The Devil's Warrior Queen-Chapter 271: The Shield

The ride through the skies brought a wave of nostalgia cascading down on Rama, but as strangely as she had felt, she couldn’t remember having done anything close to that sort or she probably had but couldn’t remember.

Finally, the ride ended and she mounted down for the winged horse with delirium, she bid the mystical animals goodbye as she went to meet Aurora who was watching her with a smile.

"That was exhilarating!" Rama exclaimed with awe.

"But it didn’t feel like my first time, it felt like..." She trailed off with a sigh.

She was disturbed about her loss of memories, it didn’t feel right, nothing did but she refrained from disclosing her inner emotions to the beautiful and kind-hearted stranger that had saved her life, she could do that much and not burden her with her inner conflicts.

As if The Silver-haired had read her mind, she rested her hand on her shoulder, giving her a light squeeze as she spoke "You can reveal your problems to me, I’m here to help."

Rama pressed her lips in a thin line, contemplating within herself on whether to share the strange feeling with her or not. She wondered if she could help her retrieve her memories, after all she was the queen witch.

"The memories, they feel so distant, almost unrecoverable but also close by." She paused, hesitantly darting her eyes around as Aurora listened attentively with her gaze fixed on her.

"I can almost sense it, it feels like something significant that I need to remember...or someone but the memories are all shriveled up, the moment I try to pick them up, they just drift through my grasp like sand, it’s frustrating." Rama groaned in utter frustration as she tried futilely to piece together the floating remnants of her lost memories.

"I wish I could remember." She muttered beneath her breath.

"Let it go, just live freely and let it come back naturally, the more you think about it, you’ll only stress yourself more." Aurora remarked.

"It’s impossible to let go when you can feel something out there, something you can’t even explain or understand yet you know it’s been a significant part of your life." Rama muttered as she stared into the skies, her jade eyes glistening with an unfathomable emotion.

"What does it feel like?" Aurora asked slowly, every word rolling out with caution.

"Like longing and aching, it feels bittersweet but most of all, like a...bond? I can’t explain it in words." Rama sighed drearily as age struggled to place the foreign feelings within in the right way.

"There must have been someone special in your life, someone significant. Tap on that longing and ache you feel, you never know what memory appears to you, whether flashing through your eyes in a second or through a dream, just hold onto whatever you get, but never force it to come to you. Everything takes time." Aurora said, but her silver eyes glinted with delight as she seemed more hopeful about the situation.

"You’re right, I should give it time." Rama muttered to herself as she glanced back at the beautiful, clear sky with not a single cloud in sight.

Her brows furrowed when she noticed the faint glimmer in the sky "Huh?"

"That is the magical shield that protects the castle from invasions." Aurora explained as she swiftly noticed the confusion in her face.

At first glance, the shield seemed imperceptible, an invisible cloak of protection veiling the entire castle. But upon closer inspection, Rama could discern a faint shimmer, like the ripples on a serene pond, emanating from an unseen source. The shield hummed with power, charged with the essence of ancient spells woven together by the Silver White Witch herself.

A lattice of delicate threads, woven from the purest strands of light cloaked the vicinity around the hill where the castle was nestled upon. They intersected flawlessly, forming an intricate lattice that spanned the circumference of the castle grounds. The threads shimmered with an ethereal glow, faintly outlining the contours of the shield’s boundaries.

Intruders who dared approach the castle faced an awe-inspiring sight. As they ventured nearer, the air around them would quiver with an otherworldly energy. It was as if an unseen force gently repelled them, a subtle warning to heed the castle’s boundaries.

As Rama’s mouth fell low while inspecting the almost invisible shield, a lone bird, its feathers as dark as the midnight sky, soared through the forest. Entranced by the castle’s magnificence, the bird dipped and weaved through the trees, ignorant of the protective shield enveloping the magical fortress. Wings outstretched, the bird propelled itself forward, only to collide with the unseen barrier.

