have me mistaken.” Lorelai shook her head. 

 

“I’m Flame, this is my brother, Blaze.” The grey dragon introduced himself and the other dragon. 

 

She extended her arm to clasp forearms with them. They both looked at each other first, then clasped forearms with her. Shield maidens weren’t something these men were used to. They would learn or they would die if they crossed the line.

 

“I'm Lorelai Teragon. It’s nice to meet you.” The vampire studied the entire exchange, then he teleported before her.

 

“I'm Andrei Alexandrescu, my lady. Will you spar with me?” He asked as he offered her his arm. She clasped it and nodded. 

 

Eldur agreed to keep time. The vampire settled into his stance easily. She faced her opponent. 

 

She might enjoy being at Draoithe. There was certainly an interesting mix of people willing to spar before midnight. When she couldn’t sleep, it seemed someone would be awake to help her meditate or fight the demons of her mind. 

 

Two steps in and the fight was all she concentrated on. The vampire was good and faster than any opponent she’d ever faced. The staves clicked and whirled between them as they thrust and parried, seeking a weakness to exploit. 

 

Lorelai had spent her whole life fighting. She was no easy target. When she struck first blood, Andrei smiled and nodded at her. He was pleased that she was good enough to be a real challenge. 

 

She laughed and redoubled her efforts. He thought she could only follow the routines. She was a true warrior. Many foolish men had died by her hand by underestimating her. Sometimes a girl just needed to offer proof of her skill. Respect went further than the fight.

 

Lorelai might be a woman, but she wasn’t weak. Her skill was nearly unmatched. Andrei yielded five minutes before the time would have been called. 

 

More people gathered on the patio, clapping. The vampire stood, heaving breaths and sweating before her. The man clasped forearms with her, smiling that he’d lost. Just like a true warrior, he was pleased to lose so that he knew where he needed to improve.

 

“Another time. That was simply too good.” He acknowledged her skill and demanded another shot at her.

 

“Sure, say when.” She liked the easy camaraderie that was between warriors on an athletic field. That was where she felt most comfortable.

 

“No way, Fangs. We get a chance first,” Flame demanded. 

 

Eldur shook his head, grinning. He’d worried that Lorelai would have an issue because she was female. She just smiled at the assassin.

 

“Ask to be included in the rotation, or they’ll bother you forever,” a man standing to the side spoke, grinning. 

 

He stood leaning against the door frame, slouching with his hands in his jeans pockets. Chocolate hair and green eyes on a handsome face. He was a direwolf shifter. 

 

His aura dwarfed the patio space. Physically, he was six-two, with a military bearing and the shape of a man who didn’t just sit in a chair in an office. 

 

The man wore marks on his throat and along his arms. His mate had marked him as hers ferociously. He seemed pleased with himself and his marks. He liked his mate’s territorialism. 

 

Lorelai smiled at the amiable nature of a commander who truly cared about his men. She liked him as much as she’d liked the Norse assassin, Eldur. 

 

He moved away from his position against the door and stepped toward her with the same effortless grace of a fighter. He held out his arm to her, and she clasped forearms with him.

 

“That was impressive, Lorelai Teragon. I’m Luke Mendez. Welcome to Draoithe.” Lorelai blinked. 

 

He was the one the dragons called the Dire Wolf King. She should’ve known. He was wearing jeans and a button-down shirt with the collar open at the throat and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It hadn’t been what she expected.  

 

“Thank you. It was just a long trip. I needed to unwind. You know.” She smiled up at the direwolf. He nodded. 

 

“Yeah, the staff is the best form of meditation that I ever found. Yoga mats just don’t work as well as a good stick for flinging away the thoughts that plague an active mind. I’m a bit crazy for a stick.” 

 

Luke let his grin slide into a pensive far away expression.

 

“Will you walk with me?” He nodded toward the path around the lake. 

 

“Your mate won’t like it.” Lorelai took the chance and teased the man. 

 

He just didn’t feel like an old stuck-up king. Lorelai had never been much of a dutiful servant. The high from the match was too good to let go so quickly.

 

“I’m counting on that.” 

 

He grinned again, and she laughed as she slipped her shoes on. Luke Mendez was an interesting man.

 

“In that case, let my warrior know where I am if he shows up looking for me, will you?” She looked at Eldur, who nodded, still grinning at her. 

 

Lorelai had spent her life around men who were warriors and acted like the alphas that these men were. Once they realized she wasn’t weak enough to be forced into sleeping with them for protection, and she was strong enough and skilled enough to kick their asses if they tried to force anything on her, they settled and accepted her as just another one of them that had tits and a pussy instead of a dick and balls. She walked off with the Dire Wolf King.

 

“Tell me, Lorelai. What’s your story? How did a wisdom and her dragon warrior protector get trapped in the Ainglean and need my help to get home?” Luke asked point-blank as they walked the path.

 

Lorelai told him the short version of the story. 

