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Chapter 17 - Chapter 17: Dark Night of the Soul

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting long shadows that danced across the forest floor. Eleanor stood at the edge of the clearing, her brow furrowed in deep contemplation. Doubt gnawed at her heart, a relentless whisper that refused to be silenced.

"Morgana's voice," Eleanor murmured to herself, the realization sending a shiver down her spine. It felt as if the sorceress herself had invaded her mind, weaving a web of doubt and despair.

Drakon approached, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the turmoil of Eleanor's thoughts. "Are you alright, Eleanor?" he asked, concern etched in the lines of his face.

Eleanor shook her head, her voice barely a whisper. "I don't know, Drakon. I can't shake this feeling of doubt. What if we're not strong enough to stop Morgana? What if we fail?"

Drakon placed a gentle hand on Eleanor's shoulder, his touch grounding her in the present moment. "We cannot afford to doubt ourselves, Eleanor. Our mission is too important. We must stand united against Morgana's darkness, no matter the cost."

Ezekiel joined them, his glowing purple eyes reflecting the moonlight. "Drakon is right, Eleanor. We are stronger together. We cannot let Morgana's whispers of doubt tear us apart."

Eleanor nodded, her resolve strengthening in the face of her friends' unwavering support. But even as she tried to push aside her doubts, a shadow fell over her thoughts, dark and foreboding.

"It's happening again," she whispered, her voice tinged with fear. "I can feel Morgana's presence, lurking in the shadows of my mind."

Drakon's grip tightened on Eleanor's shoulder, his own unease palpable. "We must be vigilant, Eleanor. We cannot let Morgana's darkness consume us."

But despite their best efforts, Eleanor felt herself being drawn deeper into the abyss of doubt. She questioned her abilities, her worthiness to lead their fight against Morgana. The weight of their shared destiny pressed down on her, threatening to crush her spirit.

And then, as if sensing her vulnerability, Morgana struck. With a whispered incantation, she wove a spell of darkness that enveloped Eleanor's mind, clouding her thoughts and bending her will to her own.

Eleanor fought against the enchantment, her mind a battleground of conflicting emotions. But try as she might, she could not break free from Morgana's grasp. Her vision blurred, her senses dulled, until she was consumed by a darkness so profound that she could no longer distinguish friend from foe.

As Eleanor succumbed to the darkness, her friends watched helplessly, their hearts heavy with despair. They knew that their beloved leader was in grave danger, trapped in a nightmare of Morgana's making.

But even as they grieved for Eleanor's plight, a flicker of hope remained. For they knew that as long as they stood united, there was still a chance to rescue her from the clutches of darkness. And so, with determination burning bright in their hearts, Drakon, Ezekiel, and their companions set off into the night, determined to free Eleanor from the grip of Morgana's sinister spell.