A Troubled Romance : An Aldaria Journal

By Damien Knight

Anika woke in the morning to make a pot of coffee. She slammed the pot into the coffee maker. Her brow furrowed, things between her and Koraki had become strained. She sighed. She loved Koraki but she couldn’t take the pressure anymore. She turned on the radio and a Lady Gaga song just cut off and the radio announcer spoke. He gave the daily traffic report. His voice drowned out her own thoughts.

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No Mercy: An Aldaria Journal

By Damien Knight

I remember the day I died. We were told that we were fighting for our freedom. My kind slain and our fins removed, experimented on. We were an aquatic race, our fins were our life and we were told he was to blame.

The ocean bay was my home. My city was just under the waves. A commanding officer ordered us to attack. Defend our territory. A fatal mistake. Arajuan was the one I attacked. Before I could spear him his hands were upon my throat. He laughed, a dreadful cackle I will never forget.

I was dead. Those scarlet eyes would not give the merfolk mercy, I was certain. And before I could even contemplate my fate, I was consumed, turned to ash and sucked in to a dark swirling sea. I waited in the depths of his soul lost.

I am Asuana the mermaid lost in the darkness.

Preparing For The Party: An Aldaria Journal

By Damien Knight

Anika stood in the doorway a drink in her right hand. She leaned her left arm against the frame and licked white wine off her lush red lips. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but this was a joyous occasion. The King’s son had just come home from battle, the crown prince, it was a long year.

Anika sighed, court life bored her to tears. She sipped again and watched Koraki prepare himself. His deep voice broke the silence as he gazed in the mirror.

“Milady come help me get this armor on” he said.

He pointed to the royal armor. It was Greek style armor with silver chest plate and a blue leather war kilt. Blue and Silver were the national colours of Aldaria. She heaved and stepped forward.

“Can’t you magic it on milord?” she groaned.

“I could but then I wouldn’t have you helping me would I. Don’t ask just do.” he commanded.

Anika understood now, this was a way to be in touch with him. He could do it himself, but he wanted her to do it. She felt content. Anika placed her glass of wine down on the side table. She walked over to the armour on the bed and picked it up. Koraki grinned, his black teeth like jagged jaws of a shark. His sinister smile pleased Anika. She adjusted his war kilt, her hands slid along the leather and as she did her mind slid along memories.

Anika thought on how she met him the first time. How he knew who she was, and she knew in her heart who he was. The fear could be felt in her heart and the pain in her legs as if it was yesterday. The dragon princess, strong and mouthy, brought to her knees by his blade. She could feel the blood down the back of her legs the pain of the spear in her stomach. Was the war really over now?

“Anika?” he whispered.

She snapped out of her trance.

“Anika, my helmet.”

“Yes sir,” she replied.

She reached to comb out his hair first. He swatted it away with a scowl.

“My helmet” he repeated.

She placed it on him. He looked strong, commanding, like a king.

“Arajuan?” she whispered “what is my role tonight.”

He laughed, “You are my queen. Go get properly dressed and my dear.”

She gazed at him. What did he mean properly?

“Oh and no more wine for you tonight.” He laughed.

With that he took her wine and drank it down.

Koraki’s Wedding Day: An Aldaria Journal

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I was biting my nails truth be told. Today was my wedding day. It was afternoon and I was in the palace dealing with a talking lion when a woman screamed.

“Kill the snakes, just kill them.” She shrieked.

I agreed with the woman and went to kill the snakes. You see that is one of my biggest fears, snakes. You’d be scared too if snakes on earth had the jaws of an alligator. Well, I went to kill what looked like a common boa which was not the type of snake I expected. As I drew my sword, a lioness named Palmer stopped me.

“Koraki, I am ashamed of you killing an animal out of fear. If you don’t want the snake in the palace just tell it to leave. We animals have families too.” Palmer growled.

Just when I thought the palace could not feel more like a zoo a tiger sauntered in. He spoke to the snakes and told them to leave. Meanwhile Palmer berated me more.

“Me and the tiger are just as deadly as those constrictors and cobras yet you do not fear nor banish us from your sight. You do not try to kill us,” Palmer growled.

“I get it Palmer but tell that to the women of my court. I am king I must protect them and if they fear the snakes, if Sal and Susan do not feel protected, then how can they work.”

Palmer growled with discontent at my response. She stalked off while the tiger nudged me. His voice was gruff, and I realized this was a male tiger. I am unsure now why that is important to note.

“Speaking of women of the court, Go, Anika, sent you a letter.”

“A letter? Why she,” I responded.

I opened the letter and began reading aloud.

“Dearest Koraki,

We have been planning this wedding for a while now and the gardens are beautifully decorated. My mother and my adopted mother both wish to attend. I hope this causes no issues as I know that some in the kingdom are troubled that you have chosen to marry me. We had not foreseen this problem as we have been lovers and assumed the people were both aware and accepting.

