The Great Battle Between the Thirteen Realms of Arthen: The Power of Three

 

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The Beginning of it all

 

A mysterious woman washed up on shore.  She had sand stuck on her cheek from the water.  She didn’t know how she came to this island or where she was located.  She was wearing rugged clothes from an awful shipwreck.  She saw a lighthouse over a pier.  There she might find answers to her questions.

She had amnesia from a head trauma.  She met the watchguard of the lighthouse.  He introduced himself as Jeb.  He asked for her name but got no answer.  He gave her some food and clothing from his deceased wife.  He allowed her to sleep in the bedroom, and he took the couch for his shift.  Then he would take her to the village.

The watchguard shifts were twelve hours a day and night.  He made sure boats and ships would be alert for the land ahead.  It was almost six ‘o’clock in the morning.  Jeb’s shift was over for the time being.  He slept for six hours until the mysterious woman startled him.  She was hungry.  He got up and refreshed his look.  He asked the woman if she wouldn’t mind walking with him to the village.

The middle of the afternoon Jeb walked side by side with the mysterious woman.  She spoke for a little while.  “My wife’s name was Mary.”

“So, I’ll be Mary, until my memories come back.”

He didn’t mind the name at the time.  He treated Mary to some lunch at the Pub Inn.

He took out his wallet and on the main slide of it was him and his wife.  He ordered a pitcher of liquor.  He felt down from discussing his late wife.  Mary felt sorrowful pain.  She witnessed an image from being by his side.  Then she got up from the table in a trance.  Her eyes glowed a neon blue.  Without her knowledge she twirled the tables and stools in a small twister.  Jeb tossed the tables and cried out to his new friend.

She transformed the wooden tables and stools into sharp razor splinters.  She hurled motion of her right hand in front of her chest.  The razor splinters were hurled towards the wall.  It forced a huge hole in the wall.  All he could think about was something quick to save the people from this torture scene.  He instantly kissed her on her lips.  She woke up from the trance and fell into his arms.

She shook her head and demanded to know what happened to the Pub Inn’s wall.  The restaurant manager told Jeb to leave and take your friend.  He didn’t argue with his old-time friend.  He simply asked Mary if she remembered what she was thinking about during her trance.  She couldn’t answer his question because she couldn’t remember what caused her to get into that state of mind.

She felt ashamed from that mysterious outburst.  Then suddenly she ignited into bright green flames.  It shot straight up into the skyline in a shape of a mushroom.  Jeb ran for his life before being destroyed.  He hid behind some concrete walls.  There he watched as Mary was ascending into the sky.  The other townspeople were frightened of their lives.  They shut their doors and windows.

Jeb ran back to his lighthouse home to forget about his meeting with Mary.  He shut the door and leaned against the door.  There he cried as he slid down to the floor.  Then he noticed a morse code about a mysterious shipwreck near the coast.  The cargo has escaped and beware of anything out of the usual.

He hunted for his underwater gear all through his living quarters.  Then he took them to his sailboat.  He untied the boat from the docks.  Then he set out for those coordinates of the shipwreck.  It would take him three hours to get to the location.  From a distance he saw Mary ascending high above the village.  He needed to see the wreckage’s ship log for the cargo.

Jeb prepared for the diving expedition at the wreckage.  He made it to the ship’s manifestation log.  It read a woman with amnesia beware.  His eyes got big in surprise.  He hurried to the surface of Alterrian Ocean.

“It can’t be her.  I need to get back.”

He paddled back to the docks.  It was all day’s work, but when he got back, she was gone.  Something strong took her into the heavens.  She woke up in a comfy bed with a mysterious woman at her side.

“Who might you be?”

“Introductions aren’t important now.  You need to start your training.  Get dress and come down to eat breakfast.”

The mysterious woman rose from the barstool.  She left the room.  Mary waited and wasn’t going to keep the woman waiting.

Down the stairs in the dining room there lay two chairs at the heads of the table.  The woman sat at one end of it then she gestured for Mary to sit at the other end.  She spoke sternly about the situation.

“What do you feel like eating my dear?”

She waited for Mary to take her seat.  Mary didn’t speak because she was frightened about this woman.

“The name’s Stella.”

She waited for Mary to acknowledge her.

“Good morning, Stella.”

So, Mary thought of fried eggs and bacon on a plate.  A plate appeared with fried eggs and bacon in front of her.  Stella pointed at Mary and started telling her after breakfast they would start the teaching.  Stella thought of a knife and fork for Mary.  They appeared by her plate.