Rama flinched immediately the bird collided against the shield, almost telling it to watch out but luckily, the bird wriggled and flew away.

The moment of impact was astonishing. The transparent shield, designed to repel any threat, pulsated with vibrant energy upon the bird’s collision. The threads of light that composed the shield quivered and danced, emitting a silvery iridescence that cascaded across the castle walls like liquid moonlight.

The pulsating waves of energy rippled outward, creating a mesmerizing display. The shield, once a seamless veil, now flickered and shimmered, its surface reflecting the iridescent glow in intricate patterns reminiscent of ancient runes.

The castle’s surroundings were bathed in a surreal brilliance. Trees seemed to sway in harmony with the shield’s pulses, their leaves aglow with an otherworldly luminescence. Creatures in the forest paused in their activities, mesmerized by the dazzling spectacle that unfolded before them.

The White Witch, alerted by the sudden disturbance, moved forward, standing at the edge of the hill as she overlooked the shield. Her silver hair cascaded around her like a waterfall, framing an expression of both curiosity and concern. With a wave of her slender hand, she channeled her magic into the shield, stabilizing its pulsations and restoring its ethereal tranquility.

As the silvery light gradually subsided, leaving behind a faint echo of its radiance. The White Witch gazed at the now serene shield, marveling at the unexpected display of its power. With a knowing smile, she murmured an incantation, reinforcing the shield’s strength while Rama glanced at her with eyes wide in astonishment at her glamorous sight as she reinforced the strength of the shield.

The castle stood once more in tranquil repose, its protective barrier restored, shielding its secrets from the outside world.

Rama was about to say something when a distant voice resonated around them.

"Aurora!"

Both their heads whipped to the blurry figure approaching them, clad in white robes that seemed to be spun from freshly fallen snow, a contrast to the landscape behind him.

But as he drew nearer, his features became perceptible to sight. At first, she reasoned it was an ordinary white witch, but as she drank in his features with observant eyes, he was a striking semblance to the Silver witch queen, though he wasn’t as striking as her.

He was a vision of enchantment, his presence commanding yet imbued with an aura of serene tranquility that belied his immense power.

With skin as pale as moonlight, he possessed an otherworldly beauty that captivated all who beheld him. His hair flowed like spun silk, a cascade of purest white with glistening silver highlights that shimmered like starlight dancing upon fresh snow. Strands of silvery hair framed his face, lending an air of ethereal elegance to his appearance.

His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of grey with a silver glint, held a depth that hinted at centuries of accumulated knowledge and unfathomable mysteries. They sparkled with an inner light, radiating both kindness and an underlying strength that spoke of his formidable magical prowess.

Arched grey eyebrows adorned his forehead, framing those enigmatic eyes, adding a touch of regal sophistication to his otherwise gentle countenance. His features were sculpted with precision, a testament to the elegance that defined his presence in the medieval world.

Adorning his face were lips of a soft, pale purple hue, reminiscent of twilight hues that whispered tales of magic and dusk. They curved into a serene smile, exuding warmth and kindness to all who crossed his path.

C loaked in robes spun from the finest ethereal fabric, the White Witch moved with effortless grace, his demeanor relaxed and approachable. His attire shimmered with iridescent threads, catching the light in a myriad of hues that mirrored the magic that flowed within him.

His aura, a manifestation of his inner being, emanated a palpable sense of calm and goodness, a soothing energy that wrapped around him like a protective embrace. Yet, within that gentle exterior lay an undercurrent of fierce determination, a strength honed by trials and tempered by wisdom.

Despite his formidable powers, the male White Witch’s demeanor remained humble and friendly. Finally closing the distance between them, he greeted the both of them with a gentle nod and a warm smile, radiating an aura of approachability that encouraged trust and camaraderie between them.

Flashing a subtle glance at Rama, his eyes glinted with amusement as he said "She’s awake."

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