Meeting of Souls….Part 2

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“Yes,”  Fyrespike repeated,  “it’s funny you should think that Lady Pen,  welcome to my idea of Hell,  or my Cave to be exact”  At this I finally had the nerve to open my eyes and stare about the most untidy looking, acrid and foul smelling cave I have ever had the misfortune to visit… ‘Why on earth have you brought me here Fyrespike?” I queried in horror, “If you think for one minute I’m going to clean up this mess and … for goodness sake” I added, waving my hand under my poor nose “there’s surely no air freshener in any existence that’d mask this foul odour” … He coughed, not his usual smoky cough, but a red faced slightly embarrassed one and sheepishly offered the opinion “It’s not that bad is it?”  My eyes were streaming, I could feel my eye liner giving up the ghost and joining the tears sliding their way hastily down my cheek. My hair was being affected too, the straight bob I sported (with the help of hair straighteners and gel) had become a curly festooned mop just sitting on my head, leaving me with the feeling I’d give Coco the Clown a run for his money!!   “Why are we here?” I finally thought to ask.   He waved his pipe in response, growled something unintelligible and suddenly the whole Cave was transformed into a clean, fresh sparkling and most of all empty but tidy place you’d be happy to show your own Mother on a surprise visit!! 

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“Well why on earth hadn’t you thought to do that before ?”   I asked in amazement and he coughed again, before admitting “Since my Mate left, I’ve just let things slide a bit”  and I thought “A bit?”  though instantly felt slightly ashamed, very sympathetic and totally in the wrong. “Why did she leave?” I couldn’t help asking, and he settled himself down on a pile of very large and extremely comfortable looking cushions which suddenly appeared out of  thin air and I glanced about for my seat, but nothing else materialised.  I coughed sharply, earning his sly gaze upon me,  although his eyes were lightly twinkling, then the little red pipe made smoky motions in the air and next to me there appeared a large Chaise Longue, bright red with dark oak legs.  “How lovely “ I thought, until I tried to sit  myself comfortably and only succeeded in falling off the end. Finally, under his very amused stare, I laid myself full length like a sacrificial offering and waited for him to continue his story about his mate…

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“Her name is Kalaseru, and the most beautiful of Red Dragons,” he softly  answered, then paused a second or two to ponder, and finally continued “She left me as I wouldn’t finish my Quest to find the Well of Water Magic,” At this statement my ears almost twitched and my heart plummeted, as I suddenly realised what he wanted of me.  On one of our many adventures he’d touched upon this quest and how he needed a mortal to aid him. Apparently I was that very mortal and my time of helping him had come. “What does this Quest entail” I asked calmly, knowing I couldn’t and therefore wouldn’t let him down, not Fyrespike,  not my friend in need.  “Go on” I encouraged him, while twisting round on my stomach, finding this was a slightly more comfortable but alas a less dignified position on the chaise longue,  and he smiled in response to my tone and predicament, continuing,  “I need your help Lady Pen, to call a Meeting of Souls, and thus enable the Well of Water Magic to come into existence, then all I need to do is drink from the Well, and my magic will henceforth include the rule over Water, and my mate Kalaseru, can combine her magic lore with mine and we shall be complete.” At my raised questioning eyebrow, he sighed heavily and answered “By which I mean, we can mate and produce offspring”  Of course my heart melted and straight away before I could stop myself I’d asked the question “What do I need to do?”

