Legacy of Dolyn: Volume 2

By Amelia Guillem

All her magical bets are off. Once again.

Set a year after the events of Volume 1.

A lost princess, a bounty, and an evil CEO.

What do they have in common?

Nothing until they do.

Coping with a recent loss, Glen isn't sure what to do next. That is until officials chase her. The pursuit has led her to a foreign country where she has to deal with the realities of living plus remain hidden.

Sadly, Glen doesn't have a choice. She must cope while returning a princess home and investigate a company scandal. Not to mention, she needs to take the potential invasion by the ultimate Big Bad into account. The fate of everyone's lives is in her hands!

All this may seem too much for our intrepid sorceress. But with the help of a handsome swordsman and friends, Glen will face any challenge that stands in her way. And hopefully be free from her burden.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amelia Guillem
• Release date: Jan 6, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463669877

Amelia Guillem

Amelia Guillem is a New York based writer passionate about stories where heroines can make a difference in the world. When she's not slinging words, you might find her slinging spells in video games. The mature, YA urban fantasy Dolyn series is now available everywhere.

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Legacy of Dolyn

Volume 2

Amelia Guillem

Copyright 2019

Smashwords Edition

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Table of Contents

Prelude - The Lost

March - Month One

April - Month Two

May - Month Three

June - Month Four

July - Month Five

August - Month Six

September - Month Seven

October - Month Eight

November - Month Nine

December - Final Month

January - Special Month

February - Epilogue

Afterword

About the author

Prelude - The Lost

Setting: on a highway during a rainstorm

20 years ago. Nighttime.

A sedan rushed at a furious pace.

"They're catching up to us!!" a woman cried.

She was holding an infant in her arms.

A shot from a bullet shattered the back window.

"Mom, dad! I'm scared!!" a boy cried.

He was sitting in the back seat of the car.

— BOOM! —

The explosion of a bomb shattered a tire.

The man steered off the highway.

Unfortunately, the sedan rolled down the hill.

And it crashed straight into a tree.

Sparks of fire started to ignite.

— WOOSH! —

"No! My baby!!"

The woman realized the infant wasn't in her arms.

She nudged him to wake, but he was already dead.

Noticing the fire, she mustered to save the boy.

But the boy's arm was stuck. She had to cut it off.

They fled by a sheer miracle as the car exploded.

"Lucia! Lucia!! Where are you?!"

The woman tried to look but fell soon after.

Her face and body charred beyond recognition.

The fate of the newborn remains unknown.

March - Month One

Date: March 1; Time: Afternoon, Full Moon

Tell me. What I did wrong? That is the question I’ve been asking since Gwen died. I still can’t remember what happened, no matter how hard I try. When I try to, my mind shuts down. A total blur, as if the events from two months ago never occurred in the first place.

But they did happen! I was kidnapped by those cultists. They imprisoned me, held me hostage for a whole month. My friends risked their lives facing them head-on. Those crooks then forever vanished, all of them killed in a massive explosion.

Now I’m back again, all alone, lying on the bed of my bedroom since this morning. Sure, I ate my breakfast and did some house chores. But I didn’t have a desire for anything else.

The silence is too painful to bear.

I remember lying on my bed a year ago. I cried my eyes out, and I’m still crying today. But this time, I can’t close my eyes and forget.

The void in my heart is real.

I'm holding my custom Gwen doll. See, Gwen was a talking stuffed cat. We met a year ago, and things were tough between us. But we shared a tight bond, always cared for me. She was a human sorceress long ago and ended up with psychic powers after death.

The keyword sorceress should resonate because that’s what I am. Glendolyn Villem at your service. But people call me Glen, and I’m a girl. Glen is a guy’s name.

Well, I do have a tomboyish figure with a bobby gold haircut, so it can’t be helped for some people to think I’m a guy.

It’s been forever since I cast a spell of any kind. I better get back to training. I don’t want to be caught unprepared when something big happens.

But how? All my friends are busy. Agnes, a college professor, is teaching. Aster, a humanoid chimera, is writing. And Maury, my roommate mechanic, is out in Izberia attending his grandfather’s funeral.

