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Every fiber of my being thrummed as foreign magic surged through me, relentless and all-consuming. It tore through my soul, shredding the remnants of who I once was. My body was no longer my own—each fragment reformed, reshaped, perfected into something inhuman.
My senses exploded, sharpening to an unbearable clarity. The world around me felt alive in ways I could not have imagined; every sound, every flicker of light was a symphony and a storm, all at once.
In the eye of my mind, they appeared.
My father and sister emerged from the shadows, their figures illuminated by the faint, flickering glow of his torch. His left hand gripped the flame, unsteady but persistent, while his right guided her—frail and silent—toward me.
"Father…" The word clawed its way from my throat, weak and fractured, trembling under the weight of dread. A wave of realization crashed over me, dragging me into its dark depths.
They said nothing. Their silence was deafening, a hollow void that gnawed at my sanity. Their eyes—once so full of warmth—were now black, bottomless abysses that swallowed the light. No trace of soul remained.
"Father… Sister…" I reached out, my hand trembling, but they didn't respond. They weren't truly there. They were echoes, shadows of what I had lost. Empty shells, bound to haunt me forever. And I knew—this power that now consumed me had taken everything.
A sharp, searing pain erupted in my chest, forcing me to my knees. My hands clawed at the ground, nails digging into the earth as the magic raged within me like a wildfire. It wasn't just power; it was something ancient, something alive, and it demanded everything. My body burned as if it were being forged anew in an unseen crucible.
The vision of my father and sister persisted, unwavering. I couldn't look away. Their lifeless gazes bore into me, haunting, accusing. The torch in my father's hand flared brighter, illuminating their hollow faces, and for a fleeting moment, I thought I saw them smile.
"Why?" I choked out, the question directed to no one and everything all at once. "Why are you here? What… what do you want from me?"
They stepped closer, and I could feel the chill emanating from them, a cold that seeped into my bones despite the fire raging within. My sister's delicate frame seemed smaller, frailer than I remembered, her head tilting unnaturally as if her neck could no longer hold its weight. My father's torchlight revealed cracks in their skin, like porcelain fractured by unseen hands.
And then, they spoke—not with words, but with the soundless whisper of thoughts invading my mind.
"You've been chosen, Felix."
The voice was both theirs and not theirs, a chorus of echoes laced with something far darker, far older.
"Chosen to become the vessel."
"No…this feel wrong.." I shook my head violently, trying to dispel their words, their presence, their unbearable truth. But the magic within me pulsed in response, and I knew there was no denying it.
The torch in my father's hand shattered, its light swallowed by the void. Darkness consumed them, consumed everything, until only the golden chain wrapped around my arms glowed faintly in the abyss.
Another unfamiliar voice, louder than the whisper earlier, unrelenting. "Embrace it, or lose yourself completely."
And in that moment, I realized—there was no way back. This magic wasn't something I could control. It was me now, and it had taken everything I loved as its price.
The Golden Dragon had awakened.
As the torrent of power finally settled within me, my body hummed with an unnatural stillness, like the calm after a violent storm. My senses sharpened to an unbearable clarity, catching the faint murmurs of my friends in the distance. Their voices wavered, tinged with worry, but I couldn't focus on them—not when the dragon's clairvoyant ability surged to life within me, unbidden and relentless.
In my mind's eye, the vision unfolded.
A woman stood in the shadows, shrouded in a cloak of white velvet. Slowly, deliberately, she drew back her hood, revealing a cascade of white hair that shimmered like moonlight. My breath hitched as she turned, her piercing gaze meeting mine.
It was her. My mother.
She stood amidst ruin, the world crumbling around her as flames licked at the sky. I saw her raise her hand, dark magic spiraling from her fingertips, tearing through everything in her path. The air itself seemed to bow to her will. She was the architect of this destruction.
The vision shattered, leaving me reeling. My heart thundered in my chest, and before I could stop myself, the words escaped my lips:
"We must go to Whitestone."
The room fell silent. All eyes turned to me, their expressions a mixture of shock and confusion. Abel was the first to break the silence. "Why?" he asked, his voice uncertain, as though he wasn't sure he wanted the answer.
My lips moved before I could even think, the words dragging themselves out in a voice that wasn't entirely my own—a voice laced with the dragon's ancient power.
"I'm going to kill my mother."
The weight of my own words hit me like a blow. My friends stared at me, their faces frozen in disbelief, but it was nothing compared to the chill that gripped my soul. My voice—it hadn't been just mine. A foreign tone wove through it, cold and resolute, as though the dragon itself had spoken through me.
I clenched my fists, the veins in my arm glinting gold faintly in the dim light. My mind raced, torn between the overwhelming truth of the vision and the impossible reality it presented.
My mother—my creator, my guide—was the source of it all. She had betrayed us. And now, I was the only one who could stop her.
But as the dragon's power stirred within me, I couldn't help but wonder: was I still Felix, or had I already become something else entirely?