The Dragon Heir (BOOK#1)

CHAPTER 24

✨️The Final Conflict✨️

In the realm of Drakenwilds, where legends danced with reality, I, Melike, Queen of the North, found myself entangled in a treacherous web woven by my aunt, Delilah. Once a beacon of love and wisdom, she had succumbed to the allure of power, betraying my trust time and again.

Her latest treachery, a plot to seize my throne, pushed me to the brink. Fury coursed through my veins, igniting a flame of vengeance. With Tolga by my side and my strategist cousin Ava at my command, I rallied my army and embarked on a perilous quest to end Delilah's reign of terror.

The chase led us through treacherous mountains and dense forests, where Delilah's dark magic ensnared our forces. Illusions haunted our path, and traps thinned our ranks, but my determination remained unyielding.

As desperation gnawed at my resolve, a glimmer of hope emerged. Flame, a majestic dragon bound to me by an ancient pact, answered my call. Its fiery breath and unyielding spirit instilled a surge of strength within me.

I rode into battle atop Tolga horse, Delilah's forces scattered in terror as they saw Flame unleashed its fury, arriving at the top with Orphelia its breath incinerating everything in its path. We pursued her through winding mountain paths and into the heart of a dark forest.

Despair threatened to engulf me. The faces of my fallen warriors haunted my dreams, their blood staining my soul. I had tasted defeat, the bitter sting of powerlessness, the gnawing fear of losing everything I held dear. I was a queen without a crown, a warrior without a sword, a woman without a kingdom. But even in my darkest hour, a flicker of hope emerged, a beacon in the suffocating darkness.

Flame. Our bond, dormant for generations, had been rekindled by the flames of my desperation. I raised my voice, the raw, guttural plea of a queen in despair, a desperate plea for salvation. "Flame! Mo p fr ene appel tw!" (Translation) 'Flame! I summon you!'

The earth trembled, the sky darkened, and a thunderous roar echoed through the valleys. Above me, a colossal shadow descended, a creature of fire and might, a spectacle of raw power that left even the most hardened warrior awestruck. Flame, a living embodiment of vengeance, descended upon the battlefield, his fiery breath scorching the earth and scattering Delilah's forces like chaff before the wind.

I rode atop Flame, a fiery goddess, my voice ringing with the power of a thousand warriors. 'Delilah!' I screamed, her name echoing through the valleys. 'To reiye pou pren ene fin a zordi." (Translation)
'Your reign of terror ends today!'

Delilah's lair emerged from the melting forest, a fortress of deceit. She stood defiant, surrounded by her remaining followers. With a voice echoing with rage and despair, I uttered a single word: 'Brile li.' (Translation) "Burn her"

Flame unleashed a torrent of fire, engulfing Delilah and her lair in a devastating blaze. The forest erupted, consumed by the flames. Delilah's screams echoed through the inferno as she was consumed by her own treachery.

Flame, his task completed, turned to me, his eyes filled with a primal satisfaction. I stroked his snout, feeling the heat of his scales against my hand, feeling the power of my ancient ally rippling through me.

With a final, shuddering sigh, the last vestiges of Delilah's dark magic dissipated, leaving behind only a smoldering wasteland. The forest, once a symbol of her power, now stood as a testament to her downfall.

I mounted Flame once more, and we soared into the night sky, leaving behind the ashes of the forest, leaving behind the ghosts of my fallen warriors. I had reclaimed what was rightfully mine, but the scars of the battle ran deep, and the memory of Delilah's betrayal would forever linger in my heart.