Chapter 22
The white crystal resting on the small table was shaped into an infinity sign. It was intricately carved with a multitude of runes. Emily didn’t recognize the symbols, but thought it was breathtaking.
Logan smiled at her as she approached him. “You are so beautiful.”
She had chosen a long white dress from the clothes her druid sisters had provided for her. The lace overlay with tinted crystal beads hugged her curves and accentuated the necklace that had belonged to her mother. Mara had done her hair up with tiny wisps of baby’s breath and silver thread woven in. She had almost cried when seeing herself in the mirror.
Logan held two purple silk ribbons. They were hoping she possessed enough magic to bind her soul and extend her life, but Logan assured her he wanted the ceremony no matter what. That declaring she was his in front of the crystal meant as much to him as combining their magic. He took her hand and tied them intricately between both their wrists, binding them together. His eyes flickered with lavender fire. The emotion in them was so thick, it warped the air .
Logan’s voice echoed with that of his dragon. “Tha thu leam a-nis agus gu brath. You are mine, now, and forever.” He put his hand on the crystal. Nodding for her to do the same.
She did as instructed, feeling the power run through her. Ancient. Soothing. She could feel Logan’s dragon. It’s anticipation. It’s love. Her future.
Logan took a deep breath as the power of the crystal flowed into him. “Tha ar cumhachd, ar cridhe agus ar n-anam ar n-anum mar aon. Our power, our heart, and our soul are one.” His eyes blazed with golden flame. “Tha cridhe dragon gu brath agus bheir mi meinn dhut. A Dragon’s heart is forever, and I offer mine to you.”
Emily smiled at him before realizing he was waiting for her. “What am I supposed to do?”
Logan smiled. “You must speak your assent.”
Emily swallowed hard. “What do I say?”
“Whatever you feel.”
“Logan Rule, you are my soul and my eternity. Whether we have a day or a decade, I will relish every moment. I love you and look forward to our life together.” The crystal hummed, and the carved runes glowed and pulsed. White threads of power latched onto their souls, weaving them irrevocably together.
She felt a twinge in her soul as if something were awakening, but it took her a moment to realize what it was.
“We are connected, I feel it.”
Logan nodded. “There is no way to know if you have gained immortality, but I will sustain you as long as I am able. Remember that every second with you is a gift, Emily.”
She smiled up at him. He was wearing a suit which she found decidedly handsome, but had sent him an image of it lying on the floor beside her dress. The image he had sent back was far more sensual, and she had to hide her blush .
She allowed him to take off the ribbons before she grabbed his hand. “We need to go outside. I want to try something.”
Logan sighed. “Emily, your magic is gone. I would feel it if it returned.”
Emily winked at him. “I know it is. My magic resides in the cavern of Geram and will, for all time.”
Logan took her hand, and she led him and the others, celebrating their bonding ceremony, outside.
She released Logan’s hand and stepped away from him.
As Emily reached deep within herself, she felt the familiar currents of magic stirring within her soul, but this time, there was something different, something altogether more potent and profound. It was as if a new force had awakened within her, a power that resonated with a primal energy.
Unlike her own magic, which often felt like a wild and unpredictable force, this newfound power seemed to possess a clarity and purpose all its own. It flowed through her with fluidity and grace as if it were guided by an intelligence beyond her comprehension.
Closing her eyes, Emily allowed herself to surrender to the currents of magic swirling within her, letting them guide her toward a deeper understanding of this enigmatic force. As if by instinct, a vivid image formed in her mind.
With a sense of wonderment, Emily extended her hands before her, palms upturned as if in supplication. And then, with a whispered incantation that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the universe, she summoned forth the magic within her, willing it to take shape and form.
To her amazement, a tiny purple pearl materialized within her outstretched hands, its iridescent surface shimmering with an ethereal glow.
Logan stared at the pearl as if it were alive. “How is this possible? I do not sense your magic. ”
Emily smiled at her mate. “It isn’t mine. Or it wasn’t before. Your mother must have known what would happen to me. She transferred her power to the pearl. She was mortal when she died. She gave us... everything. I see how to do the things she did, but it will take me time to learn the mechanics. It’s like her power knows what to do, even though I don’t.”
She felt Logan’s magic caress her soul. The power inside her pulsed back with loving familiarity. It had cherished him since the day he was born, and it still did.
Logan clutched his chest as Emily moved to hug him. “How?” he croaked.
Emily lay her head on his chest. “I think it’s because we both possessed the power of transmutation. It will take me centuries to figure out how she did it, but I do know she wanted the dragons to have her power when she was gone.”
Logan pulled back. “Do you want to use her power? See how it works for you. Pick something that was easy for her. Something familiar.”
Emily connected with the power that had fused with her soul. “There is one.”
Logan stepped away so she could focus.
As Emily delved deeper into the recesses of her mind, she felt a surge of power coursing through her veins, a primal force that demanded release. With a sense of determination, she focused her thoughts on the image she wished to manifest.
She concentrated. A sharp ache spread through her jaw, accompanied by a sensation of stretching and shifting within her muscles. With a gasp, she felt her arms elongate into wings, the transformation causing her to wince with both pain and wonder.
With each passing moment, the creature solidified, its once-white scales shimmering into a vibrant hue of purple as it wobbled unsteadily on its newly-formed legs.
Despite her efforts, Emily found herself unable to speak, her voice reduced to a breathy squawk. Yet amidst the chaos of her transformation, she could sense the emotions swirling around her; awe from the dragons, tears of happiness from the druids, and above all, admiration and love from Logan.
With a sense of pride and gratitude, Emily maneuvered her new body, and the small dragon took its first tentative steps. She was wobbly and Logan lunged to support her neck so she didn’t fall on her face, but it was the beginning of a new era for the dragons and druids. One where their mates shared the skies.
Logan’s mind moved through hers as he shared the image of her dragon with his sleeping brethren.
My mate has the power of transmutation. This is more than we ever dared hope for. Wake when you are ready to search for your mates. The druids are emerging, and the darks seek to enslave them.
Emily felt her strength wane, and she knew she couldn’t hold her form anymore. She felt Logan create her clothes for her as she shifted back to her human form and realized she had shredded her own when she had transformed. Her arms went instinctively around him as her body returned.
“How do you feel?” Logan asked
“Like I ran a marathon. I don’t know how your mother maintained that form for hours and flew at the same time.”
“It took her years to learn to fly, but I will enjoy teaching you.”
Emily stared up at her handsome mate. She had everything she had ever wanted and more. She would have eternity with this man and a future she never thought possible. One where she had the freedom to fly.
The End
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