Oh well, I’ll find a way.

I grab my smartphone to look at some news. Since the incident in Strasmore, news articles keep talking about it nonstop. They go into details of the destruction, the cults, but fail to pinpoint the cause. Is anyone going to believe that I was the cause? That Nyx took over me and caused the whole mess?

Because of Gwen’s actions in the Middle Ages, I ended up becoming a reincarnate of the goddess Nyx. Talk about a stretch! Nyx is the Goddess of the Night. Her twin brother, Erebus, is chained in the Underworld. Because of her awakening, the god revived, and he may strike at any time. Should he do, the world would end.

Shit! If I weren’t such a noob, I would be prepared. Still, I’m gonna be ready. With Gwen’s Book of Spells, I’ll learn powerful spells to take down enemies in one shot. Yeah!

As I scroll down the news, I click on a headline. The article mentions the incident in October and makes comparisons with Strasmore. My hands are shaking, and my heart is pounding. While both events differ, they make one common connection: me.

No way! There’s even an old picture of me.

But how...?

Are those sirens I hear? They’re quite loud.

.......................

I don’t like the sound of this.

Something is about to break in. I have to leave now.

The first thing I did is to leap out of bed. I’m still dressed wearing a long-sleeved striped shirt with black jeans. I rush to the closet to search for my black sneakers. And as soon as I put them on, I snatch the tote with the essentials I need in case a fire breaks out.

Inside I have money, ID cards, a passport, a notebook, keys, some pens, and charging cables for my smartphone. Also, I have unopened, brand new underwear. And finally, there is a small box of mementos grandma left for me. Inside is an album, grandma’s ballerina photo, and a silky purple cape that grandma used during her career.

I ended up using the cape during my figure skating days. Grandma said the mantle was passed down for generations. She said it carries mystical powers. I wonder how it will help. It might be handy either way, so I wear it. Wow! I feel like a heroine in an RPG.

I rush to place my smartphone, the plushie, and Gwen’s Book of Spells inside the tote. After I double checked everything, I dash to the door. But I stop because of the possibility of the break down from the front door.

I don’t know who’s pursuing me. It doesn’t matter anyway because I still need to leave.

I hurry to my room and slam the door. The only other way to escape is through the already opened window. But I live high up and jumping out would be a suicide. Then I remember landing from a tree thanks to my powers of levitation. But that was during my training. I’m not sure if I’ll have the same luck again.

BOOM! BOOM!

Oh no! I hear the front door bursting.

After uttering a silent prayer, I shut my eyes and leap the moment the door to my room was broken in. Whoever tried to find me would only see an empty room with an open window.

I swear if I don’t succeed this fall...

.......................

Huh?

I open my eyes.

I’m floating midair.

Whoa there! Is this for real?

I can fly?

Did I gain psychic powers too?

Or is this part of me being a goddess?

Either way, I take advantage and fly upward. I hope no one sees me and takes pics for social media. That would be so embarrassing!

But the view is fantastic from up here! I can see houses and small people walking. It’s hard to believe this, but I’m flying for reals. If I recall correctly, characters in RPG games tend to levitate and fly around. Oh my gosh! This is a dream come true!!

ACHOO! I sneezed. I forget it’s not yet spring.

I begin flying in a random direction. Thankfully, the tote is light enough for me to hold in my arms. I hope I don’t crash into a bird or worse.

Meanwhile, the people who pursue me take note. I can tell because I see trucks going in my direction. Shoot! I must think of something fast.

I have an idea. I’ll fly to the railroad. That’s right! The same railroad I rode to Simona City the first time, and when I went to the forest for training.

Of course, I will not fly directly there but rather hide among the trees that lead to the railroad. It’s the only way I can lose the people who pursue me.

With bold resolve, I increase the speed of my flight.

Once I make it to the woods, I begin to descend and decrease my speed. I must take special care not to crash into a tree. The trees in these parts are dense.

Still, the people who pursue me continue their chase. I hear a gunshot in my direction. I manage to evade but barely. The bullet grazed through my right cheek.

