The Dragon Heir (BOOK#1)

CHAPTER 18

✨️The Curse of Delilah's Fortress✨️

The air crackled with the raw energy of impending war. Delilah's fortress, a towering black monolith built from twisted shadows and corrupted stone, loomed before us, a symbol of the darkness that threatened to engulf the land. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the rising fear that gnawed at my insides.

Delilah, the fallen queen, stood atop the fortress, her obsidian eyes gleaming with malice. She was a creature of pure darkness, her power fueled by the very essence of despair. Her followers, twisted and grotesque reflections of their leader, churned around her, their eyes burning with a fiery hatred.

Ava, my cousin and a powerful Luna, stood beside me, her hair flowing like a silver river. She held her hands up, palms glowing with an ethereal white light, weaving a spell of protection over our army. We marched towards the fortress, a sea of warriors determined to vanquish the darkness.

The battle raged, a maelstrom of steel and fire. The air was thick with the stench of blood and smoke, the cries of the dying a haunting symphony. I swung my sword, my movements fueled by a righteous fury, striking down Delilah's followers with brutal efficiency. But the battle was unlike any I had ever witnessed. It was as if the very ground itself was soaked in darkness, draining the life out of us, each blow sapping our strength.

It was a hard-fought battle, a brutal dance between light and shadow, between hope and despair. For a while, it seemed we were winning. The enemy faltered, their ranks thinned by our relentless onslaught. Delilah herself seemed momentarily cowed, a flicker of fear in her eyes. I gripped my sword tighter, my heart pounding in my chest, as I prepared to deliver the final blow.

Then, a chilling scream pierced through the chaos, a scream of agony and despair. It was Ava's voice. I turned just in time to see Delilah's son, Aidan, a young man whose heart had been corrupted by his mother's darkness, plunging a poisoned dagger into Ava's side.

My blood ran cold. I had forgotten about Aidan. He had been absent from the battlefield, hidden away in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Ava staggered, her eyes flickering shut as the life drained from her. The protective shield she had woven around us, a shimmering cocoon of white light, began to fade. The battlefield, suddenly vulnerable, was plunged into darkness, the shadows swirling around us, suffocating us with their cold embrace.

The world tilted on its axis. Rage, pure and unadulterated, flooded through me, a tidal wave of fury so intense it threatened to consume me. I didn't care about anything, not the strategy, not the war, not even the fate of the kingdom. All that mattered was that Delilah had to pay. I roared, a primal scream of grief and anger, and charged towards the fortress.

A hand gripped my arm, pulling me back. Tolga, my hysband and second-in-command, stood in front of me, his eyes filled with concern and dread. 'Melike, no! You can't go. It's a trap!' He said, his voice hoarse.

But I was blind with rage, deaf to reason. I pushed him aside, my determination to kill Delilah burning brighter than any sun.

'Let me go!' I snarled, my voice raspy with emotion. 'She has to pay!'

Tolga's face hardened. He knew I wouldn't listen, and he knew that we could not fight this battle anymore. This war had been a mistake. The darkness had seeped into the heart of our army, and we were no match for its insidious power.

'We have to go,' he said, his voice heavy with resignation. 'We can't win this war. We're already losing.'

'We cannot win this battle now,' he whispered. 'We must retreat.'

Reluctantly, I agreed. With heavy hearts, we turned and fled, leaving Delilah to gloat in her temporary victory.

As we made our escape, I couldn't shake the guilt and anger that burned within me. We had underestimated our enemy, and now Ava lay wounded, her life hanging in the balance. But Tolga's words echoed in my mind, reminding me that the war was not over.

We would regroup, learn from our mistakes, and return to fight another day. For as long as Delilah and her wicked followers threatened our realm, we would not rest until justice prevailed.

As we marched away, I could feel Delilah's victory echoing in the wind, the whispers of darkness growing louder, a chilling testament to the darkness that had consumed us all.

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