The Keeper of The Dragon Flame BNHA X OCS

Flames of Resolve

As the situation with Wanda and the others unfolded, Charmcaster remained in her prison cell, her mind racing with escape plans. The quirk-negating cuffs were a challenge, but the magical restraints she faced were not the same.

Charmcaster: muttering These cuffs are supposed to block quirks, but my magic? That's another story.

She focused her energy on the cuffs, her pink mana swirling around her hands as she worked to manipulate them. She managed to use her magic to create a burst of energy that affected the mechanical locks of the cuffs, allowing her to free her hands.

Charmcaster: grinning Now, let's see what else I can do.

Charmcaster: whispering  Ruomalg edih em!

She cast the glamour spell, and a mystical veil of pink energy enveloped her. The shimmering aura spread outwards, rendering her invisible to the naked eye. Charmcaster moved silently through the corridors, her steps carefully measured to avoid making any noise.

With her invisibility spell in effect, she easily bypassed the remaining security measures and guards. The glamour provided a perfect cloak, hiding her from view as she made her way towards the exit.

Once outside, she used a teleportation charm to vanish from the scene, appearing in a hidden, secluded location far from the prison. As the spell wore off and she became visible again, Charmcaster took a moment to catch her breath, her escape complete.

Charmcaster: smirking I'm free again. Let's see what trouble I can stir up next.

With a determined glint in her eye, she started planning her next move, confident in her ability to remain elusive and one step ahead of her foes.

Her mind shifted to Zatanna,  one of the people who had thwarted her plans earlier. The memory of being outmaneuvered by Zatanna's powerful spells stung, and Charmcaster's anger simmered beneath the surface. She envisioned the moment when Zatanna had cast her spells, disrupting Charmcaster's schemes and humiliating her.

Charmcaster: gritting her teeth Zatanna. You think you can outshine me? I'll show you who's the true master of magic.

Charmcaster's gaze hardened with resolve. She envisioned the perfect way to exact her revenge—one that would not only be a personal victory but also send a message to anyone who dared cross her path.

With renewed determination, she began to craft a plan to target Zatanna specifically. She needed to be careful, to strike at the right moment, and to ensure her revenge was as devastating as possible. The gears of her mind whirred with schemes and strategies as she prepared to unleash her wrath on the one who had bested her.

(Small Timeskip)

Wanda walked through the dimly lit corridor of the detention facility, her heart heavy with mixed emotions. The steel door of Pietro's cell loomed ahead, and she paused for a moment before stepping inside.

Pietro was sitting on a bench, his posture slumped and defeated. His eyes met Wanda's, and there was a brief moment of silence before he spoke.

Pietro: quietly Wanda... I didn't think you'd come.

Wanda: with a hint of sadness I needed to, Pietro. I'm still trying to understand everything that's happened. I wish you'd made different choices.

Pietro: looking away I guess I've always been good at running away, haven't I? From the family, from responsibility... from you.

Wanda: with determination Our father's way isn't right, Pietro. It's not too late to change. You can still make things right, but you need to start by accepting the truth and not running from it.

Pietro remained silent, the weight of her words sinking in. Wanda turned to leave, casting one last look back at her brother before exiting the cell.

In the meantime, Ben was in the training room, surrounded by various pieces of metal and parts he'd gathered. He was sweating and frustrated, his attempts to create guns using his dragon flame quirk not going as planned. He tried to focus, but each attempt seemed to fizzle out.

Ben: muttering to himself Come on... why isn't this working?

Despite his best efforts, the guns he conjured were unstable and quickly dissipated into flame. Ben let out a frustrated sigh, his head hung low.

Dan Heng entered the room, noticing Ben's struggles. He approached quietly, placing a hand on Ben's shoulder.

Dan Heng: softly Hey, Ben. You've been working hard. Maybe you need a break?

Ben looked up, his eyes reflecting exhaustion and frustration.

Ben: shaking his head I just can't seem to get it right. I thought I could master this, but...

Dan Heng: gently You're pushing yourself too hard. Sometimes you need to step back and clear your mind.

Ben took a deep breath, nodding as he tried to calm down. Dan Heng moved closer, their proximity providing a sense of comfort and warmth. He reached out, pulling Ben into a gentle embrace.

Dan Heng: soothingly It's okay to take a break. You're doing great, Ben. Just remember that you're not alone in this.

Ben: softly Thank you, Dan. I just... I wanted to get it right.

Dan Heng: smiling You will. You've got the heart and the drive. Just give yourself some time.

As Dan Heng held Ben, they shared a tender moment, their closeness offering solace amidst the turmoil. The intimacy between them was a comforting reminder of their bond and support for each other.