 

“A wizard fell in love with a wisdom. They helped a white dragon escape the Leaindeail when she was fleeing from a devil from the Dorcha who wanted to use her oracle daughter to break the barrier between the Dorcha and the Solas. The wisdom became trapped in the Ainglean when her home was destroyed by an angry bear shifter who’d traded the daughter to the wizard in exchange for immortality.” She paused. She glanced at Luke to be sure he was following her story and didn’t have questions. He nodded for her to continue.

 

“The wizard lost everyone he loved except his wisdom. He created two fated mate dragons to watch his and his mate’s backs. He hid the oracle in a tower of light while he traveled the dream, looking for a way to destroy the devil and bring his mate back without endangering anyone he was trying to save.” 

 

“Let me guess, the wizard is Droskyn Rothstein, and you’re the dragon who guards his wisdom. That means his dragon is your warrior, and the wisdom is Emily Erskine. The home they lost was Lachsmead Castle and Tarlington Tower in Leinster. Nine hundred twenty-nine years ago sounds about right,” Luke said it as if he had known it all along.

 

“Why ask if you knew?” she asked, confused. Was he playing a game with her?

 

“I just wanted my thoughts validated. Will you keep that information to yourself? Warn your lady to keep it safe, too. I have allies who, as yet, don’t understand Rothstein’s position. They believe he betrayed them. He likely thinks they’re dead. I doubt he would have ever betrayed them. If he’s the man I believe him to be, I need him as an ally. I need time to ensure I don’t alienate the allies I already have. Will you help me?” 

 

“If I don’t?” She had to ask.

 

“I won’t turn my back on you, nor will I go back on my word. You and your lady have a sanctuary at Draoithe. If word of who Emily is was to get around before I can handle those who need to be handled, Rothstein may meet his demise here instead of at the hands of the devil he flees. I think a family reunion is in order first,” Luke answered.

 

“A family reunion?” Lorelai was confused.

 

“Give me your word that you’ll keep what you told me to yourself, and you’ll advise Emily to do the same, and I’ll offer you the information you want.” Luke wanted to make a deal.

 

“You have my word so long as it doesn’t endanger Emily,” Lorelai answered. Luke clasped forearms with her.

 

“The dragon, Blaze, is Lachlain Erskine. Flame is Diarmuid Cinead. The warg, Wade Leviathai, was once Vadi Kavanaugh. Droskyn Rothstein was once ridire to Diarmuid and betrothed to Lachlain’s cousin, Emily. The grey dragons and Wade all believe that Rothstein turned traitor on the night Lachsmead fell.” Lorelai shook her head at that. Luke continued.

 

“The oracle that Rothstein hid in the tower is Cerie Fiancha, a falcon shifter and the lifemate to the Demon Lord of Envy, Leviathan. She’s here as well. Leviathan and his brother, Asmodeus, see your wizard as their eternal enemy. They don't know Elias abducted Cerie, not Rothstein. I know Dross turned Elias into a shifter under duress, and rather than kidnap Cerie, he hid her likely without ever realizing that Leviathan would lose his mind over the loss of his love,” Luke answered her.

 

Lorelai’s mouth fell open. Then she realized how stupid that must look. She snapped her jaw closed and blinked to get her eyes to sink back to their proper place in her head. 

 

“Do you know where Dross and Drake are?” 

 

“Drake?” Luke asked, confused.

 

“Drake Lesarde, Dross’s dragon, my warrior. Drake won’t leave Dross. They’ll be together,” Lorelai explained, hopeful that Luke would give her information.

 

“I don’t know. The magic here seeks balance. I believe they’ll come here now that you and Emily are here. Please try to be patient and keep Emily safe. Don’t give your story to others yet. Let me offer them a chance to see Rothstein as he is instead of how they believe him to be.” Luke looked at her carefully. 

 

She nodded mutely. There was nothing to say. So far as she knew, Rothstein never betrayed anyone. so far as she knew. He was a good man. 

 

Sure he’d killed before. He was a knight. Real men didn’t fear violence. It was a tool to be used, like any other tool. 

 

The First Wizard had honor and integrity. He’d stood up for a frightened woman who’d needed help and helped keep her daughter safe, even though it cost him the woman he loved. 

 

Dross had lost everything, doing what he believed was right. Even when pressed to choose between two evils, he’d done the least harm. 

 

Droskyn Rothstein had even asked Lorelai and Drake to serve. He hadn’t demanded it even though he had the power to do so. They’d chosen to swear in exchange for their second chance. 

 

She made her way upstairs to Emily when she returned to the house with Luke. He thanked her for understanding his concerns. She went straight to Emily to discuss the issues.

 

Emily understood. Lorelai was hopeful beyond reason she would soon have her warrior by her side where he belonged.

 

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Drake and Lorelai Chapter 4
By Ophelia Kee - 12 September 2022

*** Warning: This is a Work in Progress!***

Subject to change at any time!

Read at your Own Risk!

Intended for a mature audience.

All Rights Reserved!

Copyright imposed.

 

Do you wanna read? Welcome to the dream...

Drake and Lorelai Ch 4

 

Draoithe: Drake and Lorelai Chapter 4

an Excerpt Tale from

Midnight Magic by Ophelia Kee

 

4 Lorelai

(listen with AI audio)

 

She took up her stance and glided through the forms, feeling at peace with the night. Lorelai blocked out the world slowly as she let the stress of her life go into the staff to be flung away from her. 

