The Last Surviving Fairy Princess (Book 1 of The Fairy Princess Series)

Chapter 3

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As Amara, Gabriel, and Drakon trudged through the dense forest, they realized that Gabriel was injured and needed to rest for a bit before Drakon could heal Gabriel, but suddenly they heard a piercing screech from above. Looking up, they saw a majestic Phoenix with the most beautiful red, yellow, and blue feathers that shimmered in the sun as it soared through the sky. Drakon recognized the Phoenix as a powerful healer, and he urged Amara and Gabriel to follow him as he took off after it.

The trio raced through the forest, following the Phoenix's trail of glowing feathers that seemed to lead them onwards. As they ran, Amara found herself becoming more in tune with the natural world around her, feeling a deep connection to the forest and its creatures. She realized that she too had a role to play in protecting this realm and that her journey with Gabriel and Drakon was far from over.

After chasing the Phoenix through the forest, dodging trees, and escaping traps laid by dark creatures, they finally caught up with it in a clearing. Drakon called out to it, carefully explaining their desperate situation.

"Please, great Phoenix," Drakon said, his voice filled with urgency. "Our friend Gabriel is badly injured. He needs your help to heal."

The Phoenix listened intently and then landed gracefully in front of them. It looked at Gabriel with its piercing gaze and then began to emit a warm, golden glow. The glow enveloped Gabriel, and he felt a surge of renewable energy coursing through his body.

Gabriel let out a gasp of relief as the Phoenix's healing magic flowed through him "Thank you," he whispered, feeling the pain and weakness leaving his body.

The Phoenix continued to heal Gabriel, and as it did, Amara spoke up. "We are on a mission to save the magical realm," she said. "Can you help us?"

The Phoenix paused briefly, then nodded its head. "I will aid you in any way I can," it said, its voice like the sound of crackling flames.

Amara, Gabriel, and Drakon felt grateful and strengthened by the Phoenix's help as they prepared to resume their journey. They knew they had gained a powerful ally, one that could help them overcome any challenge and protect the magical realm from destruction. With renewed confidence and fierce determination, they set out on their quest to stop the dark forces and save their world.

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The air was thick with anticipation as if the very forest itself held its breath in anticipation of what was to come. Amara, Gabriel, and Drakon moved silently through the undergrowth, their senses on high alert. The dark force they had been chasing had led them to this place, deep within the heart of the woods, and they knew they were getting closer. They could feel it in the air, like an invisible thread tugging at their souls, drawing them ever closer to Ethan himself.

Suddenly, a group of dark elves with the most cunning black eyes and wicked smiles instantly appeared out of nowhere, intentionally blocking their path. They have lived with the darkness for so long that they have lost all life in them and are mere puppets to the dark sorcerer Ethan.

"Who are you, and what do want?" Amara demanded; her voice steadied despite the growing sense of danger. She knew that her father when he was still alive always warned her to never cross the dark elves as their souls are as black as coal.

The dark elves laughed mockingly. "Oh, we are no one important," the elf in the center replied, his voice eerie and seductive. "We merely wish to inform you that you are not welcome here."

Gabriel's eyes narrowed, and he took a step forward. "We didn't ask for your permission," he growled. "We're here for Ethan."

"We are the dark elves, and we serve our master" the leader of the group replied, his eyes flashing with malice. "You are not welcome here. Leave now or face our wrath."

The dark elves laughed scornfully. "You think you can stop our master? You are fools. He will instantly destroy you and everything you hold dear."

Drakon stepped forward, his eyes blazing with fury. "We will not be intimidated by your threats. Step aside, or we will make you."

The dark elves drew their weapons, and a tense standoff ensued. Amara and Gabriel tensed ready for a fight while Drakon bared his teeth, his claws unsheathed.

Suddenly, a voice called out from behind the dark elves. "Stop this at once!"

The dark elves turned to face their grand master; a hooded figure shrouded in darkness. "Master, these intruders"

"I know who they are," the hooded figure interrupted. "They are of no consequence to us. Let them pass."

The dark elves hesitated, unsure of what to do. "But master"

"Do as I command," the hooded figure hissed. "Or suffer the consequences."

The dark elves reluctantly stepped aside and Amara, Gabriel, and Drakon passed through unharmed. As they instantly disappeared into the forest, the hooded figure stealthily watched them with cold, calculating eyes. "They may have won this battle," he muttered fiercely to himself. "But the war is far from over."