The legend of the sun-blessed child

Part I: chapter XV

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Tensions rise in Arendelle as Kristoff and Elsa clash over Anna's frozen state. The sage then reveals that Aby may hold the key to saving Anna, with her unique powers potentially amplifying Flynn's sun drop magic and Aurora's fairy magic. Flynn accepts the mission to find Aby, knowing she may be Anna's last hope. After leaving the castle, Flynn reunites with Robin at the docks, where Robin has secured a ship and a questionable crew. Together, they set off in search of Aby, guided by a chart of potential routes. King Triton senses the disturbance from Flynn's power and emerges from the depths to confront the ship, warning Flynn and Robin not to disrupt his truce with Hades. Triton reveals that Hades is the true master of darkness behind the chaos, complicating the situation further. He instructs Flynn to be patient and promises that Aby is currently safe in a distant kingdom. With a renewed sense of purpose, Flynn heeds Triton's warning, determined to find Aby without provoking further conflict.

The sage appeared in the ruins of Atlantis, his breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight once more. This was the third time he had ventured into the forgotten realm, but today was different. Today, he was after something he had never thought he would need—Zephyrus's diary.

For centuries, the diary had been whispered about among those who still sought the truth about Atlantis's fall, but it had never seemed essential to the sage's studies. He had spent years reconstructing fragments of Atlantean history, piecing together how their civilization had once flourished before its catastrophic collapse. However, now that he had sensed the lingering power after the battle at Hades's palace—a power unmistakably connected to the long-lost Atlantean magic—he knew he needed to understand more. And the only place to find those answers was buried within Zephyrus's forgotten laboratory.

He walked through the ruined streets, his staff lighting the path. The devastation was still overwhelming, even after so many centuries. What drove them to such destruction? he wondered, feeling the weight of his task ahead.

At the heart of Atlantis lay the ancient workshop of Zephyrus. The inventor had been one of the most brilliant minds of his time, but also one of the most feared. His creations were said to have blurred the line between man and god, channeling powers far beyond what mortals should wield. The sage pushed open the heavy, corroded door to the laboratory, and it groaned under the strain of centuries of neglect.

Inside, the scene was as he expected—an eerie stillness, untouched since the city's fall. The lab was a mess of broken devices and scattered notes, all covered in a thick layer of dust. In the far corner, the remains of what was once Zephyrus's main workspace lay, and amid the rubble, the sage saw them: two skeletons, locked in eternal silence.

Zephyrus and a woman, likely his wife. Their bones were entwined, as if they had fallen together in their final moments.

The sage felt a chill run down his spine. They died here, not fleeing, not fighting. What had caused them to remain? He moved closer, crouching down to inspect the remains. Something glinted beneath the debris. Brushing the dust away, he found what he had come for: the diary of Zephyrus, bound in ancient leather, still intact.