I have no choice but to put up a fight while I’m still flying. Since there are no people around, I don’t have to hold back anything.

The gunshots continue, and I evade all of them. If only I can get a clear shot of the attackers, I can cast a spell to knock them off.

When the chasers fire another shot, I evade their bullets once again. But this time, I make eye contact with one of the pursuers. Time seemingly stopped. The chaser is wearing a unique military uniform of some kind. I doubt it’s the Semona military. This means... *gasp* It’s the Regal Armada, and they’re after me! Why?!

Despite this, I pick up the speed and continue my flight. The Armada keeps shooting over and over. Now I’ll attack them with my spells.

I’m a bit hesitant, to be honest. I’ll be using my powers to purposely attack a human being. The times I’ve used my skills against someone was accidental.

But I’m a sorceress, and I must defend myself against human or monster. With the shout of a word and a stretched-out palm, I yelled a spell.

Breeze Arrow!!

An icicle spear knocks one of the chasers down. Choosing Breeze Arrow is the wisest choice. A fireball or a lighting spell could set the woods on fire. I continue chanting the spell while flying forward. One by one, the chasers tumble like falling dominoes.

I see a running wall ahead of me. A wall? It must be a passing train! Despite knocking the chasers with my spell, they continue shooting. There’s too much of them for me to take down. If I were to get tired now, I wouldn’t be able to escape. I take note of the train going north and fly towards the back end.

But the train runs faster than I thought. Still, I manage to hold on the pole with only one hand while carrying the tote in another. I try my hardest not to let go. I forgot I need both hands to climb over the pole, but luckily, the tote is strapped to my back. I hold the pole with my other hand and use both arms to draw me in. I end up climbing over the pole with my remaining strength and land on the back end of the train.

Talk about an intense workout, but I made it!

The Armada ceases their shooting as soon as the train enters the tunnel. They withdraw at this point. I cast a light spell since the tunnel is dark so I can open the door.

Alright! I step inside.

Date: March 1

Time: Dusk, Full Moon

I’m finally inside the train. There are lots of boxes here. I figure this is the storage area because I don’t see anyone here.

I’m tired, and I need a place to sit. Except there are no seats. I guess I could sit on the floor. I scout around trying to find the perfect spot to relax.

After a brief search, I pick the back corner. It’s the perfect spot since it’s by the door. The angle is surrounded by boxes. I could have some privacy here.

I considered contacting my friends to let them know I’m okay. I bet they’re worried, but I’m too tired to text anything. I’ll contact them tomorrow.

I close my eyes as soon as I settle on the floor.

Date: March 1

Time: Evening, Full Moon

Miss?

I hear someone calling out to me.

I open my eyes and notice a uniformed man kneeling before me. He’s quite good looking.

Are you alright, miss? This is the storage area. Besides, this is the last stop. Do you have your ticket?

Ticket?!

I grab my tote and bolt out of the open door. I flee away from the train using my levitation skill. No one took notice, apparently. I bet the uniformed man is shocked at my sudden departure. But I rush so fast that I fail to notice it’s nighttime in the woods. Heck! I don’t know where I am. I’m completely lost.

I check my smartphone in hopes of texting.

No reception.

Wandering through the woods at night is risky. There’s nothing to see except the full moon in the sky.

I begin to sob, like a lost kid at the mall. Can’t you tell? I’m scared. Yet, I cast a light spell to guide me. I walk through the woods holding the ball of light in my palm.

After some walking, I see a body of water. It must be a lake. The moon shines through its reflection. Further head lies some mountains. The combination of those makes beautiful scenery.

The air is cold but not freezing. At least I can settle here next to this tree. I mumble a prayer as I sit on the ground with my back leaned to it. I brace my tote tight and close my cape to keep me warm as I sleep.

Date: March 2

Time: Morning

I wake up in a strange cabin. No, really! A cabin.

But how did I end up here? I don’t remember sleepwalking. I wake up in a run-down bed. Apparently, this bed is so old its springs stand out, so I wake up with back pains.

