Aelora Targaryen, known as "The Golden Child," was born of secrets and trained as a hidden weapon. Raised amidst prophecies and held back by her family's ambition, fire, and blood, she lived a life shrouded in mystery. Across the realm, Benjicot Bla...
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ACT II: Chapter one
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The breath of a dragon could burn down the world, its fiery exhalations reducing everything in its path to ash. The screams and cries of the suffering signal the loss of loved ones, echoing through the chaos of destruction. A dragon's roar heralds a bloody aftermath, a testament to its deadly force. Yet, never mistake the dragon's silence for inaction or weakness; a dragon is a cunning and wise creature, biding its time, waiting for the precise moment to strike and unleash its devastation. When a dragon refrains from destruction, it is simply calculating and deliberate, waiting to turn its breath into a deadly weapon and create a scene of utter chaos.
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Aelora often found herself drifting between the world of dreams and reality, her visions vivid and haunting. Lately, her nights had been filled with unsettling images that left her feeling both terrified and helpless. One night, she found herself standing in a dimly lit room, the air thick with tension. It was Helaena's chambers, and Aelora didn't recognize the two men—Blood and Cheese—who were looming over Helaena and her children.
She tried to move, to scream, to do anything to stop what was about to happen, but she was rooted to the spot, an invisible force holding her back., making Aelora watch as the scene unfolde.
Helaena's eyes were wide with terror as she clutched her children close, her voice trembling as she pleaded for their lives. Aelora's heart ached with desperation, knowing she was powerless to intervene.
Blood and Cheese's laughter echoed through the room, cold and cruel. They taunted Helaena, their words dripping with malice. Aelora watched in horror, unable to tear her eyes away. She could feel Helaena's fear, her own heart pounding in her chest as if it would burst.
"Choose," one of the men hissed, thrusting a knife into Helaena's face. "I have a necklace, it's worth is of great value" she said trying to get the men to leave her and her children alone, but it was to no avail.
"That's not a son" one of the men said, as he looked back to Helaena's children.
Helaena's sobs were heart-wrenching, her desperation palpable. Aelora wanted to scream, to shout at the men to stop, but no sound would come. She was a silent witness to the unfolding nightmare, trapped in her own helplessness.
The tension in the room reached a fever pitch, and Aelora's vision blurred with tears. She saw Helaena's hand tremble as she tried to protect her children, her anguished cries echoing in Aelora's mind. The men showed no mercy, their brutality unrelenting.
When the knife finally came down, Aelora's world shattered. The blood, the screams, the absolute horror of it all was more than she could bear. She felt the warmth of the blood as if it were her own, the screams reverberating through her very soul.