Mary daydreamed of her plate would be washed and disappearing.  She also thought about the knife and fork being cleaned and put in a draw.  Stella wiped the vision from the dining room to the training room.  She demanded Mary to start by getting into a fighting stance.  Still Mary struggled a little bit with this first quest for learning.

“Bend your knees a slightly more and raise your arms in punching motion.”

Now Stella told Mary to throw punches until she says stop.  She imagined a chair and an end table with a cup of tea on it.  Mary kept throwing punches with opposite arms.  Stella yelled out to Mary that she needed to imagine the true power within.

Hours passed by and Mary kept on with her training.  Then she started getting negative thoughts that this was a waste of time.  She got impatient.  There she pestered Stella for more training.  Her teacher ordered for a spare moment.  Both were in the training room.  Stella tossed a few punches into the air.  Blasts of magical sparks hit Mary in the chest.  It knocked her to the ground.

“See, you’re not ready for more until you have the basics down.”

Stella oversaw more of Mary’s training.  Sometimes she would demonstrate the proper basics.  Then after a couple of hours of her performing the basics.  Stella would spare a little more.  She couldn’t knock down Mary with an instance performance.  Mary threw her first magical punch.  It struck the chest of Stella.

“Now you’re getting it.  You’re still not ready for more techniques just yet.”

Mary would perform the basics for up to eight hours a day.  Then a full month passed by Stella would perform some magical punches at Mary.  She would block them.  Now Mary would learn another basic action.  A swift kick along with throwing punches.  Mary struggled first with the swift kick.  She wouldn’t argue this time.

Stella wanted to spare before lunch.  She stood in her stance across from Mary.  She performed the swift kick that sent a bolt of power to Mary.  Then Mary used several punches to block the power.

“Very good pupil.”

There Mary did a roundhouse kick that sent a different kind of power across to Stella.  It knocked her on her knees.

“What kind of power was that?”

Stella gestured with her hand training was done for the time being.  She wanted to eat lunch with Mary.  They entered the dining room.  Mary dreamed up a steak and baked potato with butter.  Stella agreed that a steak and baked potato with butter was a celebration meal.

Stella strolled beside Mary to her room for the evening.  She ordered her to read some stances in a volume of magical fighting.  Her time was almost up on meeting Stella.  Mary knew that her time was almost complete.  She didn’t know what to expect from tomorrow.

Mary stood on the balcony staring out into the stars.  She couldn’t sleep now.  She heard something peculiar in the sky.  She stepped on the edge of the balcony.  Then she took one step and started falling before long she thought about being a crow.  Her body mutated into a large crow.  She soared high before returning.  In her sight Stella stood glaring stern in the eyes of Mary.

“How did you know you could do that?”

Mary struggled on mutating back into a woman.  Stella jumped back and watched the full transformation of Mary.  She wanted to know her full potential.  Stella imagined a stove in the room.  She started cooking some sausage and some eggs.  She served breakfast to Mary.  It helped her transition from a large crow to a woman.

So, food helped with the magical spells.  Stella gave her own advice to Mary that rest also would help gain knowledge.  Mary finally saw a map of other floating castles.  She finished her breakfast and pointed to the map.  Stella gave her a necklace with a blue gemstone.

“It was your time to leave.  You gained all the knowledge from me.”

There were three other floating castles in the nearby lands.  Mary stood on the balcony.  She didn’t hesitate to mutate into a crow.  It was a struggle at the start.  Then by now it didn’t hurt much.  She fell off the edge of the balcony.  She spread her wings and soared high into the sky.  She flapped her wings.  From a distance she saw another castle over another kingdom.  There was a force shield around the castle.  It shot her down.  She became unconscious from the free fall.

She transformed back into a pale woman.  She overheard a loud commotion over on the main road.  She didn’t move a muscle.  She hid in some bushes until the commotion was over.  Several large blue skins arrested in shackles some prisoners.  They led the prisoners towards the city.

The city had a moat around it that flowed molten lava.  It spewed down from the enormous volcanic mountain.  Mary worked on an illusion transformation spell.  She even changed her name to fit her new look.
            “Stelliaca.”

She dressed in all black dress.  She wore a mask to cover her nose and mouth.  The air was toxic from the ash of the volcano.  Everyone else wore face coverings for their protection.  Stelliaca strutted into a Traven.  She sat in the dark corner.  She waited for a servant to approach her for a meal.

“What do you recommend?”

“The usual.”

Stelliaca agreed to the usual.  The servant jotted it down on her notepad.  In thirty minutes, the servant brought three plates.  One with a slice of chocolate pie.  The second one was a salad.  The third medium sized plate was mashed potatoes with gravy and a slice of steak.

