Valeria is a normal girl , living a normal life but life is never boring or happy it will break you and mend you at the same time . she is a little different from humans , she has a dark aura which is not known by her yet . but the moment she gets t...
The elemental kings continued their ascent, the mountain’s surface shifting beneath their feet. The crystalline structure shimmered in approval, a soft hum of energy resonating through the air as if the mountain itself had acknowledged their intentions. The vibrant colors swirled around them, transforming from the shadowy indigo to a brilliant cascade of gold and silver. It was a sign—an unspoken welcome.
“It’s letting us pass,” Kian whispered, a note of awe in his voice. His eyes followed the glittering patterns that seemed to lead the way, illuminating a path through the intricate maze. " The mountain knows we mean no harm.”
“Good,” Alexander said, his expression serious but relieved. “We need to get to Valeria. If the mountain is on our side, we have a chance.”
Asher felt the earth beneath his feet vibrate, a gentle pulse that aligned with the mountain’s rhythm. “It’s like it’s guiding us,” he remarked. “We’re on the right path.”
However, Jerone lagged behind, his thoughts clouded by memories of betrayal and pain. The sight of the mountain’s acceptance filled him with resentment. He couldn’t shake the image of Valeria—Elanora, as he had known her—keeping her past a secret, a secret that had nearly destroyed them all.
“She lied to us,” Jerone muttered under his breath, his voice low and bitter. “She betrayed us. Why should I trust her now?”
The mountain sensed Jerone’s turmoil, his simmering hatred. As his anger grew, the golden glow around them flickered, and the harmonious hum of the mountain shifted to a low, warning growl. The path ahead darkened, the colors draining away as shadows crept in from all sides.
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The other kings noticed the change immediately. The vibrant light that had guided them was fading, replaced by a dense, oppressive fog. The forest surrounding the mountain seemed to close in, its trees twisting and warping into menacing shapes.
“What’s happening?” Kian asked, his voice tinged with concern. “The mountain’s mood is changing. It’s like it’s reacting to something.”
“No, to someone,” Asher corrected, his gaze narrowing as he turned to look at Jerone. “It’s sensing distrust, hatred… Jerone, this is because of you.”
Jerone clenched his fists, a scowl darkening his features. “You think I can just forget everything? She kept secrets from us, led us into danger. How can I just let that go?
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Alexander stepped forward, his eyes blazing with frustration. “We don’t have time for this, Jerone! If we don’t move now, we’ll be trapped here. You have to let go of your hatred, at least long enough to get to Valeria.”
The shadows thickened, wrapping around their ankles like tendrils of smoke, pulling them into the forest’s depths. The trees groaned, their branches creaking as they stretched toward the group, the forest becoming a living entity, intent on ensnaring them.
Kian tried to summon his water powers to clear a path, but the moisture in the air seemed to dissipate, as if absorbed by the darkness. Asher’s connection to the earth felt muted, his ability to control the ground beneath them diminished.
“The mountain’s magic is rejecting us,” Asher said through gritted teeth. “If we don’t a
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ct now, we’ll be lost in this forest forever.”
Jerone’s face was a mask of conflict, anger and regret warring within him. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm his emotions. “I don’t have to like it,” he said, voice tight. “But I’ll try. For now.
As Jerone made the decision to suppress his hatred, the mountain seemed to respond immediately. The shadows retreated, the oppressive fog lifting as the golden light returned, tentative at first but growing stronger. The trees released their grip, their branches pulling back to clear the path once more.
"The mountain is giving us another chance,” Alexander said, relief evident in his voice. “Let’s not waste it.”
The kings moved forward, the path opening up before them, leading them toward Valeria. The mountain, sensing their unity, once again bathed them in its protective glow. But the lingering tension was a reminder—the mountain could sense their hearts, and any lingering darkness would not go unnoticed. As they pressed on, each step brought them closer to their goal, and closer to the truths that lay hiden within the depths of the coven.
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