Eirwen :-Keeper of the Dragon's Flame
Summary:- Sequel to ' Daphne's Stand'. When Princess Daphne fled from Domino , Eirwen Eldona Telmaris supposedly perished in the attack that took away the lives of Domino's King and Queen. Now fifteen years later , Daphne meets someone who could be her lost sister.
Disclaimer :- I don't own Winx Club.
Authoress's Notes:- I have not been on this site for a while and I must say it has been refreshing. However I realize that before I leave this site permanently I must complete the stories that I have written and which I planned to write . Hence I bring to you ' Eirwen' , the sequel to ' Daphne's Stand'.
This will probably be my last story along with ' Dealing with Death' the sequel to ' A fallen fairy' and ' The Advent of the Hunters' , prequel to Melting Ice. However I am not sure about whether they really will be my last stories as I have a lot to write about Winx Club , even though I have lost my respect and admiration for the show ,and many worlds to explore.
I thank ' TheWanderingOutsider ' and ' Roxy Fan 4 ever' who gave me inspiration to write 'Eirwen' and " The Advent of the Hunters'.
Prologue
The flames danced through the corridors of the palace that she called home. "This can't be happening", thought she, the one who was responsible for Domino's downfall.
She cursed herself as she dodged the flames and headed to the crib room. She shouldn't have been swayed by his charms, she shouldn't have. She had been a naïve fifteen year old when she had first met him and had fallen hard for his charms.
She still remembered those beautiful blue eyes looking at her, his voice telling her that she was beautiful. She remembered laughing, a tinkling sound, and her long red hair falling to one side. She remembered that her own green eyes shone with happiness as he told her in whispers that he was in love with her.
She had told him everything, shared her dreams and hopes, her fears and nightmares. Sharing everything about Domino, about the vast wealth of spells that lay in the Dominoan library ,about its wards and the people who were responsible for weaving the intricate magical webs that protected their realm from evil, had been foolish.
Her mother, Queen Marion, had been furious with her when she had learnt of her daughter's indiscretion, yet had let her of lightly when she said that she had full faith in him.
And now Domino was paying for her mistakes. Her first mistake was to even think that he actually cared about her; the second was to trust Politea, that traitorous nymph. It was because of her that the other nymphs of Lake Roccaluce were dead, killed by the ancestral witches, when they refused to hand over their sacred treasures.
She had even led their forces and Daphne had been shocked when she learnt that her best friend was trying to destroy Domino. She had secretly left the palace that night, even though she knew that walking into the enemy camp unarmed was foolish. She tried to talk to her, even pleaded with her to tell her what was wrong, yet Politea wouldn't open up.
Why would her best friend betray her? Why?
Daphne couldn't stop her tears from falling, the day she knew that it was a losing battle they were fighting. Her parents had tried to reassure her and tell her that it would be all right but she knew the truth.
It wouldn't be and it was all her fault. It was then that she knew what she had to do. It didn't matter if she perished in the war, but her younger sister Eirwen had to survive.
She had read Yvonne's prophecies over and over again, and had come to the conclusion that Eirwen would be Domino's saviour.
She slipped into the crib room quietly, trying not to wake up her seven month old sister. Casting a teleportation spell was tricky, and even though she had graduated from Alfea , at the age of sixteen , by the Great Dragon's will, she knew that it would be difficult.
She called on the ancient runes of magic, of teleportation and of belief. The runes wove a golden sphere around them and they vanished, only to appear in the Chamber of the Great Dragon.
She knew then the immense responsibility that lay on her shoulders, the reason for her birth. Calmly accepting her fate, she placed Eirwen on the central stone table. Channeling her magic into the one spell that she knew would probably destroy her wasn't easy.
Yet she called forth the magic, the Dragon's Flame that lay deep within her and channeled it into her sister. The Flame surrounded her, quietly contemplating whether she was worthy of being the next Guardian.
As Daphne started to lose hope, the Flame swiftly flew into Eirwen, melding with her soul and changing her very being.
Daphne sighed in relief but was also very worried. Eirwen would never be the same again, she would never get to lead the normal life, she would have led if she hadn't become Keeper of the Dragon's Flame.
Taking her into her arms Daphne ran from the room , as soon as she sensed the presence of the malevolent auras that surrounded the Ancestral Witches…
Daphne awoke with a start, her eyes glazed with tears. Her realm had fallen and now there was nothing she could do to revive it. After a year of searching , she hadn't found anything.
Although she knew that her sister's magical signature would only appear when she turned sixteen , she kept hoping that the Dragon's Flame would show itself. Being the former Guardian of Domino , she could sense the Flame's power even if it was a galaxy away .
Yet there was nothing , nothing at all to show that Eirwen was still alive. She had begun to lose hope of ever finding her. This is what she knew . What she didn't know was that ancient mystical forces were gathering to help reunite the two lost sisters.
