"Abigail, Abigail, are you okay?" Lucky's voice was filled with concern as he rushed over to her side, his eyes scanning her for any signs of distress.
Opening her eyes, Abigail blinked several times, trying to clear the blur from her vision. It felt as though she had just been pulled back from the brink of oblivion.
Coughing weakly, she struggled to make sense of her surroundings, her gaze flitting around the room until it settled on Lucky's worried face looming over her.
"Are you okay, Abi? How are you feeling?" Lucky's gentle hands helped her to sit up, offering her support.
"What... what just happened?" Abigail's voice was hoarse as she struggled to piece together the fragments of her memory. The events leading up to this moment felt like a disjointed blur, and she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that lingered in the air.
"Nothing, nothing happened, you just suddenly couldn't breathe well and lost consciousness. I don't know why that happened," Lucky explained, his voice laced with worry as he recounted the events.
As Abigail's mind cleared, her eyes widened in shock at the chaos surrounding them. Their once serene room now resembled a battleground, with scattered debris and flickering flames casting eerie shadows on the walls.
"What the heck happened here? Why is our room like this?" Abigail's voice trembled with disbelief and confusion.
"A trespasser just came in, so I took care of him," Lucky replied tersely, his eyes scanning the room for any lingering threats.
"And that is why our room is like this? What the... did you fight with fire or what?" Abigail's incredulous question hung in the air, but Lucky chose to ignore it as he gently scooped her up into his arms, his focus solely on ensuring her safety.
"We are leaving here. We'll go live in my other house until this place is repaired, and then we can come back if you want," Lucky declared with firm resolve, determined to keep Abigail safe.
"No, no wait, you have to..." Abigail attempted to interject, but Lucky cut her off.
"No more words. Let's get you to the hospital first," he insisted gently, his voice softened with concern as he lifted her into his arms and swiftly made his way out of the room. The urgency in his movements reflected his determination to prioritize her well-being above all else.
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In the eerie ambiance of the smoky chamber, Ziyad's silhouette emerged, a haunting figure cloaked in shadows and surrounded by wisps of dark mist. Blood trickled from his lips, staining his pale skin, while small wounds marked his body like grim reminders of his recent ordeal.
"Lucky, what the hell is wrong with you? Shouldn't you be suspicious when she wakes up all by herself... like that is impossible for any mere human to do," he muttered with a mixture of disbelief and frustration, his words tainted by the metallic taste of blood.
"And that's why you nearly killed me today, wonderful," he sneered sarcastically, his laughter echoing in the cavernous room like a chilling symphony of madness. With a deft flick of his hand, he commanded the tendrils of smoke to coil around his wounds, their dark energy pulsing as they worked to mend his torn flesh and seal his injuries with an ominous glow.
"Why are you so naive, Damon?" he chided himself, his tone laced with self-directed reproach. "You need to face reality. Love is just a myth, a foolish notion that blinds fools like you. Wake up, man."
As the last traces of blood vanished and his wounds sealed shut, ziyad voice took on a tone of grim resolve, tinged with a hint of anticipation. "Don't worry," he murmured to the empty space, his words carrying a quiet determination. "We'll cross paths again, sooner or later."
With a heavy sigh, he gathered his thoughts, steeling himself for the challenges that lay ahead. In the stillness of the chamber, his words hung in the air like a solemn vow, a testament to the complexities of his fate and the trials yet to come.
Back in the Black Dragon
In the dimly lit chamber, thick tendrils of smoke curled around Zuka as he delved into his arcane rituals, his focus absolute and unwavering. Amidst the ethereal haze, Ziva's voice cut through the mystical atmosphere, carrying both urgency and relief.
"Master Zuka, Velverosa is back," Ziva announced, her words laced with a palpable sense of urgency. "I can feel her energy, and her light has returned."
At the sound of her proclamation, Zuka's incantations halted abruptly, the swirling smoke dissipating to reveal his imposing figure. His eyes, usually shrouded in an enigmatic veil, now bore a glint of anticipation tempered with caution as he absorbed Ziva's revelation.
"She is back alive," Zuka acknowledged, his voice a measured cadence that echoed through the now-clear chamber. "That's good news indeed."
"Just let me know if anything happens to her so I can help before it is too late, understood?" Zuka's tone was both commanding and filled with a subtle sense of concern as he awaited Ziva's confirmation.
"Yes sir, I will inform you as soon as possible," Ziva responded promptly, her voice resonating with unwavering loyalty and deference.
Zuka's piercing gaze softened slightly as he sought reassurance. "So everything is back to normal now?"
"Yes sir, all is fine now," Ziva confirmed, her words carrying a sense of relief that mirrored her master's sentiments.
"That's great," Zuka acknowledged, though a flicker of distrust momentarily clouded his features. "So keep a close eye on her. I don't trust that girl anymore."
"Okay sir," Ziva replied, her demeanor reflecting a readiness to heed his instructions without question.
"I will get going now," Zuka declared, a subtle hint of anticipation coloring his voice as he prepared to depart, leaving behind an atmosphere charged with the lingering echoes of dark enchantments and whispered secrets.