I doubt this is a cabin. It’s more like a poorly-built shack. There’s no electricity, only one window, and there are holes in the roof. This shack could collapse at any time.

Who the heck lives here?! I can’t sit around like this. What if a guy brought me here? *gasp* I double check my pants to see if it happened. Nope, they’re still zipped.

I search for my tote, and there it is next to me. I check to see if anything is stolen. Nope, everything is still there. The cape from yesterday remains strapped to my shoulders.

Shit! I’m such a mess.

Oh, miss! You’re awake! squealed a voice.

Yeah, I’m awake...huh? I shift to see a young girl.

Wait, a girl? Is it me or my mind playing games?

But I do see a girl. She stands in front of the bed, wearing a yellow-dirt T-shirt with poked holes. Her skin is pale and her hair blonde. Her height seems to be petite. I can’t tell if she’s a woman or a child.

I’m glad you’re awake, miss. Are you hungry? she asked.

Sure, I’m hungry, but I’m also cautious. Who is this girl? She brings a basket filled with fruits and places it on the bed next to me. The girl sits on the stool she brought over.

Please eat. I live here so I can tell which ones good and which ones are poisoned.

POISON?!? Now I’m worried, but the girl knows what she’s doing so I trust her word. I take an apple and begin nibbling on it. However, fruit isn’t enough. I need meat. But since I’m still tired from yesterday’s event, I’ll settle with fruit for now. The girl eats some fruit too.

We spend a good while eating fruit. These fruits are fresh. She managed to harvest them well. I wonder why she lives here by herself. Shouldn’t there be someone else? Like someone taller and stronger? She is too small and meek to handle this shack.

I’m done eating fruit. Would you like a bath, miss? the girl asked. Her question throws me off. It’s not I don’t want to bathe. I just don’t know her intentions.

You’re not planning something, are you?

Her expression darkens right away. I’ll ask you this: are you a bad person? Because if you are a bad person, then I will defend myself by doing bad things.

Whoops! I must think of a comeback fast. No, I am not a bad person because I have nothing to kill with. Therefore, I will not do bad things.

A lengthy pause ensues. The girl smiles after the break. Okay, I trust you. I’ll get the bath ready. I nod in agreement as the girl rushes outside. I follow her, and I see she already has the bath prepared.

Wait, we’re taking a bath outside?

But is it safe? Won’t anyone stumble here?

No one comes here. They never did. And if they do, I have my arrow ready. The girl is referring to her bow and arrow on a block next to the tub. I see she’s the type to take precautions. I feel sorry for letting her defend us, so I’ll back up with my magic if needed.

I start taking my clothes off. I’m embarrassed. I have never been naked outdoors before. Yet, I feel safe thanks to the young girl’s wisdom. I dip my body inside the tub. The water feels warm. A flush of relief overwhelms my body, removing yesterday’s fatigue.

The girl enters the bath too. I lean my back towards her and... huh? I feel two squishy things on my back. Don’t tell me? This girl has breasts as large as Agnes. But she has a small height. How is that possible? Okay, wondering if she’s a child is out of the question now.

You’re tense, she said, giving me a back massage.

Did she sense it? Oh well, I need a good relief anyway.

If you don’t mind, can you tell me your name?

My name is Claris, she replied. What about yours?

Glendolyn, but you can call me Glen if you wish.

Such a unique person. Can I call you Big Sis?

I like her. She’s so sweet.

Sure, you can. Um, Claris, are you not afraid? Is it only you by yourself? What about family and friends?" I want to ask more, but I should refrain for now.

No, I am not afraid. The only person who lived with me died six months ago. Baba...

Her story hits like a sting. Sorry to hear that...

Oh, no worries. Dying is a part of life.

I sigh. So, how did I end up in your bed?

Easy! I was preparing when I’ve heard footsteps. I assumed it was a wolf, so I grabbed my bow and arrow. But I got closer and saw you sleeping by a tree. I knew it was dangerous, so I carried you here. You should be grateful because wolves wander the area at night.

Oh my gosh! That’s scary shit! If Claris hadn’t saved me, I’d be dead by now.

Thank you, Claris.

"You’re welcome.