The Last Dragon Blood: Isabella's Rise And The Seven Titans

Chapter:13 The Seven Titans.

The potion class was buzzing with students, all gathering together, whispering in small groups. Isabella couldn't help but feel a strange sense of tension in the air. Her heart pounded, and she kept seeing quick flashes, like shadows in her mind, of mysterious figures she couldn't recognize. She was getting visions again, but this time, they felt more urgent, more... dangerous. She tried to shake it off but felt something was wrong.

Suddenly, she noticed Lysandra standing nearby, looking pale and fragile. Isabella's eyes widened as she watched dark veins start spreading across Lysandra's skin, almost like they were crawling. Her friend's whole body was slowly turning a sickly shade of black, her veins twisting out, dark and eerie. Lysandra's eyes rolled back as she managed to mumble one last word before collapsing, "The Titans..."

Gasps echoed throughout the room. Isabella rushed to Lysandra, shaking her shoulders gently, calling out her name. Her hands were trembling as she held her friend, scared and confused. Lysandra lay cold and still, and all Isabella could do was hold her, feeling helpless as she watched her friend drift into some unknown place, fighting something dark that she couldn't see.

The room fell silent as Professor Eldryn entered the class, his face grim. He cleared his throat and said in a quiet voice, "The event of the Arcane Ascendancy... is going to be canceled."

Students murmured, confusion and sadness spreading quickly. The Arcane Ascendancy was one of the most important events, a celebration that brought magic and humans together, showing the beauty of their world without fear. Isabella looked around, seeing the disappointment in her classmates' faces. The cancellation felt like giving up.

As the professor left, Isabella didn't hesitate. She followed him down the long, empty hallway and stopped him. "Professor, you can't cancel the event," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "People need this... Humans, the children, they don't know what's happening in the world. If we cancel it, they'll feel the fear even more when they learn."

Professor Eldryn turned to her, his expression softening. He sighed, and after a long pause, he nodded. "Alright, Isabella. For you, and for everyone else, the event will continue. But it must stay between us, do you understand?"

Isabella nodded, relief flooding her. They walked back to the class together, and when the professor announced that the Arcane Ascendancy would still take place, the students cheered, laughter and hope filling the room again. Only Isabella and the professor knew the real weight of the choice they had made.

Yet, as Isabella glanced at her friend lying weak and cold, she couldn't shake the dread that this was just the beginning of something much darker. Once, Isabella was a timid girl with a small heart, frightened even by the sight of a lizard, running to Aunt Jenna to handle it. Now, she stands as a force, her once innocent world replaced by relentless dangers. The once sweet peace that filled her life has faded, now her mind endures visions that torment her day and night, haunting her every thought. Her heart pained not for herself but for her best friend, Lysandra, as she desperately searches for a cure, driven by an unwavering resolve. She has changed, her spirit hardened, transformed by the battles she now faces.

In the dead of night, Mecatopia is a silent contrast to the grand preparations for the Arcane Ascendancy. While everyone busies themselves with decorations and excitement, Isabella is alone in her dimly lit room, working tirelessly over a potion in the shadows. The cure. She's found it, but it came at a tremendous cost-her own sleepless nights, sacrifices, and the pain of watching Lysandra slip further away. A first-year shouldn't be able to create such a complex remedy, but her drive goes far beyond magic skills; it's her heart.

Isabella's hands shake as she finally lifts the vial, hope flickering in her weary eyes. She turns to look at Lysandra, lying in the bed nearby, but the sight breaks her heart all over again. Lysandra's body is pale, shrouded in a black mist, her veins dark and twisted like cracks in stone. Her face is sunken, a fragile shadow of her former self, with her once-vibrant hair now dull. The curse of the Shadow Titan has taken a brutal toll on her.