After hours the servant smoked out the back door.  Stelliaca approached her with caution.  She pleaded for some information about this kingdom.  The servant signaled for Stelliaca to follow her.  The streetlights lit up the pathway home.  She knew Stelliaca didn’t have a place to stay, so she offered to put her up for the night.

When the servant got to her apartment, she introduced herself as Sammatha.  She unlocked the door.  She placed the keys on a bookshelf next to the door.  She had two cats that welcomed her home.  They cuddled up next to Stelliaca.  She poured them some milk and cat food from a can.  The two cats were solid black colors.  Their yellow eyes ignited a meditation trance for Stelliaca.

“What was this?”

The ground appeared to be a mirrored sky with clouds.  Sammatha wasn’t just an ordinary woman.  She was an apprentice of spells.  She demanded for Stelliaca to open her mind.  Then Stelliaca suddenly stood in front of eight wall sized mirrors.  Sammatha wore a red hooded cloak.  It covered her true self.

Stelliaca went to one mirror for the test.  The dust from the glass evaporated for her to enter.  The sparkled glass that shattered displayed two little girls playing around a stream.  One of the girls wore a solid white dress while the other one wore a black dress.  Then acknowledged Stelliaca.

“What are you doing here?”

The little girl in the white dress gripped the hand of the other one.  She ordered that they were the opposite of Stelliaca.  There the little girl in black dropped the grip.  She started getting fussy with the action of play.  The sky transformed from blue to dark with clouds.  The lightning started striking the pretty trees.  Fire was her happiness.  Stelliaca knelt beside the little girl in black.

“What seemed to be the problem?”

The white dressed little girl started aging fast from the torture of her opposite.  Stelliaca started absorbing both girls’ powers.  Suddenly both girls were dissolving into a pile of dust.  There was a doorframe within the trunk of the tree.  She stood in front of it.  Then she strolled through the arch of it.

The facial marks of the little girl in black started disappearing from the start.  Stelliaca saw a breakthrough of pieces cracking.  The little girl pointed upwards with a single finger.  There Stelliaca was frozen from that hand gesture.  Suddenly an opening from the sky.  In the prison cell Stelliaca collapsed into the fetal position.  Guards didn’t get involved with the commotion.

When she woken up Stelliaca was in a prism of a gemstone.  There were a table and two chairs, one across from another.  She obviously had to sit in one of the chairs.  She waited for something to happen, but it never happened.  Then in front of her a doorway appeared.  It led to a wheat field.

She slowly glared out the door.  To her suspicious there was a child all alone grabbing her knees as it was crouched.  It gathered her own curiosity to help the innocent child.  Then there was an unknown voice in the room.

“Go help the child.”  It spoke those words.  Stelliaca didn’t wait too long.  She eased through the doorway.

Behind her the door dissolved into thin air.  She heard crying nearby.  There she stayed quiet and moved quietly through the field.  She could see through the waist deep wheat a pinch of white.  She approached this innocent child all white.  Her blonde hair reminded Stelliaca of something.  She couldn’t place her finger on the object.

The child didn’t speak cause of trauma experience.  She spelled out the word.  Stelliaca followed the child to a ran down farmhouse.  There were broken windows.  When she approached the front door on the porch.  She placed her right palm against the screen door.  It transversed the area.

“It was a magical gateway.”

She heard an enchantress voice from behind her.  “Grandmaster Sorceress Heilo in your presence.”  She wore a purity white dress with long blond hair.  “I’ve been waiting for you, pupil.”  She gestured with a single nod for Stelliaca to not be afraid of approaching her.  She summoned for Stelliaca to appear next to her.  In the blink of an eye, she was standing next to Heilo.

Grandmaster Sorceress Heilo substituted Stelliaca into a pip little tike of a child.  She ordered for Stelliaca to gain her lessons as she aged into back her normal sized self.  There Heilo cast a smoke bomb for her own disappearance.  Then Stelliaca noticed her thinking process was even the size of a child.

She was escorted to her childlike room.  There were messy toys everywhere, crayons all over the floor.  An authorized old man gave some single advice to the little child Stelliaca.  “Learn to pick up your mess.”

“Learn to pick up your mess.”  She repeated those words as if it was a hint or a riddle of some kind.

So Stelliaca closed her eyes for a long period of time.  She just sat there and listened to something out of the ordinary.  There was a glisten of a breeze.  She heard peddle paddle feet of such.  Without noticing her arms were raised and were moving in a dance motion.  The room was suddenly cleaned from the loose debris on the floor.  She opened her eyes from the long period of timelessness.

“Learn to pick up your mess.”  She repeated those words for the last time.