 

Time stopped for her. It was only the meditation of the staff, the stone beneath her feet, and the starshine from the dark, moonless sky above her. 

 

She was finally home. She missed Drake. One night of passion was all that they’d ever shared. Still, he was her warrior. No other would come between them. Not when she was human. Not now as a dragon. There had always only ever been Drake.

 

Memories of their life together swirled through her mind as she moved through the practice. In her mind, he was still hard, strong, fluid motion, and powerful. There had always been something undeniably attractive about the way he lost himself, to the pleasure of a good fight.

 

She moved past a staff leaning against the wall unattended and added the second staff into her routine without breaking her stride. Both staves moved independently of the other. 

 

She had a lot of time to practice in the Lan Damhan. Lorelai had even taught Emily and the elves that King Leas had sent with them. She honed the skills she gained and used fighting next to her warrior long ago.

 

They’d entered Valhalla side-by-side. The table was set as the mead flowed endlessly. The feast was never-ending. Only the dead don’t speak. They don’t drink and feast. It was a silent, motionless affair. Not what she’d always believed it to be. 

 

She hadn’t needed to think long to join her warrior in immortality as a dragon. Her soul had longed for the fight. She liked the challenge.

 

First, she kicked the elves’ asses, then she taught them. She almost laughed at that. Few men had her skill. 

 

The elves practiced the staff with the same fervor as they practiced their music magic. They were good. Still, they weren’t good enough.  

 

The great equalizer was a stick of wood. She might be a woman, but the staff had never cared about that. It always followed her desire to defend and fight just the same as if she’d been a man. 

 

She wasn’t ashamed to be a warrior woman. It had let her be close to the man who’d always held her heart. Drake had been a warrior. Her need to be near him had led her to walk a different path.

 

Lorelai had no regrets. She was a dragon protector. She was a shield maiden as she’d always been, and she’d won Drake as her warrior. Dying was made nothing but an inconvenience for her and the lesson that Drake needed to learn. 

 

She hoped Dross could feel his Emily and that he came for her soon. If that happened, Drake would come back for her as he should. He was still there, even though the link had faded after so many centuries.

 

When she stopped, the sweat poured off her thick black hair. The night air was humid as she let the ends of the two staves thump to the concrete lightly. She breathed easily as she rested. Then she felt the eyes on her. 

 

Eldur was staring, standing next to Andrei, who was also staring. Two more grey dragons had stepped onto the patio. They, too, stood frozen, staring at her.

 

“What are you boys all staring at? Have you never seen a shield maiden practice before?” 

 

She laughed, and the sound floated over the lake beyond the patio. Draoithe was a truly beautiful, magical place. Flirting with the surrounding men was second nature.

 

“My lady, we’ve never seen the warrior queen of dragons practice before.” One of the grey dragons bowed to her.

 

“I’m not your queen of dragons. I’m only an oath-sworn shield maiden. I have no desire for titles or castles. I have only ever been Ri altoir dragan for one man. A good fight, a good story with a pint, and Drake is all that I desire, gentlemen. You have me mistaken.” Lorelai shook her head. 

 

“I’m Flame, this is my brother, Blaze.” The grey dragon introduced himself and the other dragon. 

 

She extended her arm to clasp forearms with them. They both looked at each other first, then clasped forearms with her. Shield maidens weren’t something these men were used to. They would learn or they would die if they crossed the line.

 

“I'm Lorelai Teragon. It’s nice to meet you.” The vampire studied the entire exchange, then he teleported before her.

 

“I'm Andrei Alexandrescu, my lady. Will you spar with me?” He asked as he offered her his arm. She clasped it and nodded. 

 

Eldur agreed to keep time. The vampire settled into his stance easily. She faced her opponent. 

 

She might enjoy being at Draoithe. There was certainly an interesting mix of people willing to spar before midnight. When she couldn’t sleep, it seemed someone would be awake to help her meditate or fight the demons of her mind. 

 

Two steps in and the fight was all she concentrated on. The vampire was good and faster than any opponent she’d ever faced. The staves clicked and whirled between them as they thrust and parried, seeking a weakness to exploit. 

 

Lorelai had spent her whole life fighting. She was no easy target. When she struck first blood, Andrei smiled and nodded at her. He was pleased that she was good enough to be a real challenge. 

 

She laughed and redoubled her efforts. He thought she could only follow the routines. She was a true warrior. Many foolish men had died by her hand by underestimating her. Sometimes a girl just needed to offer proof of her skill. Respect went further than the fight.

 

Lorelai might be a woman, but she wasn’t weak. Her skill was nearly unmatched. Andrei yielded five minutes before the time would have been called. 

 

More people gathered on the patio, clapping. The vampire stood, heaving breaths and sweating before her. The man clasped forearms with her, smiling that he’d lost. Just like a true warrior, he was pleased to lose so that he knew where he needed to improve.

 

“Another time. That was simply too good.” He acknowledged her skill and demanded another shot at her.

 

“Sure, say when.” She liked the easy camaraderie that was between warriors on an athletic field. That was where she felt most comfortable.

