4 The Fire Dragon (1/2)
Harrahinah slowly opens her eyes. She's lying in the middle of the magic circle.
”Princess,” her father, Lionel come closer and help her to stand.
”Dad,” all she could utter.
”Yes, I know you are very surprised and the past you saw is the beginning of the Great Land. Only the next heir could read the book. Your brothers have not allowed learning about this story from over 3000 years ago. It will only pass down to the next Great King,” Lionel stated.
”However, even the book and the pendant falls to another hand, the history wouldn't show itself and only at the rightful heir it will reveal.” He added, ”whatever it will, it won't open but only to the presence of the True King.”
”I understand dad,” she answered. A secret history she must be hidden even from her own family, her siblings.
”Now, you must burn this book.”
”What? Why?” she asks curiously.
”Since the history now imprinted inside your head, the book must destroy. But nothing to worry, you can create the book again when the right time has come.”
”Oh, I see... But dad, this book--”
”You have the capability to do it,” her father reveals.
”What?! How? Really?”
”While you are reading at the Pavilion with your maids and fell asleep, your body suddenly on fire. You lost consciousness.”
”Is that so? No wonder Albert was been worried and rush to come back.”
”Now burn the book,” Lionel give her the book.
She takes the book and listens carefully to what her dad says.
”Raise the book above your head, concentrate.”
She followed every instruction her dad says. She could feel the magic circle glowing. Energy starts coming out from her body, now the book floats above her.
”Feel the power of the Dragon Sword.
Harrah could see herself where the red dragon entwined around her body. The thread of fire began surrounded her.
”That's it, princess, you are doing good. Now concentrate and aim it into the book.”
Harrah carefully controls the surge of strength she could feel. Slowly, her power touches the book and it began burning.
”Hah!” Harrah slowly kneels on the ground. She felt weak.
”Princess, you did great. You can almost control your power just in the first try.”
Harrah hugs her dad.
”It's okay. I'm so proud of you.”
”You're the best dad,” she heard him chuckled.
”Who is he dad?” She saw a man in one of the paintings hangs in the walls.
”Ah, my best friend and my best buddy... side by side we fought every battle, those memories.”
Harrah saw how her dad's face lighten. He must miss his home back in his own world.