Chapter 43: His Forbidden Desire
Tarah gently touched her forehead as she slowly opened her eyes. Looking around, she let out a relieved sigh once she saw that she was back in the same forest. She was thankful that Devon transported her back here as she requested before she passed out on him. Still, that was only half of what had to be done.
"Your Highness?" she immediately called out as soon as she got up. The horse was still where she left it, but Ezekiel was nowhere to be found. "Where is he?"
"Ugh..." she whimpered with a frown.
The pain in her head due to all of the information she absorbed from the magical scrolls was still taking its toll on her. It was filled with energy stored by the last of their bloodline before Vulcan’s massacre of all the Dragonriders, and she could still feel that energy flowing within her body as it slowly activated the dragonrider blood in her. Resting her back on the trunk of the tree, she closed her eyes and let out another sigh.
’How long has it been since I passed out?’ she thought. The sky was bright now, although there was no sun to show for it. Snow had started to fall as well.
Tarah tried her best to relax her body. She had to find Ezekiel, and she now knew how she could call on the dragon. However, she still didn’t know if it would work since there was no dragon bond between her and Ezekiel yet.
"But..." she murmured before closing her eyes. Channeling her thoughts on all the information she got from the scrolls, she whispered, "Right, I’m the twin flame of Vulcan’s spirit, so it should hear my call..."
Taking a deep breath, Tarah took her time meditating. Breathing slowly, she waited until all the nerves in her body were calm and relaxed, making sure that she already had a good grasp of the foreign energy from the scroll before moving forward.
From there, she got rid of her other thoughts before working on acknowledging the dragonrider blood in her veins. Being a dragonrider wasn’t an easy task as was evident when Tarah witnessed how every single one of them trained physically and emotionally for the task at hand. It took years to perfect everything, and it was something that she didn’t think she was able to do.