The Blue Journal (Fantasmagoria Book 1) by I. B. George

Author:I. B. George [George, I. B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: I. B. George
Published: 2016-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

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Aryana and Robert strolled along the paths of Nargor gardens. Giant rose bushes and azaleas lined the cobbled alleys of the park, creating a wondrous sight. The explosion of colours was contrasted by the vibrant green grass.

Robert felt somewhat intimidated by Aryana’s presence. Her warrior temperament and her proud gait made him feel a bit uneasy.

Aryana sensed that Robert was holding something back. She looked tenderly at this little boy who she only heard of a few days ago and who reminded her of the sister she had loved so dearly.

She wished with all her heart to support him as much as she could to fulfil the prophecy. She held Tyreas responsible for her sister’s death who had given birth in dreadful conditions while Sardar Castle was being sieged.

Right now, all she had left in the world was this child who had the blood of the Eremons running through his veins. Azar, the dear master who had taught her how to hold a sword had told her so many good things about him.

She had had a chance to see some of his qualities during the competitions which had finished half an hour ago. She noticed the pride as heir of Ga’al breathing through the pores of this child when he demonstrated his ability as a Fire Chosen.

Aryana had been impressed by the speed with which Robert had initiated the Inner Fire. She used to be Master Azar’s favourite student and she knew that he wasn’t going to bestow praise on just anyone. Now, however, the master was simply thrilled by the quick progress Robert had made.

She went over to one of the rose bushes and picked one flower with big velvety petals.

“You won’t find such roses as these in Akros anywhere else, Robert. Their fragrance is famous all over Fantasmagoria,” she said giving him the flower.

Robert breathed in the powerful yet delicate perfume, his senses awakened.

“I remember the garden at Sardar Castle,” continued Aryana “and my childhood. When I wasn’t busy training with Master Azar, I used to roam around every corner of the castle and the garden with Neri.”

“What was my mother like?” asked Robert shyly.

“She was a good child… better behaved than me. I was always the black sheep of the family and because of that father loved my sister more,” said Aryana dreamily, thinking back to times long gone. “It never bothered me though. Father would leave me to it because he thought I was a bit wild and he didn’t want to have much to do with whatever I was up to. He thought I was a lost cause, too wild to be disciplined. Poor daddy… he couldn’t see that I was craving adventure more than the rest of my family. I believe that through my veins ran the blood of Lord Zarak, an old adventurer on our mother’s side. He was the first to venture into Akros during the times when people were so superstitious that they crossed themselves if they even glimpsed the mystical darkness of the Misty Passage.

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