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He laughed. Really and truly belly laughed and then coughed so deeply that I thought the Chaise Longue was an danger of combusting into fire-filled life and me with it, so I jumped up hastily and queried after his health!  “No, honestly I’m  fine, Lady Pen, just feeling happy and ready to start.”   With this comment his pipe was again in use, swirling about as if it had a smoky life of it’s own, by drawing so many pictures in the air that my human eyes couldn’t keep up.  I felt so dizzy that I failed to notice we’d been picked up and gently deposited at an Oasis in a Desert. Which one, dear reader?  Who knows, it may not even be of this Earth, and I was disinclined to ask as my mind was on the task before me. “What do I do?” I repeated slightly less calmly than before. “Well, first of all just take a deep calming breath, and secondly put your right hand Index Finger here…”  I looked to see where his pipe was pointing and there was, of all things, a key hole shape in the base of the nearest Palm Tree, and I hesitated a second, glanced at his Dragon face, and thought “What the heck?” and offered my Index Finger to the said hole… What happened next? Why the Meeting of Souls of course,  which was his soul and mine joining together with a flash of colours so bright my eyes hurt like ….um..Hell.  Suddenly with a clamouring sound, the colours abruptly faded and there before us appeared a magnificent Well,  decorated with so many Runes that not a single stone was to be seen, just the integrated scripts written by long gone souls through aeons of magical and mystical learning.  I caught my breath at the beauty of it, and Fyrespike cast his head back and roared as I’d never heard before. He was on the threshold of his next magic Level, and his mate would be his for the rest of their long-lived lives.  He shuffled forward, bent his head and partook of what looked like sweet, tasting ambrosial water. But his face twisted in agony, and before I could move aside he’d turned and spat it out drenching me,  “What on Earth”  I spluttered, but thankfully he laughed, and tried again to drink the water. This time able to swallow the foul tasting stuff.  He trumpeted a bugling, musical sound, flew straight into the air and revolved around for about two long seeming lifetime minutes.  At last the sound stopped and all was quiet again. He landed next to me and held out a claw, ever so lightly touching my cheek, whilst intoning  “I am Fyrespike, forever thy friend, whenever thou hast need of me, I will attend… Thus speaks Fyrespike, Green Dragon, Master of Air, Earth and now Water…”

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And that my friends is how I spent my time at The Meeting of Souls…. Helping Fyrespike to attain his next level of Magic and regain his mate for life…I hope you enjoyed the story… I will be continuing the saga, telling how I meet with Kalaseru….The most challenging of female Red Dragons…

LadyP © 2011

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30 responses to “Meeting of Souls….Part 2

  1. Fyrespike needed your help and as a friend you helped him reach his goal and become master of water. Now he can pursue Kalaseru, the female Red Dragon, his mate. Every dragon needs a mate, to keep the fires lit.
    I’m glad your compassion reached out and gave him his chance. Definitely a positive thing to do.

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    • HI there Dan, glad you enjoyed the tale… and one must help ones friends in need., even if they be Dragons and slightly tricky ones at that… many thanks for your comment, my friend, very much appreciated…xx
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  2. Great story Pen.
    I’m so glad that the ‘Meeting of Souls’ was not quite as frightening as I first thought that it was going to be. I’m looking forward to meeting Kalaseru.

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    • Well I really didn’t want to scare off anyone Mike, I mean to say, Fyrespike wouldn’t take me to Hell now would he? um…would he? … 😉
      just glad you enjoyed the storyline, ‘cos I really enjoyed letting my imagination fly where it wanted to go…Almost here, there and everywhere!! xx
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  3. Great story Pen. I will be waiting for the next installment!
    xoxo

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  4. Ah, twists and turns, Pen, twists and turns!
    I actually thought you were in hell, and I also thought that the Meeting of Souls could possibly have been something not as positive – luckily I was wrong! I notice no mention of Fyrespike being the master of Fire in the tale – or does that just go without saying? I like mystery, I do!
    And your eyeliner – good for you that you have that pencil sharpener! And sorry to hear about your hair – it’s terrible when things like that happen! 😉
    Great story… and I’m looking forward to meeting Kalaseru!

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    • ah Now, that was quite deliberate, Sir Aquatom, Fyrespike is a breathing fire Dragon only, he has the talent but not the mastery of Fire Magic…Kalaseru, on the other um…claw ( hand ) does have Fire Magic Plus the mastery of her talent of Fire Breathing…..Does that make everything clear? 😉
      Glad you enjoyed the tale, my friend, and Kalaseru is looking forward to meeting you too… 😀 xx
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  5. I loved this Pen, Fyrespikes place sounds a bit like mine at times, I’d best learn to use a magic pipe (or perhaps a loan if Fyrespike has a spare one 😉 ). Keep the imagination flying Pen

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    • I will Trevor, it seems to fly all of it’s own accord sometimes, and I don’t think Fyrespike has any more magic pipes, that particular one seems to have lasted him all his life to date, so maybe it’s self repairing. as he does seem to use it quite a lot… Many thanks for your lovely comment…xx
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  6. As long as all you have to do is HELP and not trade your soul dear Pen! Good story.

