Chosen By The Dragon Kings

Chapter 47

Elora’s POV

As soon as I walked in, Abbie's eyes flew open in alarm, relaxing when she realized it was just me.

Abbie sits up making room next to her and I lay beside her, placing the book in my lap annoyed.

“What’s wrong?” she asks before picking up the book.

“Silas wants my magic and apparently he wants it now. He gave me this so I can read how to put my

magic in something,” I tell her. She nods, flicking through the pages.

“You don’t want to?” she asks.

“Of course not, I only just got it besides I am fae. What fae hasn’t wished for their magic at some

stage,” I tell her, and she nods.

Abigail was reading the page Matitus flicked to.

“You don’t need this book. fae magic isn’t much different from witch magic, it is easy to transfer your

magic. I will show you” she tells me, and I nod before sighing.

“It says here stripping a fae of her magic removes all magical properties leaving them bare”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask curious, and she shrugs.

“God knows, I am assuming you won’t be able to get it back once it has been used up, whereas with

witch's magic we can regenerate it from pulling on the elements. I’m guessing fae can’t” Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

I nod when Marian walks in, a sombre expression on her face when she sees the book Abigail is

holding.

“I knew he wanted your magic first thing this morning, I saw him reading that before you woke up. He

spent all morning in the library” she tells us.

“What are you going to do?” she asks, sitting in the desk chair.

“Hand it over, I won’t let anyone else die. It isn’t worth someone’s life,” I tell her. She nods before

looking at Abigail sadly.

“Fae have gone without their magic for this long, not like we can’t live without it. He will regret it though

that I can assure you”

“What do you mean?” I ask confused.

“You will find out, not necessarily a bad thing for you but for Silas it will be”

“So, what do you want to put it in?” Abigail asks.

“I have no idea, what do you think?” I ask and she shrugs.

“I have something perfect” Marian tells me,

“I just need to duck in town. Be back in half an hour,” she says a devious smile on her face like

whatever she thought of was funny. Abigail looks at me, raising an eyebrow.

“I wonder what she thought of?”

“Beats me but I have a funny feeling it isn’t anything good,” I tell her. One thing about Marian after

being here for the last few weeks is, she has a strange sense of humour. Shaking my head, I get up.

“Where are you going?”

“To get breakfast before Silas kicks the door down and force feeds me,” I tell her. She swings her legs

off the bed getting up after me.

“Good idea, I am starving” she tells me before pulling a woollen jumper on. We both walk to the

kitchens and make cereal when Silas and Matitus walk in. Proving my theory right that he would have

kicked the door in looking for me.

“Good, you’re eating,” Matitus says looking relieved. Making me wonder exactly how accurate my

thought was of Silas force feeding me.

I ignore them as they walk in. I can feel Silas’s anger through the bond which hadn’t died down. When

they didn’t leave, I saw Abigail sending them nervous glances. Tipping my bowl in the sink. Silas

growls.

“What?” I snap, glaring at him.

He says nothing, just folds his arms across his chest and the room goes up in temperature letting me

know how angry he is.

Matitus steps forward, rubbing my arms. “Elora just don’t please. Why do you have to challenge him on

everything?” he says, pushing me back in the seat. Silas walks out and I can hear his growl as he

walks up the corridor. Matitus pinches the bridge of his nose frustrated.

“Did you read it?”

“Yes, Matitus I read the fucking book, just let Abbie finish and I will bring it to you when I am done,” I tell

him, shooing him away. Matitus reluctantly leaves. Just as Abbie nearly finishes eating Marian runs in

with a box, her hair a mess like she ran all the way here.

I go to open the box, but Marian shakes her head before laughing, holding the lid shut. Abigail and I

raise an eyebrow at her blushing face.

“Not here” she snorts, holding her laugh, “I would love to be a fly on the wall when you give this to

them” she tells us, and Abbi shovels her food down wanting to know what it is Marian has in the box.

“It’s too perfect, especially once you hand it over because that is what they will have to do,” she says

hysterically laughing again to the point she had tears rolling down her face.

Abigail stands up dumping her bowl in the sink. “You got me curious now old lady” she states before

walking out the kitchen door.

Following her back to Abigail’s room, Marian locks the door behind her before setting the box on the

table. At this moment she looked younger carefree as she opened the box, which had a smaller box

inside about the length of my forearm.

Abigail picks it up, turning it over to read what is inside. Abigail also starts giggling, her face flushing

red before she jams it back in the box closing the lid, like she was embarrassed for even holding it. “Oh

my god Marian you are terrible, where did you even get this?”

“The warehouse down the road has all sorts of weird things in it” she states before laughing again.

“Ok what is it?” I ask, opening the box. I pull the smaller box out and turn it over to see a picture of a

penis. “It isn’t? Please tell me this is a joke?,” I tell her, and she starts laughing again.

“I can already picture their faces,” she snorts. Opening the box, I pull it out, taking the protective sleeve

off it.

“Man, I might go buy myself one of those,” Abigail says, feeling the tip of it.

“You really expect me to give them a rubber penis,” I tell her, the thing floppy to the side in my hand.

“It’s called a dildo and Yes, Tell Silas to go fuck himself” Marian says trying not to laugh but not

succeeding.

“And I can really transfer my magic into this?” I asked confused, thinking I would need some kind of

Talisman.

“Yep, you could put it in a stuffed teddy, in a room, wherever you want. The object becomes magic

once you send your magic to it'' Marian answers. I wobble it back and forth trying not to laugh. Abigail

pulls me over to the bed and sits down. I place the pink silicone dildo on the bed shaking my head at

what I am about to do.