Stelliaca went searching for that old man to thank him for his advice.  She started opening door after door.  There was a catch that she began noticing.  Then it hit her in the stomach.  It was repetitively pointless for her.

The mysterious old man was around the stable helping hands.  He was raking up loose hay from the ground.  She waited until he was almost done with his job.  Before he was done Stelliaca interrupted him by reaching out friendly by asking his name.

“Warrick was my name.” 

He seemed very suspicious from any leader that Stelliaca had met.  She wanted to know more about this suspiciousness man.  He mentioned to her about the steps of meditation were allowing that person to let go.  She simply asked if her meeting with Heilo was ever going to happen.  He handed her a rake to demonstrate letting emotions go.

“Are you serious that you want me to do a real chore?” 

The loose hay would multiply to a larger mess with each stroke of the rake.  Warrick wouldn’t say a word to Stelliaca.  She would notice how he looked like full concentration on the duty.  Her mindset wasn’t fully on concentration of this job.  Her mind was running wild about how she was learning magical tricks and fighting formation.  Then without thinking she noticed her stratosphere self was out of her physical body.  She caught the glimpse of the truth of Warrick.  She saw two horns on the outside of his temples.  She didn’t allow herself to see the truth of this mysterious man.

He wouldn’t teach the young woman.  She didn’t know the reason behind this lesson.  Then in her stratosphere her eyes caught the glowing of loose hay.  It was enchanting somehow, but she didn’t give off the difference.  She controlled the movement of her raking.  There she reappeared in her physical body.  She halted from raking and performed a dance motion with her hands.  It gathered all the loose hay, and it tied them in a haybale.

Warrick congratulated the young woman from figuring out the lesson.  He ordered her to rest and drink some tea from the long workout.  She stayed with her composure for now.  She resisted his entry into her mind.  She could feel a slight opening in his mind, or it was her powers growing powerful.  She didn’t show her true power just yet.

She stood on the upper balcony and glared down at this Warrick or was it, Warlock.  Only she can determine if it or if he was what he was.  She attempted to sniff the air for another trial.  The air smelled uninterrupted with the distance magical smell.  Stelliaca strolled off the balcony into her room for the night.

The floating castle shifted from position to position.  It covered itself with several layers of clouds.  At the top of the castle tower was Warrick.  He revealed his true self.  His horns grew with a slight curve.  He hollered with a staff in his right hand.  Lightning struck the ground below.  It was full of destructive of the village in the Norrician Kingdom.

The very bottom of the center of the castle opened a funnel hole.  The massive destructive twister tore the ground into shreds.  All what was left was a line of grounded soil.  Stelliaca could feel the tormented twister from her room.  She kicked open the balcony windows and jumped to the ledge.  She quickly mutated into a large crow.  She needed to check the ground for her own satisfaction.

To her eyes it was amazement to see just how powerful this floating castle was.  She didn’t land on the ground.  She needed some motivation to be who she wanted to become.  She soared straight up from the covering clouds.  She saw the orb at the top of the castle dome.  She mutated back into human form.  She closed the balcony doors and covered them with thick curtains.

She ignited a pentagonal of candles.  She sat in the middle and attempted the final test.  It was connected to the spiritual world of Warlock.  She needed to stop him in his hunger for power.  He would destroy all the Norrician Kingdom.  Stelliaca started her breathing technique for the connection.

The candles flickered for a moment than in a few seconds.  The candles fused with five flames.  Then Stelliaca blacked out in the middle of the pentagonal symbol.  Her area was pitch black.  Up above there was a speck of light.  She attempted to swim with force.  Her air was almost up.  She fully forced each stroke until her forehead was above the spiritual water.  She began treading until her thoughts were almost together.

Then instantly stone green marble flooring appeared for leaping on one another.  The sky had flying tormented souls.  She had no idea what this place was.  She saw three indigo maidens braiding some wool with a spinner.  She kept on moving until she came upon steps in midair.  At the top of the stairs were double doors.

The double doors were two arches at the top.  Stelliaca sensed something enormous behind those doors.  Something breathing fire and hammering for an escape from those doors.  She backed away from them.  The two doors changed into fiery red and let go of steam.  She knew soon those doors were going to burst open.

The large double enchantment doors cracked as the fire breathing demon pounded on the doors.  It shouted that her stench, both magical and spiritual, was releasing an awful smell.  Its red eyes could see the released spiritual connection.

It ramped its shoulder against the double doors.  Then it used its massive claws attempting to tear down the double doors.  The bending of the steel doors started crumbling at the doors.  Stelliaca gripped her long sword weaponized for either dying or living.  This realm of spirit was the gateway for a living person with specialized skills.

