Beyond the veil of humanity, In a world where demons, vampires, werewolves, witches, and fairies coexist, the delicate balance of power is disrupted by the emergence of a forbidden mixed-breed. As prophecies unfold and allegiances shift, the fate of...
The Legion Clan's Assembly Hall fell silent as Queen Lyrebird and Queen Zephyrine stood before the gathered members. The soft creaking of the glass floor beneath Queen Lyrebird's feet was the only sound as she began to speak.
Queen Lyrebird's gaze swept the room, her eyes locking onto Lord Xoray's for a fleeting moment before she continued,
"We've been searching for this lad, but perhaps there's another way. A ritual, holds the key to uncovering his identity." Her voice trembled slightly as she paused.
The room remained still, the only movement being the flickering candles casting eerie shadows on the walls.
"However," Queen Lyrebird's voice dropped to a whisper,
"We're incomplete. Lady Macbeth's passing left a void, and without her, the ritual cannot be fulfilled." Her eyes met Lord Xoray's once more, and she swallowed hard.
"I suggest Lord Xoray takes her place," Queen Lyrebird proposed, her words hanging in the air.
The silence was oppressive, until King Finnan rose to his feet, his deep voice breaking the stillness.
"Are we doing this?"
Queen Ayla's hand shot up, followed by Lady Nova's hesitant smile and murmured agreement. Lord Xoray remained impassive, his piercing gaze seeming to bore into the souls of those around him. The air around him pulsed with dark, swirling power.
With a deep breath, Queen Lyrebird began, "It's an ancient spell..." She blew dust from the yellowed pages of the worn leather-bound book cradled in her arms.
The members formed a circle,as Queen lyrebird sat in the middle of the circle
"Hands?.."
They joined hands, electric sparks danced between them, each light signifying the unique essence of their powers. The air thickened, heavy with anticipation.
Queen Lyrebird's lips moved slowly at first, chanting incantations that grew louder and more urgent. The room vibrated with building energy, until a blinding white light enveloped them.
As the light faded, Queen Lyrebird's eyes snapped open to reveal a vision:
A raven-haired girl, no more than sixteen, with curls cascading down her back, stood before a cave entrance. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she dug the ground with her hands the Earth's soil entering her fingers before bringing out a black orb.
"If Father can't find this," the girl muttered, "he won't ruin my life." Her voice cracked.
Queen Lyrebird tried to call out, but the girl remained oblivious, lost in her own world. The scene unfolded like a dream, cloudy and white, yet tinged with desperation.
The girl hid the orb beneath her dress and sprinted forward, Queen Lyrebird's spirit following. They reached a windswept cliff, the girl's feet halting at the edge.
Queen Lyrebird's voice was trapped in her throat as the girl sat, the orb beside her. Flickering lights danced at her fingertips, a testament to her burgeoning magic.
"A witch?...i don't even understand where this is going.." Queen Lyrebird whispered, confusion etched on her face.
The girl's voice rose, a vow of defiance. "I'll run far away after I break this stupid thing." She rose to her feet holding the orb as she slammed the orb on the ground, shattering it. Black ash poured out, mingling with the wind with a little hiss..like a quench
"Father," the girl's voice broke, "I'll never forgive you... This is for Mother, and sister Lulu. You took them away from me... Now I'll take the one thing that matters more to you than your own family."
She kicked the broken orb down the cliff and was about walking away when she felt a pull..she struggled to lose free as it kept dragging her to the edge.. suddenly
A man's anguished cry echoed through the vision:
"Imara! Imara!" He fell to his knees, catching the girl as she stumbled backward.
Dark magic engulfed her, seeping into her eyes, ears, and mouth. Her skin transformed, deathly pale with black veins coursing through her body like a malevolent network,she shook violently in his arms.
Queen Lyrebird's eyes welled up with tears as the man's despairing cry grew louder. He rose, cradling the girl's limp form, and then, in a heart-wrenching moment, hurled her over the cliff's edge.
"No!" Queen Lyrebird's scream was lost in the vision, her spirit helpless as the girl's slender frame plummeted into the unknown...
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