The opulent chamber, usually a sanctuary of power and elegance, was thick with a suffocating tension. Queen Elara, once a woman whose laughter echoed like the chime of bells, now stood, her face a mask of rage, eyes burning with an unnatural light."A betrayal, so cleverly concealed," she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "The king's secret love, a foolish obsession that will undo us all." She slammed a hand on the ornately carved table, the heavy oak groaning under her force. "But the truth is out, and I shall use it to myadvantage."As she spoke, an aura of dark energy crackled around her. It pulsed, a sickly green glow that illuminated her face with an eerie luminescence. "Jenevieve, the first female knight. A name erased from history, but her magic still lingers," Elara said, her voice a chilling whisper. "She tried to shield her power, to hide it from the eyes of those who sought to control it. But I, Elara, the true heir to Raia's ancient magic, can see the truth. I can feel it coursing through the very fabric of this kingdom."The room was suddenly frigid, a cold that seeped into the bones. A large tapestry on the wall, depicting the kingdom's history, began to shimmer, its vibrant colours fading into a sickly grey. The image of the king, standing tall and proud, vanished, replaced by a haunting silhouette. Then, as if conjured from the very shadows of the room, a shadowy figure emerged from the tapestry, its eyes glowing red. It was Jenevieve, her ethereal form barely visible. Her face was contorted with grief and anger, her eyes fixed upon the queen. "You dare to use her power for your own gain?" she whispered, her voice a raspy echo that resonated through thechamber. "She would never have allowed such darkness."Elara, her eyes gleaming with a cruel, almost manic excitement, laughed. "A ghost, a phantom. You can't stop me," she said, her voice ringing with confidence. "Her power is mine now, and I will use it to make Raia bow before me."The queen raised her hand, the emerald ring she wore flashing with a blinding light. The air crackled with magic, the shadows in the room twisting and contorting. A surge of raw power, dark and corrupting, emanated from her, sending shivers down Jenny's spine. She could feel the magic resonating with her own, a dangerous pull that threatened to overwhelm her."No," Jenny whispered, her voice trembling with fear. "You can't do this. You can't destroy everything she fought for."Elara ignored her, her gaze locked on the shadowed figure of Jenevieve. "You were a fool, Jenevieve, to try to hide your power," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "But now, it is mine, and I will use it to reshape Raia in my image."The queen unleashed a torrent of power, a wave of dark magic that swept through the chamber. Jenny felt a jolt of energy, a searing pain in her chest as if her very soul was being torn apart. She staggered back, her hands instinctively reaching out to protect herself.The room was plunged into darkness, the air thick with the stench of ozone. The tapestry was consumed by flames, the image of Jenevieve disappearing in a swirl of smoke and fire. The queen stood amidst the chaos, her eyes glowing with an almost unearthly light."The kingdom is mine," she whispered, her voice ringing with power and chilling confidence. "The reign of darkness has begun."
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Erased by time
Fantasya modern day women realises that one of her ancestors held such a big secret that it could reshape the history books as we know it