“Okay, so what do I do?” I ask, watching Abigail.

“Easy, close your eyes and feel for your magic. Once you have it, push it, concentrate on what it is

you’re trying to put it into, picture it in your head and then let it go” she tells me showing me with a

book. I watch amazed as her hands glow green and watch the magic leave her fingertips turning the

book a glowing green before it goes back to its normal brown leather colour. She then draws it back

out. The book glowing again, and it looks like mist travelling back through her hands and up her arms.

“See?” she says, and I nod.

“Now you try, just feel for your magic” she tells me. I close my eyes feeling when she turns my palms

up, dropping the dildo in it making my eyes snap open at the thought of it and I chuckle.

“I can’t picture it without laughing,” I tell her, and she giggles.

“Try Elora breathe, get your serious face on” Marian says snickering behind me. Making my lips twitch

as I fight the urge to laugh.

Closing my eyes and breathing deeply, I felt for my magic, at first there was nothing. I felt like I was

trying to grasp the air. Relaxing my shoulders and I take some deep breaths concentrating and I feel a

sliver and I smile.

Concentrating on the warm feeling I pull on it, it tickles as I feel it rushing from my toes up my body, like

a strange current, rippling and slipping through every cell making goosebumps rise on my body the

more I draw on it. My mark on my neck starts tingling and I fight the urge to shiver as a cold feeling

consumes me. Focusing, I push it through my fingertips and open my eyes. Purple mist covered my

hands glowing brighter, and I forced it out, letting it go and concentrating on the object itself. The pink

Dildo glows and trembles in my hands and it was like a vacuum once the first trickle of my magic

touched it, sucking it up instantly. The dildo dropped in my hand and turned back pink instead of purple.

I could feel my magic trapped within its confines when Abigail gasps, making my eyes dart to hers.

“What?” I whisper and she shakes her head pointing to her mirror. Getting up, I walk over to the mirror,

my Fae tattoos gone but that’s not all, my mark disappeared. I try feeling through the bond but get

nothing but radio silence. I felt empty, no foreign feelings rippling through me. Nothing indicating we are

mates anymore. I gasp rubbing my neck seeing if it was a trick.

Turning around, I see Marian with a knowing look on her face. “You knew?” I ask and she nods.

“Yep, mate marks have magical properties, you didn’t just put your magic in that, you also put the mate

bond,” she says smiling. I was free of them, I felt nothing for them besides my own feelings.

“That’s why you wanted the dildo, because I wouldn’t feel the pull to mate with them now” I state

shocked but also relieved no more mating heat, or invasions of my thoughts nothing. I was simply me.

“They aren’t going to like that, dragons can only mate with their mates and unless Dragus or Matitus

are willing to switch sides,” Abigail says worriedly, and I have to agree with her. I knew they would be

angry when they found out. That was karma, they could have my magic but not me.

“They wanted your magic; it came at a price,” Marian says, dumping the Dildo in my hand. I look down

at it. Now seeing why, she thought it was so funny and for once I didn’t fear his reaction because I

simply didn’t care.

Walking out, I put it in my back pocket. Marian is laughing behind me as she watches me move down

the corridor. I brush my hair over my neck, so they can’t see my missing mark. They would be

expecting the Fae marking gone but not their mark.

I felt a little sad that the only thing I had I was giving up, felt it tug something inside me. The ultimate

sacrifice and I was the one making it, for a curse I didn’t make yet it was my responsibility to break it. It

didn’t seem fair, like I was being punished. So, walking into the library, I could feel my anger boiling

inside me with nowhere to go. They look up as I enter.

Matitus walks over but I wave him off, not wanting them near me. Silas looks up from what he was

doing and watches me as I approach. Reaching in my back pocket, I grab the dildo and drop it on his

desk making him sit back with an angry look on his face.

“What the fuck is this Elora?” he asks, picking it up with two fingers.

“My magic, so you can go fuck yourself with it,” I tell him giving him a smile. Silas growls angrily.

“Really Elora, why did you give me this and where did you get it?” he snaps, dropping it on the table. It

glows purple and his eyes snap to it.

“You put your magic in this?” he asks incredulously. I nod trying not to laugh as I pinch my lips back

together. Matitus steps forward, cocking his head to the side.

“Why can’t I feel you?” he says, staring at me.

“Everything comes at a price Matitus,” I tell him, flicking my hair over my shoulder and I see Silas jump

to his feet and Dragus.

“What did you do?” Silas growls gripping my arm.

“Stripping a Fae of their magic, leaves them bare of all magical properties, your mark is magical

therefore it is in that, with my magic” I snap at him. Silas growls tugging me to him, and I pull away.

“You wanted my magic, now you have it, you could have had me, but you wanted to break that damn

curse so badly and at what cost Silas. You can’t have both. You made your decision, live with it,” I tell

him before walking away.

“Elora don’t you walk away from me” Silas bellows, trudging after me. He grabs my arm pulling me

back into the library.

“Fix it, now” he screams enraged.

“To do that I have to take my magic back, so which is it Silas, me or my magic?” I ask.

He says nothing and I feel tears brim, he didn’t care for me. He just wanted the curse broken; I was

merely a pawn in his grand plan. A child incubator nothing more to him, nothing less but something to

be used and thrown away.

“Lora,” Matitus says stepping forward. I wipe my tears knowing Silas made his decision.

“Don’t Matitus, you all made your decision. Now I know where I stand. I am nothing to you and now

you’re nothing to me,” I tell them before running out, so they don’t see me break.