28th Jan 2018
Noah and Ira had left. James wasn’t happy that Ira had agreed to go with Noah, but he couldn’t do much about that. He had to be with Kirra. They needed to get through the day, complete the engagement and rope in new allies. After the two left, Kirra returned to her room to get dressed.
The magical tool that was sapping her of her energy was neutralised. He wasn’t worried about her being in that room anymore.
He was excited about the day that lay ahead. Ira had got him the family heirloom, a black diamond ring that was imbibed with the magic of his elders. The ring was completely unassuming except for its exquisite cut and looked like a smooth band. The art of preparing this artefact was handed down in his family from generation to generation. He knew it would magically fit