 

“No way, Fangs. We get a chance first,” Flame demanded. 

 

Eldur shook his head, grinning. He’d worried that Lorelai would have an issue because she was female. She just smiled at the assassin.

 

“Ask to be included in the rotation, or they’ll bother you forever,” a man standing to the side spoke, grinning. 

 

He stood leaning against the door frame, slouching with his hands in his jeans pockets. Chocolate hair and green eyes on a handsome face. He was a direwolf shifter. 

 

His aura dwarfed the patio space. Physically, he was six-two, with a military bearing and the shape of a man who didn’t just sit in a chair in an office. 

 

The man wore marks on his throat and along his arms. His mate had marked him as hers ferociously. He seemed pleased with himself and his marks. He liked his mate’s territorialism. 

 

Lorelai smiled at the amiable nature of a commander who truly cared about his men. She liked him as much as she’d liked the Norse assassin, Eldur. 

 

He moved away from his position against the door and stepped toward her with the same effortless grace of a fighter. He held out his arm to her, and she clasped forearms with him.

 

“That was impressive, Lorelai Teragon. I’m Luke Mendez. Welcome to Draoithe.” Lorelai blinked. 

 

He was the one the dragons called the Dire Wolf King. She should’ve known. He was wearing jeans and a button-down shirt with the collar open at the throat and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It hadn’t been what she expected.  

 

“Thank you. It was just a long trip. I needed to unwind. You know.” She smiled up at the direwolf. He nodded. 

 

“Yeah, the staff is the best form of meditation that I ever found. Yoga mats just don’t work as well as a good stick for flinging away the thoughts that plague an active mind. I’m a bit crazy for a stick.” 

 

Luke let his grin slide into a pensive far away expression.

 

“Will you walk with me?” He nodded toward the path around the lake. 

 

“Your mate won’t like it.” Lorelai took the chance and teased the man. 

 

He just didn’t feel like an old stuck-up king. Lorelai had never been much of a dutiful servant. The high from the match was too good to let go so quickly.

 

“I’m counting on that.” 

 

He grinned again, and she laughed as she slipped her shoes on. Luke Mendez was an interesting man.

 

“In that case, let my warrior know where I am if he shows up looking for me, will you?” She looked at Eldur, who nodded, still grinning at her. 

 

Lorelai had spent her life around men who were warriors and acted like the alphas that these men were. Once they realized she wasn’t weak enough to be forced into sleeping with them for protection, and she was strong enough and skilled enough to kick their asses if they tried to force anything on her, they settled and accepted her as just another one of them that had tits and a pussy instead of a dick and balls. She walked off with the Dire Wolf King.

 

“Tell me, Lorelai. What’s your story? How did a wisdom and her dragon warrior protector get trapped in the Ainglean and need my help to get home?” Luke asked point-blank as they walked the path.

 

Lorelai told him the short version of the story. 

 

“A wizard fell in love with a wisdom. They helped a white dragon escape the Leaindeail when she was fleeing from a devil from the Dorcha who wanted to use her oracle daughter to break the barrier between the Dorcha and the Solas. The wisdom became trapped in the Ainglean when her home was destroyed by an angry bear shifter who’d traded the daughter to the wizard in exchange for immortality.” She paused. She glanced at Luke to be sure he was following her story and didn’t have questions. He nodded for her to continue.

 

“The wizard lost everyone he loved except his wisdom. He created two fated mate dragons to watch his and his mate’s backs. He hid the oracle in a tower of light while he traveled the dream, looking for a way to destroy the devil and bring his mate back without endangering anyone he was trying to save.” 

 

“Let me guess, the wizard is Droskyn Rothstein, and you’re the dragon who guards his wisdom. That means his dragon is your warrior, and the wisdom is Emily Erskine. The home they lost was Lachsmead Castle and Tarlington Tower in Leinster. Nine hundred twenty-nine years ago sounds about right,” Luke said it as if he had known it all along.

 

“Why ask if you knew?” she asked, confused. Was he playing a game with her?

 

“I just wanted my thoughts validated. Will you keep that information to yourself? Warn your lady to keep it safe, too. I have allies who, as yet, don’t understand Rothstein’s position. They believe he betrayed them. He likely thinks they’re dead. I doubt he would have ever betrayed them. If he’s the man I believe him to be, I need him as an ally. I need time to ensure I don’t alienate the allies I already have. Will you help me?” 

 

“If I don’t?” She had to ask.

 

“I won’t turn my back on you, nor will I go back on my word. You and your lady have a sanctuary at Draoithe. If word of who Emily is was to get around before I can handle those who need to be handled, Rothstein may meet his demise here instead of at the hands of the devil he flees. I think a family reunion is in order first,” Luke answered.

 

“A family reunion?” Lorelai was confused.

 

“Give me your word that you’ll keep what you told me to yourself, and you’ll advise Emily to do the same, and I’ll offer you the information you want.” Luke wanted to make a deal.

 

“You have my word so long as it doesn’t endanger Emily,” Lorelai answered. Luke clasped forearms with her.

