The moon cast silver streaks across the royal swimming pool, its still waters reflecting the star-speckled sky. A soft evening breeze rustled through the garden trees, carrying the distant sound of night creatures stirring in the shadows.
Billy approached the poolside with measured steps, his boots tapping lightly against the marble tiles. Beside him, Catherine, the ever-loyal maidservant, walked in silence. She had always been there, more than just a servant—perhaps the closest thing to a sister he had ever known.
Ahead, Queen Lysandra sat at the edge of the pool, her golden hair cascading down her back. Her feet skimmed the water, sending gentle ripples outward. But it wasn't just her.
Ella sat beside her, looking stronger than ever. Magus Ben's magic had fully healed her, restoring the vibrant spirit she had once lost.
Lysandra lifted her gaze as Billy approached, her expression unreadable yet filled with quiet intensity.
"Join us, Billy," she said softly. "I need to tell you something before the coming storm changes everything."
Billy hesitated. Something about her tone—calm, yet heavy with meaning—sent a chill through him.
"Is it about the origin of my powers?" he asked, stepping closer.
Lysandra nodded. "Yes. Ella's connection to them… and finally, a glimpse of the future."
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A Vision Foretold...
Lysandra's voice was steady as she began to unravel a tale long buried in secrecy.
Seven months after the birth of Kai and Ella, she had stumbled upon a forbidden vision inside the hidden royal museum.
She had taken the twins for a quiet stroll through the palace's most sacred halls, unknowingly leading them to the Wall of Fate—a massive, circular magic mirror that rarely revealed its truths unless provoked.
The moment she stepped before it, an ominous tremor rippled through the chamber. The mirror's surface flickered, then shook violently as visions of the future erupted before her eyes.
The first image was of Queen Elara, standing before the Avan throne, her fingers tracing its golden engravings with longing. Then, her gaze shifted to something hidden—a shadowed tome, ancient and pulsing with dark energy. The Dark Spellbook.
Elara's hands trembled as she flipped through its cursed pages, whispering incantations meant to bend love to her will—a desperate attempt to make King Morphine adore her beyond reason. But the magic did not stop there.
The mirror flashed again.
This time, it showed Kai, grown and hungry for power, standing beside his mother. His eyes burned with unyielding ambition, his hands reaching toward a glowing dark sphere—the Dark Orb.
Through the mirror's chilling revelations, Lysandra saw their twisted destiny—Elara and Kai, guided by the Orb's influence, leading an army of darkness against Avan Kingdom. Cities burned, shadows swallowed the sky, and the throne of Avan crumbled beneath their power.
The vision was so powerful that the twins—still just infants—began to cry, their tiny hands clutching at the air as if sensing the terrible future unfolding before them.
Lysandra fled the museum with them, her heart pounding in terror. She knew she couldn't ignore what she had seen. That very night, under the cover of darkness, she sought out the one person who could help her prevent the kingdom's fall—an elder woman from the tribe of Orthy, the legendary beast tamers.
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( Is this chapter too short ✍️🤔🤭???)