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    • Oh definitely no trading, Leslie, or swapping for that matter, (what if the ‘meeting’ had gone wrong? doesn’t bear thinking about!!) … So pleased you enjoyed the storyline and many thanks for your comment…xx
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  7. Nice one Pen… So Kalaseru is the red dragon?? Would be interesting to see what happens next… N ya i take back my words that hes shy…:) But i still love this green dragon… Looking fwd to the next part of it… Take care… xoxo

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    • Hi there Mystique, yes, Kalaseru’s the Red Dragon, quite a slightly different temperament ( 😉 ) … thanks for reading this long tale, (slightly longer as my imagination wouldn’t let go!!) … but glad you enjoyed it. Many thanks for your comment, my friend, much appreciated…xx
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  8. Congratulations on a well-written piece Pen – friend of Dragons!!! 🙂

    Love and squishy hugs!

    Prenin.

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  9. Love this! I’ve got a thing for dragons, they’re such magical beasts. Will look forward to reading more about them 🙂 Wonderful tale!

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    • many thanks dp, glad you enjoyed the story and it’s conclusion… I too have a thing about Dragons, (um..not hard to disguise I suppose 😉 ) … Magical beats indeed, and such a feast for the imagination …xx
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  10. Great story – no air freshener in the dragon’s lair, but luckily he can wave his pipe. Friendship and adventure through the key hole. Foul water that fulfills dreams. Imagination as grand as the heart!

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    • Why Monica, I feel you’d like to have been there, and in a way you were, for who do I write for if not for my friends to share the adventure? … my present to you … for your enjoyment and mine too of course, as Fyrespike has become as real to me as Gil, only in a different way… Strange how you can become so attached to your leading characters … many thanks for your lovely comment my friend..xx
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  11. I thought for a minute I was back in my grand-daughter’s room that I saw at the weekend. LOl Perhaps |I could borrow one of your dragons to sort out her place too. LOl You could give JK Rowling a run for her money, sure as hell.
    Loved it, made me feel like a kid again reveling in Fairy tales and mystic beings.
    Hugs and pats to Bess, and hope she’s not feeling left out. XX

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    • hi there Arlene, I did wonder if anyone would read it, ‘cos it took on a life of it’s own and became longer and longer…thanks for your comment, and I’m really pleased you enjoyed the fun and the storyline. Wouldn’t it be great to have a friend like him? with his magic pipe and all!! … and Bess sleeps a lot now, I play with her and throw the balls as usual but she’s slowing, definitely slowing…and tugging at my heartstrings again… but her quality of life is still good, so we’re both hanging on in there. and here’s me crying again!! must be the smell of brimstone… Hugs and pats to you, Tango and Ruby…xx
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  12. This is a most delightful story it has Magic and Adventure, twists of emotions and an eagerly anticipated wonder of what is to follow, I must admit that this story of yours is becoming an unmissable part of your blogging pages, indeed your Space has truly evolved since joining WordPress my great friend, and I can see many wonderful adventures emerging from this little Fyrespike character of yours…

    It Is Pure Genius Lady Pen…

    A Fearsome Smoking Dragon?
    I think not…
    He is far too nice for that…

    Androgoth XXx

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    • Loving the comment and the compliments my Gothic friend, keep ’em coming.. 🙂 …. I get so much enjoyment from writing the stories that it’s a pleasure to share them with everyone who wishes to read them… Fyrespike nice? He coughs and blushes, and waves his pipe asking if you have a refill of wacky baccy for him? um…light blend!! xx
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  13. Most excellent!! Please… do write more. And by the way, I want to be one of the firsts to have a copy of your book (many of your short stories compiled into one book) signed by you.
    Creative writing at the finest!

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    • OK it’s a deal, Seth, and is this a free copy might I delicately inquire ? 😉
      Sorry, just joking… but if that day ever dawns you will be one of the first…
      My thanks for your lovely and complimentary comment…xx
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