Emma_Kath

Twenty-nine years ago, all the kingdoms of the earth got together and waged war against their enemies, banishing their greatest adversaries to an island, surrounded by a barrier that mutes all magic. Most of the kingdoms joined together to become the United Continent. 
Since the Great War, peace and harmony has lasted. But the new generation is stepping in. When the prince invites four descendants of the island to come and live in the United Continent, the children of the greatest villains get a chance to prove that they aren't defined by their parents, and show that the children of the heroes, aren't always the good guys.

Descendants- a retelling

"Is that why you acted so… strange?" Emma asked from where she was laying upside down off of the end of her bed. They'd just gotten back from the dinner which had run very, very late. 


"Yeah Gisa, it scared me how… not sarcastic you were." Jamsion said, standing up from where he was leaning on her door frame. "Were you possessed?"


Gisa rolled her eyes. She was afraid to tell them the whole oath she had sworn to her mother. She'd only managed to tell them that the Mother Guardian was part of it. "Look, as soon as I tell you… you can't escape this oath. It binds you by blood. The longer it takes you to fulfill it, the more of you it drains. Headaches, sickness, hallucinations, insanity… and if you resist it enough…"


"Death." Ron said, his mouth a tight line. He scanned Emma and Gisa's room with a sigh. "Man, I really wanted to just enjoy the time here and prove my mother wrong." He tried to joke but Gisa could see the fear that crept into his eyes. 


"How did your mother make a blood oath on the island with the barrier? Doesn't it prevent dark magic, or any magic, like that?" Jamsion asked. 


"Her power is just so great… that I think she still has some of it." her voice lowered to a near whisper. "And because we are blood relatives, she was able to cast it on me? I'm honestly not sure. Besides, blood magic is alive, it's not like normal magic."


"When she gripped your wrist that night…" Emma breathed. 


"She drew blood with her nail and cast it then and there. I can feel the oath now." Indeed she could. For the first time a tiny little shadow hidden in the corners of her mind hissed as she drew attention to it. "I… have to tell you, charge you with this, before the oath pushes me to do something I don't want to do."


Ron nodded silently, his gaze somewhere else. 


Jamsion heaved a deep breath but let out a firm nod. "Let us have it."


"We need to break the barrier and release the inmates and villains." Gisa said, her voice shaky. "The only magic that can break it is the magic that created it. So we have to steal Mother Guardian's staff, and use it to break the barrier." She stopped and watched as each of them stiffened a moment, inhaling sharp breaths and finally meeting her eyes. "I'm sorry." she said as the graveness of it all fell on their shoulders. 


"Wait Gisa… I don't want to go back." Emma had twisted the right way around to face her sister. "Can't we find someone? The Mother Guardian is super powerful… can't she break the oath?" Her heart shuddered. Right. Emma's freedom. She'd let herself forget how short lived it would be. 


"Emma we'll try everything, I'll flip through every spell in my mother's book, and I'll search through every scrap of memory—"


"The library Gisa! There has to be something. We need to find it." She stood quickly, almost frantic. "Please."


"Emma," Ron said, standing beside her and putting a hand on her shoulder. "The only magic that can break a strong spell…"


"Is the one who cast it." She sighed. "But you don't understand! This was my chance at leaving."


"We do understand. This was all of our chances." Gisa said. "But there isn't a way around it…"


"I'll find one." Emma said, shaking her head. "There has to be something." She left the room, letting the door slam. 


Gisa stood up. "Come on, we need to follow her, it's late."


The Blood Oath