 

“The dragon, Blaze, is Lachlain Erskine. Flame is Diarmuid Cinead. The warg, Wade Leviathai, was once Vadi Kavanaugh. Droskyn Rothstein was once ridire to Diarmuid and betrothed to Lachlain’s cousin, Emily. The grey dragons and Wade all believe that Rothstein turned traitor on the night Lachsmead fell.” Lorelai shook her head at that. Luke continued.

 

“The oracle that Rothstein hid in the tower is Cerie Fiancha, a falcon shifter and the lifemate to the Demon Lord of Envy, Leviathan. She’s here as well. Leviathan and his brother, Asmodeus, see your wizard as their eternal enemy. They don't know Elias abducted Cerie, not Rothstein. I know Dross turned Elias into a shifter under duress, and rather than kidnap Cerie, he hid her likely without ever realizing that Leviathan would lose his mind over the loss of his love,” Luke answered her.

 

Lorelai’s mouth fell open. Then she realized how stupid that must look. She snapped her jaw closed and blinked to get her eyes to sink back to their proper place in her head. 

 

“Do you know where Dross and Drake are?” 

 

“Drake?” Luke asked, confused.

 

“Drake Lesarde, Dross’s dragon, my warrior. Drake won’t leave Dross. They’ll be together,” Lorelai explained, hopeful that Luke would give her information.

 

“I don’t know. The magic here seeks balance. I believe they’ll come here now that you and Emily are here. Please try to be patient and keep Emily safe. Don’t give your story to others yet. Let me offer them a chance to see Rothstein as he is instead of how they believe him to be.” Luke looked at her carefully. 

 

She nodded mutely. There was nothing to say. So far as she knew, Rothstein never betrayed anyone. so far as she knew. He was a good man. 

 

Sure he’d killed before. He was a knight. Real men didn’t fear violence. It was a tool to be used, like any other tool. 

 

The First Wizard had honor and integrity. He’d stood up for a frightened woman who’d needed help and helped keep her daughter safe, even though it cost him the woman he loved. 

 

Dross had lost everything, doing what he believed was right. Even when pressed to choose between two evils, he’d done the least harm. 

 

Droskyn Rothstein had even asked Lorelai and Drake to serve. He hadn’t demanded it even though he had the power to do so. They’d chosen to swear in exchange for their second chance. 

 

She made her way upstairs to Emily when she returned to the house with Luke. He thanked her for understanding his concerns. She went straight to Emily to discuss the issues.

 

Emily understood. Lorelai was hopeful beyond reason she would soon have her warrior by her side where he belonged.

 

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Drake and Lorelai - Chapter 3
By Ophelia Kee - 03 September 2022

Drake and Lorelai - Chapter 3

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Draoithe: Drake and Lorelai Chapter 3

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Midnight Magic by Ophelia Kee

 

3 Lorelai

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Emily was anxious. She stayed quiet the entire train ride to the gateway. King Leas had handed the paperwork to Emily personally. The lan damh was a good man. 

 

They passed through the portal, and the unicorns held them up, reading through everything. An archangel and a white dragon princess had crossed over illegally recently, and none of the unicorns wanted to face Meid Breach for any more lapses.

 

They followed the gateway guardians to another portal after everything cleared. They emerged from a cave outside of Dallas. Sergio Luce met them with vehicles and a man he introduced as Marchand D’Aragon. 

 

Emily was glad to see the stag prince. The gryphon ambassador practically radiated controlled power. If the others at Draoithe were like the men with him, then they had a real chance.

 

Lorelai shook hands with the men. Then, she saw a strange thing indeed. 

 

A red dragon knelt before her, recognizing her as the queen of dragons that Drake had named her so long ago. He was dark and edgy, like a warrior of old. When he stood up, she was half a foot shorter than he was. The Viking warrior before her made her long for Drake.

 

Marchand introduced him as Eldur. He was Norse, as she and Drake were. Blonde hair and piercing blue eyes held pain and remorse, but also great strength and resolve. The black shadow of the assassin hung in his aura. He was lethally dangerous. 

 

Lorelai liked him instantly. He felt like a kindred soul. The Norseman was like the warriors of old to her. He would do. She extended her arm to clasp forearms with him as she always had with the other warriors. He looked surprised at the gesture, but accepted the offer. 

 

“My lady, Emily, will need our protection, Eldur. I don’t trust these elves as the lan damh do. She’s the only wisdom. She seeks her mate here. It’s my responsibility to see to her safety. I’m oath-bound to ensure that she has an opportunity. My warrior will be with her mate. Now that she’s here, I believe that her man will come for her.” She spoke to the red dragon in old Norse. 

 

Eldur’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’re a shield maiden.” 

 

Eldur grinned in understanding when she nodded.

 

“If she seeks her mate, she has arrived in the right place. The magic seeks balance at Draoithe. If he lives, he’ll seek to find her there.” He paused, thinking. His words formed slowly, as if he was long out of practice.

 

“You speak the old language. It’s been centuries since I heard my tongue spoken outside of my mind. How is it you’re a dragon?” 

 

Eldur asked as he pointed to a couple of men directing them to the distribution of the people in the vans.

