The Legacy Of Mecatopia: Awakening Of The Crown

Chapter:21 King Aegion I.

On the other hand, in the depths of castle, a figure moved silently, her form cloaked in the midnight shadows, her face hidden by a hood pulled low over her eyes. She stepped deeper into the hidden passages, her purpose concealed but her intent unmistakably dangerous. She was a storm bottled up, waiting to unleash her fury upon anyone who dared to interfere. She is moving like she knew the whole castle very well.

Her eyes gleamed, fierce and cunning, as she reached a door marked with archaic symbols, the faint glimmer of magic pulsing across it. With a flick of her hand, the symbols faded, as though they recognized her authority, allowing her to slip inside undeterred. She was alone, yet not. The flicker of torches caught glimpses of something, someone, waiting in the room, a shadowy figure barely discernible from the darkness.

"Salena," the figure's voice slithered out from the shadows, low and ominous. "You took longer than I expected."

She stepped forward, reveal her face with a cold smile. Her gaze colder than the dim torchlight. "Patience, old friend," she whispered. Her words were laced with venom, but they held a strange familiarity. "I come with questions, and I believe you have what I seek."

The figure's hollow laughter echoed in the chamber, unsettling and powerful. "Still meddling with powers that can consume even you?" he sneered, though there was a glint of admiration in his voice. "Not even Isabella would risk this."

Salena's lips curved into a twisted smile. "I am nothing like Isabella," she said sharply. "I am what this world needs and doesn't yet realize it." Her eyes burned with a twisted ambition as she pulled out an ancient chronicle, bound in dragonhide and marked with a sigil unknown to any but the darkest of mages.

The shadowy figure regarded it with narrowed eyes. "So, you found it, the chronicle that holds the truth of the future." He stretched a spectral hand toward it, and Salena let him hold it, though only barely. "The answers you seek are dangerous. And you... you are willing to pay the price?"

"Tell me what awaits her," Salena whispered, her voice like the edge of a dagger. "Tell me what her fate holds." Her fingers tensed, watching as the figure flipped open the chronicle, pages whispering secrets to him that only he could decipher.

"Isabella... her light may consume this world, but shadows can linger, Salena. Shadows like yours." the figure looked up,
With a wicked smile, dark, the figures lips are dark. "If you are bold enough to take them."

A chill danced down her spine, but her resolve hardened. She leaned closer, meeting his gaze even as her features were shrouded. "Then tell me how I ensure that her light never touches this world." The shadows seemed to grow darker around her, as if the room itself recognized her treachery, her hunger for power.

The figure closed the chronicle, leaning back into the dark. "Be careful, Salena," figure warned, figures voice dripping with malice. "In meddling with fate, you may awaken more than you can contain. A fire such as Isabella's could burn you, even from within the shadows."

But Salena only smirked, undeterred. "Then let her burn," she replied, her voice a low, dangerous murmur. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the chronicle spiraling into the darkness, leaving the figure with a cold chuckle.

"Until next time, old friend," she whispered, vanishing into the shadows.

The night sky stretched dark and endless, thick with a feeling of unrest. A lone wolf's howl echoed through the air, sending a chill down the spine of any who might hear it, and perhaps even deeper into Isabella and Sirela's hearts. They stood in the mist-laden field, hands clasped tightly, prepared to cast a spell that would take them to an unknown place, a place only Isabella had seen in vision.