Seraphina's eyes widened at the sight of crimson on her doorstep as she came to a halt. The deep red stain, stark against the pale stone, sent shivers down her spine, a foreboding omen she couldn't ignore. With every fiber of her being on high alert, she stepped closer, her breath catching in her throat as she recognized the unmistakable scent of dragonfire lingering in the air.
Fear mingled with curiosity as she traced the crimson trail with her fingertips, her heart pounding in her chest. It led her through the winding corridors of an ancient castle, its walls whispering secrets of forgotten tales and long-lost magic. Each step carried her deeper into a realm of mystery, the weight of anticipation growing heavier with each passing moment.
The trail of dragonfire led her to a secluded chamber, hidden away from prying eyes. As she pushed open the heavy doors, her gaze met a scene of awe-inspiring beauty and danger. There, bathed in the flickering glow of candlelight, stood a majestic creature—an elegant dragon, its scales shimmering like molten gold, its fiery breath a testament to its formidable presence.
But it was not the dragon alone that held her attention; it was the figure standing beside it. A man, tall and regal, with a commanding aura that seemed to fill the room. His piercing eyes mirrored the intensity of a tempest, holding within them a depth of wisdom and power that both intrigued and unsettled her. Seraphina knew, with an inexplicable certainty, that she was standing before none other than the Crown Prince himself.
He approached her slowly, his voice resonating through the chamber, captivating her senses. "Seraphina, daughter of the Glass Weaver, you are chosen by destiny to be my bride, the one who will unite our kingdoms and bring balance to the realms."
Conflicting emotions swirled within Seraphina—fear, fascination, and an unexpected attraction that ignited like a flame in her chest. Her mind raced, grappling with the weight of her decision. She had dreamt of adventure and purpose, but this path laid before her was far more treacherous and uncertain than she could have imagined.
With a resolute breath, she met the Crown Prince's gaze, her eyes shining with determination. "I am but a humble weaver, unversed in the ways of kings and queens. How can I fulfill such a destiny?"
The Crown Prince's lips curved into a knowing smile. "You possess a strength that surpasses the might of armies, a spirit that burns as brightly as the stars. Within you lies a power waiting to be awakened, a power that will guide you on this journey and shape the fate of our realms."
As Seraphina reached out to touch the Crown Prince's outstretched hand, she felt the weight of her choice settle upon her. Her life would be forever changed, entwined with the destiny of dragons and the fragile yet unyielding threads of love that would bind their fates together.
Her eyes snapped open, the feeling of a cold sweat making the rough linen of her work shirt stick to her skin like a second skin. She took a moment to steady her breath, her heart still racing from the intensity of the dream. The remnants of the Crown Prince's words echoed in her mind, lingering like an ethereal whisper.
Gathering her resolve, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and planted her bare feet on the cool wooden floor. She reached for the shawl her Mother had woven for her, the intricate patterns and delicate threads a testament to her family's artistry. The soft fabric brought her a sense of comfort, grounding her in the familiar.
As she made her way through the corridors of her family's home, she found herself drawn to the workshop where her mother spent countless hours crafting their renowned glass creations. The room, filled with the scent of melting sand and the soft glow of the furnace, was a sanctuary of sorts.
Entering the workshop, she traced her fingers over the finished glass pieces on display—a kaleidoscope of colors and forms that captured the essence of beauty itself.
Seraphina's gaze lingered on a delicate dragon figurine, its iridescent scales shimmering in the gentle light. It reminded her of the dragon in her dream, its majestic presence, and the profound connection she had felt with it.
Her mother, Elara, appeared from behind a workbench, her hands adorned with protective gloves and a smile on her face. "Good morning," she greeted, her voice filled with warmth. "What brings you to the workshop so early?"
Seraphina sighed, a mixture of apprehension and longing in her voice. "I had a strange dream, Mother. It felt so real, like a glimpse into another world. I saw dragons and... the Crown Prince."
Elara's expression darkened as she approached her daughter. "Dreams have a way of revealing truths, Seraphina. They can guide us to paths we never thought possible. What did the dream show you?" her voice wavered as she spoke, slowly pulling her working gloves from her hands.
Seraphina recounted the details of her dream, from the meeting with the Crown Prince and dragon to the weight of her choice. Her mother listened intently, her eyes distant and cloudy as she wrung her hands.
"Dragons," Elara murmured, her voice almost reverent, but as quickly as it came it was gone.
She glanced down at her Mother, a strand of her auburn hair falling in her face, "Well, a dragon. One to be exact. It was the exact color of molten gold-"
Her mother cut her off sharply as she stood, her hands reaching for the keys to the shop, "Sera, listen to me," she whispered, her voice cold as she grasped her hands, "Seraphina, this dream you had... It's not a dream. It's a warning." Elara's voice trembled with a mix of fear and determination.
Seraphina's heart skipped a beat at her mother's words. "A warning? What do you mean, Mother? What am I being warned about?"
Her mother sighed deeply before locking the door and pulling the shutters closed.
Elara's grip on Seraphina's hands tightened, her eyes searching her daughter's face. "The dragon you saw in your dream, the one the color of molten gold... It's not a mere creature of fantasy. It's real, and it represents something far greater than you can imagine."
Seraphina's mind raced, trying to comprehend the gravity of her mother's words. "Real? How can that be? The last dragon died ages ago, did it not?"
Elara took a deep breath, her eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and resolve. "That doesn't matter now, I thought I would have more time," she muttered before throwing open a cupboard.
"More time? For what?" Serafina questioned, her arms crossed and her voice laced with annoyance as she watched her mother shove various tomes into an old leather bag.
Elara simply shook her head, "I won't have the time to explain it to you now, but I will-"
But before she could finish her sentence, a sudden commotion outside the workshop caught their attention. The sound of heavy footsteps and urgent voices echoed through the door, growing louder by the second.
Seraphina's eyes widened with concern. "What's happening?"
Elara's face paled, and she hurriedly closed the bag, securing it tightly. "We don't have time, Seraphina. They're coming for us, take this," feeling a cool sensation spread across her palm, Seraphina looked down to see a small crystal ball, about the size of a pebble.
She looked up at her mother incredulously, "What's this?"
Elara's voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and determination. "It's a scr-"
All Seraphina could hear was ringing in her ears, and the feeling of warmth spread across her burning body. Her eyes fluttered shut involuntarily, and she felt herself losing consciousness. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a different place altogether.
Gone was the workshop, the familiar scents, and sounds. Instead, she stood in a vast, ancient forest. Towering trees surrounded her, their branches stretching toward the sky. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor.
Confusion washed over Seraphina as she glanced around, clutching the crystal ball tightly in her hand. "Mother?" she called out, her voice echoing through the trees. But there was no response.
With a mix of trepidation and determination, Seraphina took a deep breath and began to explore the forest. As she ventured deeper, she noticed peculiar markings on the tree trunks, symbols etched into the bark. It was as if they were guiding her, leading her in a particular direction.