 

“Same as you. A necromancer called me to serve. A better question is how you became a death dealer. The Norse don’t believe assassination to be an honorable profession. But you have great honor.” Lorelai studied the red dragon.

 

“It’s a long tale deserving of several pints. You’re right. It’s strange to be what I am. You will be among the few as a female dragon, Lorelai. The dragons of the Leaindeail are all men,” Eldur spoke quietly, noting her strangeness. 

 

Lorelai chuckled as she watched Emily staring wide-eyed as they passed through the countryside. Her friend spoke old Norse fluently. She understood every word. 

 

“Eldur, I’m usually among the few. Shield maidens are always alone among women. We think like warriors rather than hearth women. I’ll be fine among the men. Tell me about the security at Draoithe.” 

 

Eldur raised a brow, then nodded. He explained the wards and the gargoyles. He answered her questions about the dragons that served at Draoithe and explained the mix of magics in those that called it home. 

 

By the time they drove past the gates and the sentinel gargoyle, Lorelai was properly educated about how the Druid pack operated. Emily had all of her questions answered, and she hadn’t needed to speak. 

 

They were shown to rooms upstairs just before ten-thirty in a mansion of an alpine ski lodge style building. She had rooms next to Emily. 

 

She’d been surprised at how opulent and grandiose the house had seemed while being full of the feeling a castle with a family always had about it. Home and hearth. Not just a building. 

 

The magic felt good. Rooms upstairs had shocked her. Eldur explained that the dragons of Draoithe were free, and like her, they had willingly chosen to serve. Luke and Eli made it a point to see most of the dragons housed upstairs on purpose. 

 

Lorelai asked Eldur about weapons practices, and he told her about sword practice in the mornings. He offered to practice with the staff if she needed it at the moment. She glanced at Emily, who nodded. Emily needed to rest.

 

Lorelai could use a good unwind after the long trip. Seeing Eldur and speaking with the male dragon made her itch to see Drake. That energy needed an outlet before she could relax.

 

She followed the red dragon assassin down the stairs. Emily was safe at Draoithe, as she had been in the Lan Damhan. 

 

Lorelai could use a good sparring partner. Staves were just as good as the sword. Eldur opened the closet next to the doors to the patio. He handed her a staff and took one himself. 

 

A vampire teleported into the space dressed in only joggers just before eleven. He was thin and beautiful as vampire men always were. The man smiled at Lorelai, took a staff, then moved faster than anyone she’d ever met. He was on the patio before the door could close. Lorelai blinked.

 

“That was the Ruiri Andrei. He’s the fastest vampire alive. Good man. He always practices at this hour. The grey dragon Blaze will probably join us. Don’t challenge these men before you see them practice. They’re all very good. The grey dragons don’t divide their time between the sword and the spear. The staff is their only weapon. They don’t handle iron,” Eldur remarked. 

 

Lorelai idly wondered why that was, but decided she needed the practice more than she needed that question answered. Thoughts of Drake wielding a sword long ago rose in her memory. How she longed to see that once again.

 

They followed the vampire out to the patio. She slipped off her shoes. Eldur did the same. She could fight with shoes, but it always felt better to feel the land with her feet when she practiced with the staff. 

 

That connection to the dream was good. Even as a human long ago, she’d always preferred to feel the ground beneath her feet.

 

Wood was warm and tied to the land it came from. Rooting oneself in the natural world was always the best place to be mentally during a fight. 

 

It was nice to practice on a true night as well. The half-light grey of the Ainglean left one longing for a good dark. The stars overhead twinkled in the distant, cold black of space. That felt good.

 

The ulfheonar and the berserkers had always chosen to go into battle without even clothes, so they could be one with the wild world and pull strength from nature. Some may even have become the animals they were named after, shifting back and forth from man to animal, confusing their enemies. 

 

Lorelai wasn’t sure, but she was a dragon shifter. Perhaps there was more to the old stories than just words and wind.

 

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Drake and Lorelai - Chapter 2
By Ophelia Kee - 27 August 2022

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Draoithe: Drake and Lorelai Chapter 2

an Excerpt Tale from

Midnight Magic by Ophelia Kee

 

2 Drake

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The drive gave Drake time to think. He always over-thought things. That hadn’t changed.

 

He remembered the first time, long ago, when the three-headed hellhounds beset the two men. They’d swung swords, lopping the heads off the slavering near mindless flesh-eating beasts for what seemed like hours.

 

“Can’t you just cast a spell over them?” Drake had demanded as his arm tired.

 

"Maybe, but I have no idea what it would be!" the man yelled as he was breathing hard with his effort.

 

"I need to write it out!" Dross yelled again over the snarling, snapping jaws. 

 

When the bodies of twenty dead beasts lay headless and twitching as they bled out on the forest floor around them, and they stood covered in hellhound blood and gore, breathing hard after the fight, Drake suggested as he leaned his weight on the pommel of his sword point down in the dirt.

 

“My friend... I suggest you prepare spells in advance... and memorize them. Write them in a journal... or something,” he panted. The words came out in a broken speech due to the need to breathe.

