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He walked inside and the huge doors were shut behind him. He stopped walking a step away from the doors and stared at the huge room. It was as large as the Great Hall.
There were paintings on it's walls and even the ceiling had similar paintings. Painting of humans wielding magic and summoning beasts from other realms. Some summoned divine beasts while others were demonic beasts.
These were the humans blessed with gifts from the heavens or the underworld. Among them were the Shamans and the Mages. They could cultivate and use magic. Though humans could cultivate, the majority of them couldn't do that, they were just regular humans but the fact and the knowledge that they had magic affinity in their blood made them confident even amid other creatures.
He took a step forward and another until he reached the middle of the hall. He stopped and stared at the image of a specific man. A dragon mage.
Dragon mages, just like others have their sources of power either from the heavens or from hell, and they could be as strong as the Dragon shifters of Arcadia. They will grow stronger as long as they can recognize their source of power embrace it, and believe it.
This mage whom he was looking at right now was the strongest of all, he was so strong that he not only summoned beasts, he could even control the dragons of Arcadia as well. Because of his strength, the other humans strived to be like him and grew stronger and eventually, they broke the seal of darkness and released it into the realms.
Many lives were claimed before it could be stopped and sealed once again. It was this incident that killed his clan. The Noble Dragon clan. As the strongest clan and the kings of the realms, they were the ones to lead the war against the darkness.
The war also claimed the lives of many Shamans and Mages including this particular Mage. The rest of the humans fled, abandoning the battle and leaving the other creatures to defend them all. The death of their strongest mage caused fear and panic.
When the war was over and very few of each race were left, a barrier was created, dividing the land into realms. Each creature that inhabited a portion of the land was trapped there and the land became their world.
The once vast land was turned into multiple worlds with a barrier between them.
Arcadia, being the original and first world, has the highest number of inhabitants and so the highest portion of that land. But it came with a price, the Seal of Darkness was now in their realm, and their responsibility to keep it locked.
The fact that the humans were responsible for the war has this hall dedicated to them to keep history alive. But as time passed, it was almost forgotten by all of the people. In this case, Arzaan was glad that not many remember that part of their history anymore. Or his mate would face much more prejudice than she already was.
"How long has it been since anyone came down here, Arzaan?" Idril's voice echoed from behind him.
"Centuries," he replied without turning around. "It has been centuries,"
"And the memory is still as fresh as if it happened just yesterday," Idril stated.
Though they were both young when that happened, they were there and witnessed it all happen. That day was a day that they would never forget. They had both lost their families on those fateful days. Arzaan had the worst of it all, by having his entire clan killed and his position as the heir almost given to another.
"History will have to be revisited if the Queen is to be recognized," he said knowing that the people would know about this again once Hazel was said to be a Mage and a dragon mage at that. "How would you handle this?" he asked.
He was silent for a moment, still staring at the painting on the ceiling. Blinking, he looked away and then met the gaze of Idril. "When that time comes, I will do what is needed to be done, my mate stays with me," he said and Idril smiled, then he nodded.
"Very well," he said and he also stared at the painting. "Could she be his descendant?" he asked.
Arzaan seemed to pause in his thoughts as he turned to look at his friend. She might be his descendant. The fact that they were able to sense her through her heartbeat alone was proof of a strong bloodline.
"It is possible, right?" Idril said again, taking his eyes off the painting. "She comes from a powerful bloodline of Mages. It would be wonderful if she is,"
"That is yet to be proven," Arzaan said despite feeling gleeful at the thought that she comes from a powerful bloodline and would be more than strong enough to protect herself once she recognizes the source of her power. But he could not be certain when nothing is confirmed. He would be disappointed if that didn't happen to be it.
"If she is, the Dragon Elders, especially Drabor wouldn't accept it easily, they will make a fuss," Idril said and Arzaan looked at him wondering whose side he was on.
Shaking his head inwardly he looked away, he was already used to having this friends of his. "If that happens, then I will let them know who their king is," he replied and heard Idril chuckle.
"Of course, Your Majesty," he said with a bow of his head. Yeah, that was true, all he had to do was give them a reason to stay mute and they will be off his back. But those dragons didn't just spit out fire, they were also hot-headed, despite their age and wisdom. They could do anything when they felt disrespected.
"Let us make sure everything here is in order," Arzaan said and proceeded to take the first step.
Idril followed closely behind him as they went over everything in the hall one after the other and finally came to a stop at a corner where two crystal orbs were placed on an erected platform, side by side.
"I feel like touching it," Idril commented and stretched his hand towards it.
"Do you intend to break it?" Arzaan asked.
This was what they would use to know whether Hazel had the gift of a mage and from what source her power stems. He hoped it would be from the heavens because it would be even more troublesome if her gift was from the Underworld.