I have terrible news on that matter, your people still fear dragons and elves. You are binding your interests with both through our marriage and your kingdoms interests. I am for this as I have begged to marry many a time only to have your stern rejection to my hearts dismay. I now wonder if you still wish to pull forward with the plan. The Dragon Council and the Palace of Lenagard await your response.

With all my love,

Anika Sora Tsuki (BlackHeart)”

I felt my heart sink, today was the day we were to wed but my love was not even here. Fear must have kept her procession in Lenagard. Her men Tsuke and Tuk were with her. And the guards I had reminded me of a video game the earthlings are fond of. That thought made me laugh then I realized that game advocated killing dragons and the main race in it hated elves. Had the ideas of Gaia slipped back into our world?

“What the hell” a deep growl inside my head rose as I heard Arajuan’s voice “Get a message back to her dumb ass”

“Sal midear.”

I called out for one of Anika’s hand maidens. The blond girl ran over her eyes sparkled.

“Yes Master?”

“Go to Anika and her men and tell them the wedding is still on if she wishes.”

Sal nodded and ran off. Now to wait. Damn, I thought as I walked to the balcony overseeing the entrance, I hate the waiting. As I watched to my amazement Anika, who was being led by the escort of the elderly Queen Esmir, was just in the distance. Just then two of my guards without orders attempted to attack her. I vanished and reappeared in Anika’s shadow a technique known as Shadow Running.

“Your guards were swift in eliminating them,” I said looking at the dead men.

“Yes milord, we trust you had nothing to do with it of course,” Queen Esmir sneered.

She was right to be leery of me for many years her kind were an enemy of Arajuan.

“Mother, Arajuan was not responsible for this.”

Anika turned her head to address me.

“And you are not supposed to lay eyes on me till we are at the altar as is your peoples custom.”

“I know, I know, but your safety over rides tradition. As king of this land it is my personal duty to escort you and your people to the gardens safely and I will.”

“Some will challenge your claim to the throne once more because of this wedding, how will you answer them?” Anika responded.

“Is it better that you and I have children and remain unwed? Ah but that is not an adequate one is it. I bear the scars of fighting for this kingdom scars my father gave me. My father was Gori I his eldest son, That makes me rightful heir and in due accordance of the law I am to marry a princess of my choice. Now normally my father would have chosen, but he is dead so what can I say.”

“He would never have picked me.” Anika responded.

“And I would never had married either, but hypotheticals don’t matter my love,” I responded.

The palace doors opened and I lead them to the Garden. The palace was filled with the scent of fresh picked blossoms. Red carpets laid in all the halls.
“What sort of scars do you bear in fighting for Aldaria?” Esmir asked, “Do you bear the marks that will return children to their mourning mothers? Children killed by you and your men.”

“He bears those marks mother. I have seen them if you recall. He bears enough scars a map can be made of the lines.” Anika retorted.

The other women blushed at her remark and I smiled at Anika. So willing to defend the man who was to be her husband. I picked a good bride.

“I must get ready. Sal, and Susan seat our guests with the others and let the wedding begin.”

I left them with the hand maidens and hurried off to change to my royal dress armor. It would not be long before she would walk down the aisle. I returned to the gardens and stood where the Mage of Aphrodite was waiting. I looked down the aisle and saw Mika leading her. Anika was stunning, the dress was of such beauty no mortal words could describe it. I took her arm into my own and lead her the rest of the way. As the priest asked the vows and tied our wrists, I kissed my bride. For a moment I wished we hadn’t waited so long, that I hadn’t refused her so many times before. While it hadn’t seemed important it did now, she was happy, and that made the difference.

“Anika, I will love you for eternity.” I whispered.

I swept her from her feet and looked out at those who attended. I addressed them. So many had come out the gardens were full of friends and family. I could see Palmer no longer a lioness but a woman with light sandy hair. I was grateful to all them.

“Thank you, my guests, for attending. We are glad to start this new journey with all of you and now we shall share a feast.”

Yes, it was a good wedding.

Dreams of Anika: An old Blog post Revised

Written By Damien Knight

(This blog post was written and poste previously on an old blog 5 years ago.)

I dream of a place where I am dead. Not truly dead but appearing undead. There like here I suffer a chronic ailment except this ailment there is death itself. It is rot. I have a healer who tends me. She is m’lady, my queen, I call her Anika, princess of the elves, she is queen. I serve her no matter her title I may be her king but I was her warrior, her knight first. She is my healer; she knows my past.

In this dream world, I don’t even remember a lot of my past. She does. There I am two beings merged into one body. I, Arajuan, the elder being do not remember the events that sealed me into my soul crystal nor do I know the events that caused the merging of the crystal to Koraki’s body. (at the time of writing this, 5 years ago this was true.) The Death-Knight became my carrier and he and I act as one in almost all things.

M’lady does not appear in dreams anymore but one of the last ones she was in she revealed a hidden truth. I thought I was seeing through the eyes of a daemon, a creature part mortal part godlike helper created to assist the mortal beings of Aldaria. This being had forgotten who he was or why he was locked away.

That night as I dreamt I encountered a black dragon who challenged me saying

“Face me white darkness.”