 

“That’s... a good idea,” Dross wheezed back and carried writing implements and a journal forever after that.

 

Drake still had to remind the ridire-turned-wizard to use his magic on occasion. The man always attacked his threats with a sword first, but the magic had saved them both more than a few times.

 

Drake wouldn't for even one moment have walked away from his service to Dross Rothstein. The wizard had given him his chance with Lorelai, and before she crossed into the Ainglean with Emily, he’d held his love in his arms and claimed her as he should have long ago. He’d lived on that memory for centuries.

Drake prayed that the hope Rothstein held awaited them at Draoithe.

 

Then he felt Lorelai return to the Leaindeail. The old bond reignited the midnight flame in his mind. He almost forgot to drive.

 

His focus changed. Excitement lit the blood in his veins. He wanted his chance to be one with Lorelai again. How or why she was in the Leaindeail didn't matter, only that she had returned and the bond still held.

 

Drake's next thought was that he hoped she was bringing Emily back with her. Dross needed her. If Draoithe was a failed plan, maybe Emily could help her wizard. It might be the only chance Drake and his friend had left.

 

Drake and Dross understood each other well after almost ten centuries. They both suffered the same driving needs as warriors. They both over-thought things and suffered because of it.

 

Drake accepted Dross’s fight as his own. Dross once apologized to him for bringing him and Lorelai back, only to separate them. Truly, he couldn’t hold it against the man who’d given him another chance with Lorelai in the first place.

 

Drake was wise enough to place blame where it belonged. The devil, Leiriu’s pursuit of Dross, Cerie, and Meid Breach, was where the blame lay.

 

He wondered again idly if Elias and Leiriu were working together. Each run-in with Elias in the past had brought Leiriu to them quickly. They’d barely gotten out of California before Leiriu was on them the last time. 

 

Drake pulled the white Cadillac CT6 into the gas station as he pondered the issue. At least the car was comfortable, even if it always needed more gas than he wanted to pay for. 

 

While waiting for the gasoline to dispense, Drake still couldn't shake the feeling that he and Dross weren’t seeing everything. Part of the puzzle about Leiriu always seemed missing. The longer things continued, the more difficult it was to find those pieces.

 

Drake slipped the debit card into the card reader. Money wasn’t a problem for the wizard. Drake saw to that so that Dross didn’t have to manufacture cash from the dream, even if the man had a gift for alchemy. Turning things into gold in a time when plastic ruled caused more problems than it was worth.

 

Raiding and looting had once been exceptionally lucrative. His hoard had been exactly as he left it when he died. He simply converted it and then began investing it. Proper investment strategies were the name of the game.

 

They always traveled light. Neither of them had more than a couple of changes of clothes, but there was no shortage of money for whatever they needed. That made things easier.

 

When he sat behind the wheel after pumping gas and picking up some junk food, he was glad that the fever had broken, and Dross seemed to be sleeping more comfortably. If he had the place right, they should reach Draoithe in a couple of hours. It would be nearly eleven. They should arrive that Tuesday night. Being close to the end of their trek felt good. Drake wearied of it.

 

It felt like they’d been driving for longer than three days. Stopping to let Dross fight the devil, let Drake get sleep in rest stops, and buy food and gas took time. Dragons were invincible, but they still needed sleep and food.

 

Drake put the headlights on and moved the gearshift into drive. The car rolled forward with the blinker on to turn right. He eased onto the on-ramp and merged onto I-20, going east toward his lord’s last hope for help in his fight.

 

Things didn’t look good. They’d lost Cerie, and even though Emily and Lorelai were no longer trapped in the Ainglean, he had no idea where they were or if they were safe.

 

Seeking aid in a newly established immortal kingdom was a crazy, desperate plan. The Dire Wolf King should turn them away. A devil from the Dorcha pursued Dross. That alone was enough to get them kicked out on their asses if they were lucky enough to get an audience.

 

Drake admitted to himself that they had very little hope left. Dross would never give up. That only meant that he’d eventually lose the fight with Leiriu if something didn't change.

 

Drake tried to stop thinking. He always over-thought everything. Better to let Dross think that out.

 

When Dross sat up rubbing his eyes, which still looked tired in the rearview, Drake welcomed the distraction.

 

“Where are we? What day is it?” Rothstein questioned after a hard yawn.

 

“Tuesday, and rolling away from Dallas. We should be there in about an hour and a half. We should roll in somewhere around eleven o'clock.”

 

Drake answered his lord. Dross nodded and leaned back against the seat. The man was just exhausted. Even immortal wizards couldn’t run and fight forever. A long overdue alteration of their circumstances was in order.

 

Dross opened his eyes after a few moments and met Drake’s gaze in the rearview mirror a minute later. “She’s here!”

 

Dross’s words whispered in awe. Then he grinned like a lunatic. Drake smiled. Lorelai was with Emily. The link between Emily and Dross still worked. That was good news...

 

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Drake and Lorelai - Chapter 1
By Ophelia Kee - 23 August 2022

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Draoithe: Drake and Lorelai

an Excerpt Tale from Midnight Magic

by Ophelia Kee

 

 

1 Drake

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The wizard slept. The man was haggard and worn, beaten senseless. He fought a seemingly never-ending battle that wasn’t his to fight. He had no choice. There was no one else to fight it.

