The Legacy Of Mecatopia: Awakening Of The Crown

Chapter:1 The Beginning Of End.

Note: for a better experience play the "Set the Fire to Rain" song by Adele-

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. Jenna's belly is shining golden in colour, and the apostrophe mark is filled with her blood. She is looking like a wounded lioness, her bones breaking one by one, and she is casting a spell in "draconian" language.

The night is very dangerous, almost black, at Dragon Castle, where Jenna lies on the apostrophe mark and screams 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 start shaking, a foreboding rumble echoing through the ancient stones. Outside, the sky was turbulent, splitting open with the veins of golden lightning, casting ominous shadows. 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. 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.

As they start casting together, the air becomes thick and shimmering with a faint golden glow around them. The apostrophe mark starts shining with them.

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.

But there was no time to contemplate what had happened. Jenna's body was now completely drained of its magical power. She holds Isabella, and as she holds her, she is lost in vision; she sees "Isabella, older and sitting on the throne, the shadows gathered around her. Jenna gasped; she held Isabella tighter and was lost in another vision filled with fire and blood. "Isabella was controlling her powers against the faceless enemies, Her face filled with determination and sorrow.

The final image was of Isabella alone, the crown slipping from her hands and she fell. Her nose was bleeding, and her eyes were appended. Jenna's chest tightened, and the future loomed ominous and uncertain. She knew she'd give anything to change Isabella's fate, even if it cost her life.