I was confused, he used the ancient dragon tongue instead of modern draconic. I could understand it. Anika touched me and I changed. I was this massive creature, a dragon, an Asian Lung with white feather like hair all over, clawed hands bird like. I felt this rage the black dragon was saying something to her. I wasn’t sure what he was saying. I felt he was a threat to her and while she was still in her elf form I violently threw her from me and out of the way. I opened my mouth and the consume magic is used as a hand spell in other forms was my breath weapon. I had stolen his soul.

I asked Anika why I was a dragon; how it was possible. Her answer was that she had read an ancient history in her library stating that the divines took DNA from many beings that had come about including the first great dragon, the first Eternal Lung. They formed the being in a lab and placed him in an egg sac. He had no name and when he was born he emerged from his sac fully formed. Not a dragon but a demon like being, but the creature carried a full dragon type DNA, modified, yes but dragon. So the creature was a genetically engineered dragon, and she assumed this dragon was Arajuan. Seems she was right.

(further dreams have since revealed that her reading wasn’t entirely without propaganda. After the dark Eternal’s death, he was stigmatized as a monster. This blog post is to reveal where I have pulled my stories and characters from for the Aldaria series as it is in old dream journal I wrote.)

That came to my thoughts. Who am I, what was my purpose? Why would they create me from the Eternal? Was I the Yang to his Yin? The Dark to his Light, Evil to his Good? What was the purpose? I thought of that last night I mean the purpose of “Arajuan” why can’t they be one solid person? What is the need for the dark side of him? Why does she love the dark side so much, so cold foreboding, mysterious and unfeeling except for anger?

Eventually I will learn who he is, and perhaps who I am. Her hand is the healing hand, her words command me and I am her knight. I will rest my head in her arms. I will not fear for she is my strength. She is the queen of my heart. And I will dream again.

Tydeus : An Aldaria Journal

By Damien Knight

I have tried so hard to live up to you. I really did. The pressures of being crown prince, it isn’t easy. My start in life was difficult enough. My mother is gone, dead I was told, and you abandoned me. I had thought for a long time you and mother didn’t want me at all.

I tried so hard to be like the Ghata who raised me. These cat warriors were strong and swift, but I was not a Ghata. I was your son. How could you leave me? I spent every moment waiting. I prayed you would come.

Then the day came. A Ghata warrior told me a man broke into the city taking down every warrior in his path. That day I learned the truth. You never meant to lose me. You searched every day for me, your eldest living son. I am Tydeus “Tachy” Kanosis. And I will live up to your name. No, I will surpass you, father, on my honour.

I am Aldra: An Aldaria Journal

By Damien Knight

I was the proud eldest daughter of a warlord king, a godlike man of great honour. My father’s dying wish was that I marry and join our territory with our ally. He pleaded that I marry the ruler of neighbouring kingdom’s son to join our lands. My country became my dowry, and I married the fool of a man. I won’t say I didn’t grow to love him but his bravado made him fool.

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Lady Aldra’s Love – An Aldaria Journal

By Damien Knight

I watched him die before me. Not a physical death but a spiritual one. My hand maiden, Mika Tsuki stole my beloved Kyrazosanz’s heart. But Iova tried to steal his soul. I was terrified. He’d killed thousands. It wasn’t that he meant, no the magic he swallowed to protect our world was bursting from him. His beautiful silver feathers ruffled with every blast.

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An Aldaria Journal : Diana Rose

Our society was a matriarchal society on the planet Erimos. It was a wind-swept desert planet with scattered oasis’. The planet was not as vibrant as our neighbor Lysandor but we the highest sentient life forms had survived there for a few million years. We even evolved to create technology to travel the stars.

My mother, the queen of Erimos, was a twisted-tongued woman. She was ambitious. She betrayed our allies on Lysandor and attempted an assassination of a young prince. She used my fellow “sisters” as bait with an illusion that made them look like elven women. This incurred the wrath of their queen and her noble husband who used their own spaceships to infiltrate our planet and near wipe out our ecosystem. They rained devastation while mother fled with her soldiers to Lysandor for sanctuary.

We had fled to an over pass and an argument ensued between mother and I. Her “dragon” warriors decided I was a liability and my mother ordered me tossed off the bridge. I was about to be hurled into the canyon when the young and powerful queen of Aldaria came with intent to rescue me. They pushed her into the ropes and told she had no escape when she replied.

“You underestimate a dragon. This will be your last mistake.”

I can still hear my mother telling the woman she looked too young to be a dragon warrior. I still picture the shock on mother as the woman dived to catch me. My savior rising from canyon before my fellow Erpitoni. I was riding on the back of the largest of lizards with wings. It was a sight like they had never seen before, a true dragon.

“This is a dragon.” She declared

From her maw sprayed a fiery acid. My people were annihilated, melted in her glory. My mother laid dead, the dragon crushed her in its claws. Only a small population of Erpitoni survived on Erimos. Even a smaller few live now as I do on Lysandor. I am Princess Roza Diamanti but those who know me call me Diana Rose.