Its snout was long and massive.  It breathed fire between its razor-sharp teeth.  It was able to get one massive arm through the bent steel.  The claws screeched the steel doors.  The scent of Stelliaca was releasing an aroma of a pure breed of an almighty power.  From a distance she walked away from the double steel doors.

“I’ve got your scent!”

She saw a deepen wide ravine with no way to cross it.  She believed in her composure of magical abilities.  So Stelliaca walked back from the ledge.  She dashed and kept saying, “I can do this.”  She started creating her own enchanting steps of archway.  She didn’t look down at the bottom of rocks.

When she finally made it to the other side she jumped for joy.  Then dual enchantment regular sized doors transformed to pitch black.  Out came Warlock, his identity.  “You are very powerful sorceress.”  He banged his scepter on the ground.  He dissolved both.  They were reappearing in his crystal ballroom.

He sat in a royal cushion chair across from him was another.  There he gestured for Sorceress Stelliaca to sit and observed from his crystal.  She respected him so she sat without saying a word.  “Go to the West Wing Castle.  It floats above the Island of Hydao.”  He displayed the mighty magnificent castle.

“How or why did you put me through all of that?”

He didn’t answer a word.  She rose from her chair and was escorted out into the royal garden.  A mystical chariot waited for her.  The guards didn’t say a word.  She stepped up onto the chariot and there it flew away from the waiting point.  It made the horizon beautiful from her aspect of view.

Down on the sandy beach the chariot disappeared when it hit the ground.  Stelliaca was on the white sand beach of Hydao.  She gathered some dry rocks and formed a fire pit to cook her dinner and to fear wild animals.  She fished for a few fish.  She managed to catch four.  She unrolled her bedding for the night.

From the farther west there was lightning.  It woke Stelliaca.  She started going into the jungle for her safety.  She saw a rustic dirty temple.  The top of the metallic dual doors was an opening.  She climbed before the rain started.  She unraveled her sleeping bag and formed a little fire in the firepit.  There were painted murals all around her.

The bell-shaped temple ignited into a fiery red staggering design all around Stelliaca.  Suddenly stairs appeared in a spiral formation.  She rolled up her sleeping bag.  Then she snapped her fingers and it was gone.  She visualized some eggs and sausage cooking over an open fire.  She smacked her lips from the goodness of her food in her belly.

Then she twinkled her nose and the plate, fork and knife were gone.  She held her palm out in front of her chest and lit a little flame for light.  She eased down the spiral staircase.  She could overhear some heavy laughter up ahead.  It was like the staircase was the pathway opening of an enchantress of the West Wing Castle.  She slipped down the slide that forced her into a lagoon of purified water.

The reaction of the purifications of the water changed the solidifications of Stelliaca.  She couldn’t reach the surface.  Something was dragging her down, but she couldn’t make it out.  She fought for her life.  Still, something invisible waited for the sorceress couldn’t breathe another breathe.

She hurled her body into a levitation mode above the purification water.  She zapped it with a bolt of lightning.  It shocked the whole lake of water until it got to the bottom.  The rocks erupted into magma.  She circularized her appearance with bolts of electricity surrounding her entire body.  It was protecting her as she entered the magma lava.

Through the entrance of the magma lava gave Stelliaca access to entering the West Wing Castle.  She saw it from a bird’s eye view.  There were four lava falls on both sides of the magnificent West Wing Castle.  She saw eight guard towers with five guards looking out of each window.  The smell of burnt ash died her force shield of electricity.  She was being sucked to the royal garden.

A golden magical lasso whipped around the waist of Stelliaca from the higher heavenly sky.  She didn’t resist it because deep down this was supposed to happen.  She prepared for a meeting with the first ancient one of the thirteen realms.  This person would wait to reveal herself to the youngling of a Grandmaster Sorceress.

It stayed being a silhouette of the overseer in the West Wing Castle.  It slammed by the shoulders of Stelliaca down to her knees.  She couldn’t move now.  She was frozen to the marble slab of stone.  “Let’s see if you can figure out this spell.”  It vanquished itself into a puzzle cloud.  Then it evaporated into a cloudy misty day.

She could still feel an unknown presence hanging around the area.  “Stellica should be your holy name.” 

That name echoed from different corners of the marble podium.  “Stellica, what does that name define.”  She wondered about the finalized name of her spiritual body.  Suddenly her stratosphere was released without her doing.  She saw the ghostly spectrum.

“Who were you?”  

She hollered at it.  Then it kept running away down between the five arches of pillars.  She stood off the podium of marble.  She gripped her fists.  Then her physical body stood there.

“Now that was a surge of power.”