The Moon Ball is more than a celebration, the mages made it an enchanting display of magical mastery, with every corner of the hall touched by the elemental mages.
Above the marble floors, floating illuminating orbs hover in perfect formation. They shift and change colors in response to the commands of the mages stationed around the hall.
Some orbs flicker with bright, vibrant flames, casting a warm golden glow that dances like fireflies against the dark, while others shimmer with cool, azure light. The light works pulse in time with the music, illuminating the entire hall in waves of brilliant color.
The flowers adorning the hall, lush vines and delicate blooms are also imbued with magic. The young nature mages, have infused the blossoms with a gentle, radiant glow.
Rose petals with intricate patterns flicker with faint glimmers of light, while silver ivy snakes twinkling as if dusted with stardust.
The elemental mages controlling the lights and other magical displays are positioned strategically near the walls and columns, their movements subtle as they adjust the lighting to match the mood and energy of the ball.
The air around the flowers smells of honeyed nectar and fresh spring rain. The mages outdid themselves.
The platform at the center of the grand hall, raised above the dance floor for an unobstructed view, holds the Supreme Elder of Arcavell, Sylvanna.
Seated on a silver and amethyst throne that radiates an aura of authority. Her seat is positioned in the middle of a crescent arrangement, signifying her role as host and the most revered figure in the hall.
To her immediate right sits her daughter, the regal High Lady of Arcavell, Lyra, clad in deep, violet robe embroidered with runes of protection.
Next to her is Elendra, The Magistral heir of Arcavell, dressed in an intricate gown that sparkles like the night sky, her eyes scanning the crowd with an air of ambition and anticipation.
On either side of this central trio are the coven elders, each seated on silver-backed chairs that form a semi-circle around the Supreme Elder.
The elders are distinguished by the unique insignia representing their covens: blazing suns, storm clouds, winding rivers, and blooming vines, all infused subtly with magical light to showcase their elemental affiliations.
High-ranking mages with specialized skills stand behind them, ready to lend their support or showcase their magic as needed.
To the Supreme Elder's left on the platform, The King and Queen of Sylvaris, Lothar and Erielle Silvergroove, radiant and adorned with crowns that shimmer like woven moonlight and stardust, sit on high-backed chairs draped with silk the color of the deep forest.
The princess, Naris Silvergroove, elegantly sits to the queen's side, her gown fluttering like the petals of an enchanted flower whenever she moves.
And next to the princess, sitting with an air of relaxed confidence, is the young and mischievous fae prince, Eryndor.
He leans casually in his chair, a playful smirk on his lips as his bright eyes scan the hall.
The council elders of Sylvaris, each representing powerful families, sit in a row of carved, wooden chairs etched with magical sigils of growth and life.
On the right side of the Supreme Elder, reserved for the Alpha King of Krevandor, Fenrys, who's yet to make an appearance.
His chair, a massive seat of carved dark wood adorned with silver wolf motifs, is placed slightly apart from the others, emphasizing his need for personal space.
The Beta and Gamma's seats are placed on either side of the Alpha King but maintain a respectful distance, creating a subtle barrier between him and the rest of the hall.
Surrounding the Alpha King and his seconds sitting area, are a circle of wolf warriors, their stance disciplined and protective.
They stand in formation, their muscles under ceremonial uniforms that hint at both elegance and lethal power.
No female is allowed within three meters of the Alpha King; thus, the warriors form a living barrier that ensures this rule is adhered to.
Their positions form an invisible perimeter, making it clear that only those who are trusted may approach.
Other Alphas from powerful packs are seated in rows behind the main Alpha king, accompanied by their Lunas. Each couple is dressed in formal attire, reflecting the strength and unity of their packs. Maintaining their distance from the central royal cluster.
The dance floor is the heart of the hall, where couples glide gracefully, their movements fluid and elegant.
Young mages, seated in groups near the outer edges of the hall, watching the festivities with wide eyes, excitement bubbling beneath their composed exteriors. They are dressed in fine gowns and tailored suits, their attire glowing with enchantments that reflect their magical affinities.
The most eager amongst them are the young women, their eyes scanning the crowd for a chance to catch the attention of the royals, they dance about displaying their magical grace.
The Alpha King of Krevandor, Fenrys Thorne chose this moment to make his appearance. Accompanied by his Beta Rhydor Stormhowl and his Gamma Drakar.
