The Dragon Heir (BOOK#1)

CHAPTER 20

✨️Melike and Ava's Rise✨️

In the wake of tragedy, I, Melike, found myself spiraling into darkness. My heart, once filled with love for my son, now seethed with rage and a thirst for retribution. But amidst the despair, a flicker of hope emerged from an unexpected source: my Mauritian heritage.

Ava, my cousin, mirrored my pain. Her eyes, once bright and playful, were now haunted, reflecting the same agonizing emptiness that echoed in my own heart. We were two shattered souls, bound by grief and a shared desire to dismantle the darkness that had invaded our lives.

'We won't let her win,' Ava muttered, her voice raw. 'We'll hunt her down and make her pay.'

I nodded, my heart a hollow space echoing with the rage that fueled her. We had been tracking Delilah for weeks. We knew her power was vast, her followers fanatically devoted, but our own anger was a force that eclipsed fear.

Our investigation led us to a hidden chamber within the city's crumbling library. The air hung thick with the smell of decaying paper and forgotten secrets. Amongst dusty tomes, I found my auntie diary, a worn leather volume filled with delicate script and faded photographs. It spoke of a forgotten heritage, of ancient Mauritian magic, of an energy that was primal, pure, and powerful. It spoke of 'White Magic.'

I devoured the diary, each page a revelation. I learned of a magic that could heal, protect, and amplify the spirit's inner strength. It was a force that could stand against Delilah's darkness - a force that resided within me. But to wield it, I needed to connect with my animal spirit, the mighty dragon, a symbol of power, wisdom, and resilience. And the most shocking is that my mother write this diary and Delilah stole it.

Through my mother's diary, I unearthed the secrets of White Magic, an ancient tradition imbued with the power to heal, protect, and awaken one's inner strength. I delved into its teachings, desperate to harness this energy and confront the darkness that had consumed my life.

As I meditated and trained tirelessly, a profound connection began to form between me and my animal spirit-the mighty dragon. Its essence, representing wisdom, courage, and resilience, seeped into my being, empowering me in ways I had never imagined.

The dragon's fire ignited within me, guiding my every move and awakening a power that surged through my veins. With each passing day, my abilities grew, and I felt an unyielding determination to right the wrongs that had been done.

The journey to mastering White Magic was arduous. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, as I trained under the tutelage of an my who had the experience of her mother's. Through meditation, Ava guided me to tap into the primal power of the dragon, a force that pulsed within my blood.

I stood there, bathed in the light of the rising sun, a new fire burning in my eyes. My rage had not evaporated, but it had been tempered, transformed into a burning desire for justice. The dragon within me had awakened, and with it, a new purpose. I would become a conduit for this ancient power, a warrior of light, a shield against the encroaching darkness. And together, Ava and I, armed with the power of White Magic and guided by the strength of our dragon spirits, would reclaim our kingdom, one battle at a time.

I was ready. Ready to battle.

The wind whipped my cloak around me as I stood atop the battlements, my eyes scanning the sprawling fields below. The air was thick with the scent of anticipation, a heady blend of fear and excitement that pulsed through the ranks of my army. They were ready. I was ready. Finally, after years of training and preparation, the day had come to confront Delilah, the woman who had haunted my dreams and threatened my kingdom for far too long.

Years ago, Delilah, my aunt, had coveted the throne, fuelled by a thirst for power that knew no bounds. She had attempted to seize it, unleashing a torrent of dark magic that had nearly consumed the land. It was only with the help of Tolga, my husband, and Ava, my cousin, that we had repelled her. But the scars of that battle ran deep, both on the land and within my soul. I had to find a way to control the white magic within me, a power that pulsed through my veins like a roaring river, before Delilah returned.

I spent years researching ancient texts, seeking guidance from wise elders, and honing my skills. I learned to harness the power within me, to channel it into a force that could protect, heal, and even defend. The white magic was not a weapon to be used for selfish gains but a tool to be wielded with responsibility, a gift to be shared with the world.

But Delilah had returned, her dark magic twisting and corrupting everything in its path. She had gathered a fearsome army of her own, her shadows crawling across the land, spreading fear and despair. This time, she was not just vying for a throne but seeking to consume the very heart of our kingdom, to plunge it into an eternal darkness. This time, I would not let her.

My army, a mix of seasoned veterans and newly recruited warriors, stood poised, their faces hardened with resolve. Tolga, his eyes blazing with unwavering loyalty, stood beside me, his hand resting on my shoulder, a silent promise of support. Ava, her face etched with a fierce determination, drew her sword, her eyes reflecting the same fire that burned within me. We were a family, a united front against the darkness.

As the first rays of dawn illuminated the sky, we marched, our banners billowing in the breeze, our hearts pounding with a mixture of fear and hope. The smell of smoke and blood hung heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the battles fought and the sacrifices made. Delilah's army awaited us, a horde of shadows and twisted creatures, their eyes gleaming with malice.

The battle was brutal, a whirlwind of steel and magic. I fought with a ferocity I had never known before, my white magic crackling around me, warding off attacks and healing wounds. I saw Tolga fighting with the strength of a lion, his sword flashing like a silver serpent, protecting me from harm. Ava, a blur of motion, her sword cutting through the enemy ranks with deadly precision.

I was tough. If used everything to my advantage, I could be very ruthless. Especially if I used my dragons against Delilah's, she would never be victorious and she knows it. But that was the power I refused to use. I would not stoop to her level, I would not become the very thing I fought against. My magic, my dragons, were for healing, for protection, for good.

The battle raged on, the ground stained with blood and the air choked with the screams of the fallen. But slowly, the tide began to turn. The enemy, weakened by our united front and the overwhelming power of the white magic, faltered. One by one, they retreated, until only Delilah remained, standing alone on a hill, her dark eyes burning with rage and defiance.

'You will never defeat me,' she snarled, her voice a guttural whisper.

'We are not fighting for ourselves,' I said, my voice steady and strong. 'We are fighting for our kingdom, for our people, for a future free from your darkness. You may have your power, Delilah, but we have something stronger - hope.'

And with that, I unleashed a wave of white magic, a blinding light that engulfed her, draining her power, stripping her of her strength. She gasped, her form flickering, a wisp of darkness, before finally dissolving into nothingness. The war was over. We had won.

As the dust settled, and the last echoes of the battle faded, I looked around at my army, their faces weary but triumphant. I looked at Tolga, his hand reaching out to clasp mine, his eyes filled with pride and love. And I looked at Ava, her face alight with joy, her hand resting on my shoulder. We had done it. We had faced the darkness and emerged victorious.

I had discovered that the true power was not in the strength of my magic, but in the courage of my heart, the unwavering loyalty of my family, and the hope that burned bright within me. The war was over, but the journey was far from finished. The scars of the battle would remain, a reminder of the darkness we had faced and the strength we had found within ourselves. But I knew, with every fiber of my being, that we would rebuild, rise above the ashes, and create a world worthy of the sacrifices made. And I would continue to fight, for my kingdom, for my people, for a future where light would always prevail over darkness.

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