It’s time for part 4 of Raising Diana! What did you think of the twist in part 3? Love it, hate it? I would love to know your thoughts. as always I’m not done with twists and shocks and hopefully, you can join me until the end of this series! As always you can check out Raising Diana, Betrayal and Who Do You Trust When Everyone is Out For Themselves?
Raising Diana: The Journey for the Wand.
Fiercely Loyal, Diana Will Protect Her Kind And Those She Loves To The End Of The Earth. But Is It Enough? And Can She Save Everything She Holds Dear From Those Trying To Destroy Her World Before It Is Too Late? It’s Time To Go To War But Exactly Who Is Diana Fighting And Can She Trust Those Who Say They Are There To Help Her?
6 months later…….
“How dare you”
The voice bellowed to Diana from the darkness.
Just the sound made Diana’s toes curl as her whole body physically cringed. The deep, husky tones laced with spite and hurled with malice stopped her in her tracks. She was running, where to she had no idea, but that voice followed her with every step, every length as she stretched her legs to the max. It was there with each breath she inhaled as she tried to fill her now heavy lungs and with each heartbeat as her heart literally was beating for her life.
“Come back here right now, you traitor”
She knew those words, that voice, but she just couldn’t make out from where. Diana stopped just before she made contact with what looked like a tree mere inches from her face. Catching her breath, she crouched down, hoping the darkness of the tree’s trunk would shield her from those seeking her out. The words hit her hard. Square in the chest like a dagger hitting its mark with precision. She was sure that voice, those words, they were intended for her and her alone. But before fear could take hold she was off, running, for her life, their lives, to reach her target.
She wouldn’t be thrown off course. Determination gritted her teeth as she followed through on her quest. Daniel and her mother were waiting for her. They had travelled to Darmenia ahead of her. The witches cloaking them in a disfiguration spell so the powers that be couldn’t trace them.
It had been a hard 6 months leading to this. Diana’s dreams had been fraught with illusions and sleep takers as they battled her ability to rest to hamper her in the one place the could. The only place the witches couldn’t protect her. She had expected them and was ready but had underestimated the level of brutality they would bring as they carried out their orders to those in charge. Every second of every day was spent training, fighting for her life, quite literally as the reality of the world, she born into came crashing down on her.
Connor, he was the catalyst. The instigator if you please. But Diana knew deep down it was always going to happen. Oppression brings this out of people, she just never expected it now, so soon.
The voice called to her again, this time softer, pulling her from her thoughts. “Oh, Diana” it whispered now. “Come back to me my sweet girl don’t you want to play”
Diana froze rooted to the spot. It couldn’t be, could it? Could it? Was it? Diana could taste the fear as it rose through her body. “Oh please no, no, no” she cried inwardly. “It can’t be”
Her mother had told her her father died a noble death for their people mere months after she was born. No one spoke about him because the pain was too raw, even now all these years later. Her hand gripped the wand she had just stolen from the dream takers. The power it contained was vital to helping defeat those in power and returning their world back to how it should be.
For many, many, years now, the dream takers had shrouded it in their own magic and taken it with them as they travelled from one dream world to the next, never keeping it in one place for too long, never letting anyone see it. It had been a tough journey, tracking them, for what seemed like an eternity in her sleep. Letting them think they were fighting her, draining her energy, when all along it was her playing them at their own game. Her body was broken but her mind had never been more determined as she drew on her powers to break through.
And it had worked. Diana traced her fingers around the base of the wand. She dipped into the grooves, where past spells had left their mark and slices across the wood where it had tried to be broken yet the marks not quite reached its power core. This wand once belonged to Anadon the Great. The one-time ruler of peace across all magical worlds. He had known, of course, foreseen his fate and entrusted all of his magic to this wand. Unable to be penetrated by force natural or unnatural. Human or magical until the chosen one had it in their possession. The wand was the only thing magical on this earth and their worlds powerful enough to try and overthrow those now reigning in Anadon’s place.
So they hid it. For many, many years until the wand became a myth, the treasure at the end of the rainbow, but Diana never gave up hope. Night after night, she searched, she followed, she fought and right now, at this moment she wouldn’t let him bring her down.
Her father, her mind spat the words.
He was no hero. He was the enemy, no wonder he was never mentioned. And to call her a traitor? Ha, she laughed how very dare her. If anyone was a traitor it was him!
Diana regained her senses and used her powers to search out the way forward, the way out of the dream takers world and back to her world so she could reunite with Daniel and her mother. She and her mother needed a serious chat after all this, but right now, Diana had a world to save.