by Libbylawrence
While Arion, Lord of Atlantis, and Claw the Unconquered made plans, they little suspected that, within their royal palace compound, there lurked one with direct ties to their foes.
Thiron the Dragon-Rider hissed like a serpent as he made vows to conquer Atlantis for the Shadow-Gods. Whispering to his dragon, he made plans of his own that would soon result in a open attack on the city of Mu.
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However, a more personal peril was occurring at that moment in the sick ward of the palace, where the elderly nurse Aga was sitting by Wyynde’s bedside, concern etched upon her features. “The magic does nothing but sustain him,” she sighed. “I hate to see such a big, strong man reduced to this!”
A golden glow filled the room, and a beautiful woman with soft features, long blonde hair, and a revealing two piece outfit of white that left her stomach and much of her back bare, materialized in the room. She kissed Wyynde gently, then smiled as the warrior sat up and blinked like one waking from a dream.
“What… has happened?” he said slowly. “I feel as if my mind is clear for the first time in months!”
She smiled again and touched him with one dainty hand. They vanished in another flash of light, leaving Aga to sigh again as if nothing had happened. From her magically altered point of view, nothing had happened.