 

Drake couldn’t take Leiriu’s magic without a king to swear his oath and the well that was Lorelai. One wizard was alone, against an evil that not even the dream could contain.

 

Drake could raise the sword and give Dross time to speak the magic words. They both knew that at some point, Drake’s sword arm would falter.

 

Rothstein had brought Drake back, crafted a dragon from midnight magic, and asked that he serve in exchange for one more chance to love Lorelai. For that, Drake would be forever in the man’s debt.

Drake understood loyalty. Lorelai had taught it to him.

 

He was a dragon with immense power and magic, which meant nothing compared to his love for her. They’d both been warriors in a previous life. They were still that way.

 

She was a shield maiden, and a warrior's life destined him for Valhalla his whole life. He’d wasted his chance to be one with the only woman who ever turned his head. Looking back, he could see what he’d always been blind to then.

 

Lorelai had been the only woman he ever understood. She’d been the only one who understood him. There had never been another, could never be another.

 

Dying in that last battle they’d fought as humans had left him with no chance to offer his love to her. He’d been a fool.

 

It was funny how a man could go into battle with a sword and kill other men without the pain of conscience, yet never work up his nerve to speak with a woman who could reject him outright.

 

When he stood before Dross as a dragon, he had no issue swearing fealty. He had no problem picking up a sword and following a man chased by a devil. That had been the easier part. He liked to fight.

 

When Dross asked what he’d need in exchange, Drake had asked only for his Lorelai to be returned as a dragon, too. The one he’d always wanted as his own had been called back to serve with him.

 

Dross needed Drake for personal protection. Dross wanted Lorelai to protect a wisdom, the one woman that the wizard needed more than anything. It made a weird sense. The best of the legendary Norse fighters returned to guard the two people in the dream who were seeking to stop the chaos.

 

Dross had waited while Drake and Lorelai spoke long ago. The wizard had been a silent witness to Drake’s need for Lorelai to accept him. He knew he only had one chance.

 

His fists and his sword usually spoke for him. For the first time, his words hadn’t failed him.

 

“You’re again as beautiful as you were before.” His hand ghosted her cheek.

 

“I should’ve told you then. My fear owned me. I’ve never been worthy of a woman as strong as Lorelai Teragon.”

 

He grabbed her hand and made her look at him when she would turn away. He needed to see it when she refused him, so he’d know he’d been right all along.

 

The words she spoke shocked him. They made his heart ache. They were the truth, but not the truth he’d expected.

 

“You were a fool, Drake Lesarde. There was none for me but you. I remained a shield maiden only to fight beside you. You were a single-minded warrior with never a look away from the fight. Nothing changed your focus. Not women, riches, or wine. I refused to be a distraction for you. I wanted only to walk into Valhalla beside you.”

 

Lorelai looked away. Drake had frozen for a moment once more, losing his words.

 

“Fight beside me again. This time I won’t be a fool,” he whispered, finally taking the chance that she would agree.

 

She looked up at him. He looked at Dross.

 

The man had honor and courage. He was trying to save someone else from a problem that was only his by chance. He’d given Drake an eternity to make his mistake right with Lorelai. The price was insignificant. The two of them could be midnight magic forever.

 

“I’ll fight beside you again. Nothing else would ever be good enough.”

 

She grinned. It was the same grin she always smiled before the battle began. She’d followed him to destruction before, and her love still rang true enough to do it again. This time, he hoped it would be glorious.

 

They turned to Droskyn Rothstein, the First Wizard, and swore oaths of fealty and protection to him and Emily Erskine. Dross carried an injured oracle as they leaped through the dream to a ruined smoking castle and heartache.

 

They stayed with him as he learned the extent of his loss. There was nothing left of his home but a burned-out castle and the remnant of a tower.

 

A lesser man would have been inexorably broken. Drake thought for sure that the destruction would have destroyed him. The wizard survived more determinedly than before. Dross was eerily like him.

The man lived only for his love.

 

Emily was what held Droskyn Rothstein together. She owned both the heart and soul of the wizard. Drake understood that. Lorelai had always owned him.

 

Drake shook the memories of his past life away with a yawn. He drove on until he couldn’t. Then he slept.

He got food when he woke and continued the drive.

 

They stopped only for gas after they left Leiriu boxed up in the desert. Dross hadn't found a way to end the devil yet.

 

The battle took its toll. Dross was feverish and talked in his sleep. Drake knew the wizard would live. He had seen him that far gone before. It pained him that his friend suffered. He was still surprised after long centuries to think of Rothstein as his friend. It was true.

 

The man called out to Emily in his hallucinations, and it nearly broke Drake as it had so many times before. His own heart echoed that sentiment for his Lorelai.

 

The man was a warrior through and through. So many times the two of them had fought back to back against the evils that Leiriu set upon them. He often had to remind the wizard to use his magic.

 

Dross always picked up his sword first. Once a warrior, always that. It reminded him of the way Lorelai had always been and made him smile a melancholy smile...

 

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