The truth hidden behind the moon's shadow was not easy to unveil. Now the fight for freedom will be all blood and bones. War is brewing on the edge of the horizon and kingdoms will fall at the tip of her blade.
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The shatter of glass spraying across the floor and the orange flames engulfing the dark towers of the palace was the first signal for Castrin to run.
The palace broke out into chaos, the screams of servants, maids, guards, and those who had nowhere else to go piercing through the walls and shaking the dead atmosphere awake. Castrin went around, signaling for them to follow him to the nearest escape room. His lungs burned with the desire for air, his mind spinning into a foggy haze.
The escape rooms were portals that stood grounded in limbo, trapped between different worlds and the afterworld. It wasn't a permanent solution to their problem but Castrin knew that it was the safest place for everyone else to be as he tried to hold his and their sanity together.
Spells spun in his head as he used them to unlock the portals, pushing as many beings as he could into the portals. Screams still drowned out his voice as he commanded them to follow his lead, but they soon died down as the doors soon closed and he was the only soul left standing in the hallway.
Another ball of fire crashed through the glass ceiling and caught the drapes in its deadly grip, the thick material waving in the air with a fiery trailblazing through the material. Castrin ran to tear the material down, stomping on the flames until little embers remained. Once he was done, he backed up to the staircase, his shaky breath loud in the empty hallway.
He waited, his heart beating through his chest as he listened for any more threats. His hand gripped the iron banister, his eyes searching for a threat. A little whisper of the breeze fluttered past the windows followed by whisperings.
What was that?
He turned around towards the other windows facing him to see the silhouette of a fire trail heading towards him. A tremendous force of power shook the palace, shaking loose pieces of glass unto the floor. The snarl of a dragon's roar echoed through the air followed by a flash of light before pools of fire flooded through the open glass. Castrin turned around and sprinted up the stairs, trying his best to avoid the trail of fire that followed him. A burst of light from the fire flung his way. With a huff, Castrin threw himself at the foot of a door, his eyes watering with tears as the streak of light shattered against the wall.
Without hesitating, he fumbled with the lock on the door until he was inside and safe from the chaos that was insinuating outside. Inside the room that was lit only by a single strand of moonlight, he could outline the body of Azura lying down on the bed, unconscious and bruised,
Alesandria sat in the corner, laughing maniacally to herself. "It's so satisfying watching this place burn to the ground after everything the Inner Circle has inflicted upon us," she said, looking out the window with a smile. "Don't you agree, Castrin?"
"Heather, you've got everything you wanted! Leave Alesandria alone!" Castrin pleaded, throwing himself to her feet. "Please! Alesandria doesn't deserve this! She's trying to find herself in this world and you manipulating her will not better the situation!"