Their postures are alert, their eyes constantly scanning the room for threats or potential challengers.
The once bubbling hall quietened at their appearance. their bloodthirsty auras filling the air, the maids feeling pressured till they shiver in fear.
Even the ever mischievous Fae prince sat upright with a solemn expression. while the females locked their glowing eyes to the fearsome Alpha king.
Alpha King Fenrys, standing tall in all his glory, his chiseled dashing face cold and emotionless, as he moves towards the right side, where their seats are reserved.
Feeling the tremendous aura radiating from Fenrys, Elara who's standing by the wall with other maids, nearly broke out in tears, though she's prepared to die, she couldn't help but shiver in fear when she saw the gallant man with the deadly aura.
Elendra reluctantly drew her eyes away from the dashing King and gave Norah a glare. It's time to act.
Norah who just recovered her wit and gestured to Elara to go serve the Alpha king. Giving the poor girl a pitiful glance before scurrying out of the hall. The pressure is too much for a weak maid like her.
Tightening her trembling hands on the tray she's holding, Elara cast a quick glance around the hall, wondering if she can make a dash for it and escape her death.
Crossing eyes with Elendra, who's got a smirk on her face, Elara watched as lightning sizzles between Elendra's dainty fingers on the table, she's ready to take action and won't let her escape.
She can either die tonight or live a worse life filled with torture, which will definitely be worse than before, since Elendra now have her grandmother's approval.
Fighting back her tears, Elara moved her feet as she inches towards the wolf warriors, her heart hammering fiercely on her ribcage, she can hear the sound loud and clear.
Seeing the alert wolf warriors surrounding the alpha king, Elara knew she couldn't even reach the alpha king before she lost her head.
Picking the guard at the extreme end, far out of sight of the king, Elara tried her luck, hoping Elendra's magic will fail and she's able to escape out of sight.
" D-drink for his h-highness the A-alpha king" Elara stammers as she hands the tray to the wolf warrior who stares intently at her, as if trying to sniff out any evil intent.
The wolf warrior didn't even let out a sound as he took the tray from her, and turned to handover the tray to the next guard closer to the Alpha King.
Feeling her mission accomplished, Elara turns around quickly wondering why Elendra didn't take action, but she couldn't care at this moment, she just wants to leave the hall.
Shuffling out of sight of the wolf guards, Elara's heart is in her throat, about to jump out any moment. She had just taken another step when she felt her body weightless, with the feeling of falling, Elara let out a scream subconsciously.
Her heart stopped as she realized Elendra's plan, 'teleportation spell'. Few people can accomplish such spells, and only few high mages can do it.
She's going to die immediately anyways and no one will bother to question how she, a useless mage, is able to use a teleportation spell to get close to the Alpha king.
Elara closed her eyes waiting for her death. 'pls make it quick' she thought.
Elendra sat upright in her seat as she watched Elara fall right above the Alpha king; if the guards didn't take action, she'd fall directly on the Alpha king.
Clenching her hands in a fist, a smile formed on her lips as she anticipates Elara being shredded to pieces by the Alpha's men, she could almost taste the victory.
She has paid a lot for Fredrick, the high level mage, to help her with the teleportation spell. Thinking of Fredrick's lecherous smile, Elendra's smile vanished. 'You must die, Elara'.
Fenrys is in a very bad mood, due to having to shut his sense of smell because of the large gathering, even though no female can get 3 meters near him, he can still perceive their smells from afar, it irritates his wolf and he's currently trying his best to control it, and not run a rampage here.
Fenrys had just raised his right hand to massage his aching head when he heard a girl's startled cry, sounding right on top of him, he raised his head in time to see a frail girl falling weakly, if there's no obstruction she'll fall straight into his arms.
From the corner of his eyes, He could see his Beta, Rhydor, about to take action against the falling girl.
Just as Fenrys was about to turn his eyes away, he heard his wolf's voice and had to unblock his sense of smell immediately.
A rush of wild honeysuckle with a hint of cedarwood assaulted his nose, the Alpha king was stunned, rooted to his seat, his raised head frozen in shock as his eyes locked at the falling girl. Time seems to have stopped at that moment, all Fenrys could hear was his wolf's voice happily shouting the word "MATE" all over again.