The Legacy Of Mecatopia And The Crown Awakening. S1

S1 E2: The Throne Of Flames.

After 10 years on 23 June 1996.

The room was dimly lit by the lamp, casting long shadows of books on the walls. The drops of rain tapping the window, Aurora Isabella's fairy sister sleeping peacefully. But tonight, Isabella is restless. She is tossing and Turning under her blanket, her small forehead covered with sweat as she fighting against the imagages coming in her dream.  A massive, ancient, and powerful dragon loomed in her dream, which changing its colours from red to silver, blue to black dreed and finally scarlet crimson , its eyes glowing with a fierce intensity. Its standing infront of Isabella, the dragon is releasing heat. Its heat touching Isabellas body and her body is burning. Its scales burning in fire creating a mesmerizing and terrifying sight. The air is like burning wood, sharp and smoky filling her lungs and making it hard to breathe.

The dragon’s voice echoed in a language she didn’t understand, low and guttural, yet powerful 'Aen enith ka’tar.' She doesn't know that she created a fiery circle around her bed. In the dream, symbols and runes floating around the dragon, glowing faintly with an otherworldly light. They seemed to pulse with the dragon’s heartbeat. She didn’t know why, but they looked familiar, as if they were part of her.

Around her bed a shadowy figure stand, looking Isabella and comes daily for observation he touched Isabella's hair, than, he moves his hand cover to Isabella's body with blanket. Isabella is shaking because of cold.

With a Terry scream, Isabella's eyes open, her heart beating swiftly. She sat up, gasping for air, desperate to shake off the haunting dream. The dragons voice echoing around her. The shadowy figure hide in shadows. Beside her, Aurora slept peacefully, her fairy aura shimmering, her wings are translucent. Isabella gazed at her, she is sleeping peacefully. She wished that she had that kind of peace. The dark room was scaring her, so she wandered to the window, where the moonlight and soft fresh air calmed her down.

Isabella felt different, again. There was something inside her, something powerful and unknown, that she didn't understand. It scared her many times, especially when the dreams came.

Quietly, Isabella ran towards Jenna's room. her bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor. She gently pushed open the door, Jenna was lying in bed, reading a book in the soft light of a candle. She looked up when she heard the door creak, her expression softening when she saw Isabella standing there.

"Isabella, my heart, what's wrong?" Jenna stand from bed and hugged Isabella.

Isabella hesitated for a moment, than jenna kiss on her forehead and she finally take a sign of relief.

"I had that dream again, Aunt," Isabella whispered, she is stammering. "The one with the dragon. It was so..so real... it was saying something, but I couldn't understand it."

"Oh, love, what its saying?" Jenna asked.
"Like, 'Aen enith ka’tar.' Isabella said.

Jenna stiffened, her gaze turning distant as if she recognized the phrase but hesitated to explain its meaning.

"And..and..In the dream, symbols and runes floated around the dragon, glowing faintly with an otherworldly light. They seemed to pulse with the dragon’s heartbeat. She didn’t know why, but they looked familiar, as if they were part of her." Isabella said fluently without taking a sigh.

With a gentle smile on her face. Jenna's heart melt as she hold Isabella tighter. She was thinking "How much longer can I keep her safe? How long until she learns the truth?fear tightening her chest."

She had always known that Isabella was different, more powerful than any dragon witches she had ever seen. And while she had tried to shield her from the truth, to protect her until the time was right, it was clear that Isabella's destiny was already beginning to unfold.