The Legacy Of Mecatopia And The Crown Awakening. S1

S1 E1: The Birth of Light and Darkness.

After 10 Centuries On 28th October 1986.

After the fall of dragon witches, the mecatopia has almost changed and here, it always rains, neither the sun nor the moon is ever visible. Meanwhile, in the castles dark room, Jenna lay on floor. Her belly is shining golden in colour, and the apostrophe mark is filled with her blood. She looks like a wounded lioness, her bones breaking one by one, each broken bone taking her memory of family, love, taking her lifespan and her magic. She's becoming vulnerable but still casting spell in "draconian" language.

The night is very dangerous, almost black, the werewolves and vampires madden killing everything which is coming infront of them. The Dragon Castle, where Jenna lies on the apostrophe mark and screaming in pain. Her face is shining with sweat, and the hair is stuck on her face.

"Aeternus Custodiae,
Sanguis Draconis, aeternum floreat."

Her voice is stammering in pain, but still, she is saying those lines.

In umbris abscondita, potentia servata,
Usque ad tempus prophetiam complere.
Sacrificium ultimum, vita donatur,
Ad perpetuam custodiam nostrae progeniei."

As Jenna cast the last line, suddenly the castles started shaking, a foreboding rumble echoing through the ancient stones, the whispers spreading everywhere in the castle, ghost and the angel of death shouting, their voice echoing through hall. Outside, the sky was turbulent, splitting open with the veins of golden lightning, casting ominous shadows. The Blood start boiling in the blood lake, tress turn into skeletal hands, shadowy glowing eyes shining and they flying outside around the castle. Crimson rain spattered against the windows, leaving streaks that looked like blood on the windows. Suddenly, the air comes and whispers Isabella's name as if they know about her.

There's a room in the castle where old Valerian coffins were kept, their eyes crying blood, like they are coming alive. With the burst of electricity, the coffins exploded, and 8 souls emerged. Each has distinct colours and shimmering auras; they fly and gather around Jenna and start casting a spell with Jenna. Others like, shadowy figures, saying "Her fate is tied to the fall of kingdoms, yet she will rebuild or destroy all."
"You have doomed this world for a second time."

Jennas eyes widen her nose is bleeding. She has used too much of her magic and the child siphoning all her magic. They casting together, the air becomes thick and shimmering with a faint golden glow around them. The apostrophe mark starts shining with them. Jenna's belly blood which spread on floor turn red to in golden.

Jenna gasped for breath, her hands holding at the blood-soaked robes. "I... I can't... hold on...fast, the child is killing me, and she let out a scream that echoed through the castle. The witches gathered around her, their hands outstretched, chanting louder now as they began to channel their magic into her.

The room grew brighter as tendrils of light swirled through the air, converging on Jenna's belly.

One by one, the witches began to enter Jenna's belly to give Isabella powers. And with a final, bloodcurdling scream, Jenna felt the child move within her, and with a great surge of pain, the baby had been born. The light faded, leaving the room in near darkness, save for the flickering candles. Jenna's head lolled back, her breath coming in short gasps as she stared down at the tiny figure now lying on her chest.

The baby, Isabella, was radiant, her small body shimmering with a faint golden hue. Her hair was a striking silver-white, and when she opened her eyes, they were a piercing, unnatural blue. Across her back and shoulders, a mysterious dragon tattoo seemed to come alive, glowing faintly in the dim light.

Jenna's eyes widened in horror and awe as she looked down at her child. "A dragon lineage..." she whispered before the exhaustion overwhelmed her, and she fell back against the pillows, unconscious.