That night, as cold wind crept through the cracks of the stone walls, Elara fell into uneasy sleep.
And once again, she came.
A beautiful woman — cloaked in light — stepped forward in the dream meadow, just like always. Her silver hair flowed, and her eyes held the kind of sadness only mothers knew.
She sat beside Elara and gently placed a hand over her heart.
“You are not alone,” she whispered.
Elara’s eyes filled. “Who are you? Why do I keep seeing you?”
But the woman just smiled softly, like always, fading before answering.
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But woke up instead, heart racing.
Before she could even catch her breath, the sound of keys clattered.
The heavy iron door of her cell creaked open.
Two guards stood at the entrance. “Come,” one ordered. “The Queen awaits.”
They led her silently through stone hallways lit with flickering torches, then out toward the garden where moonlight fell like snow.
There, standing tall and deadly, was Vishkaniya.
She smiled darkly as Elara was pushed to her knees.
“So,” she said coldly, “your end has come.”
Elara clenched her fists. “Why are you doing this?”
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“Call the old witch,” she ordered the guard. “I want her to see my victory — and her own death, right after yours.”
The air thickened. Soon, the old woman from the Realm of Light was brought forth — bound, but unbroken.
Vishkaniya laughed. “See this, old fool? The girl is mine. Your realm will fall.”
But the old woman only smiled calmly and said:
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You are afraid. And that fear will undo you.”
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She whispered a spell under her breath — and the entire scene shattered.
The garden, the guards, the old woman — all disappeared into mist.
Elara suddenly stood on a rocky shore beside a black sea under the full moon. The stars above seemed unfamiliar — too sharp, too close. Waves crashed violently, as if the sea itself was angry.
She spun around, confused.
“Where… am… I?” she whispered, breathless.
Vishkaniya stood a few steps away, calm and cruel.
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She tossed a dagger made of obsidian to Elara’s feet.
“Pick it up.”
Elara stared at the blade, then up at her. “You want me to kill myself?”
“No,” Vishkaniya replied, smiling coldly. “I want to see if you’ll obey… or if you’ll beg.”
Elara shook her head, trembling. “I’m just an orphan. I don’t even know why I’m here… what will killing me give you?”
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“Silence. Peace. Revenge.”
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A blinding beam of silver light sliced through the sky.
“You will never touch her.”
The sea calmed.
The air shifted.
The sea roared behind them, waves crashing as if they too sensed the storm about to break.
Elara stood frozen in the middle of the strange, moonlit garden by the seaside. Her heart pounded — not from fear, but confusion, sorrow, and the weight of all the truths she still didn’t understand. Vishkaniya stood before her, dark eyes burning like embers, her spell ready.
And then… the wind changed.
The air grew colder, yet alive — like it was holding its breath.
A blinding light tore through the mist.
From it stepped a figure, cloaked in shadows and light, armor forged from silver fire. His cape rippled like stars stitched into night, and in his hand, a blade glowed — not like steel, but like hope wrapped in starlight. Magic pulsed around him, runes carved into his armor flickering to life.
Elara gasped, her voice barely a whisper.
“...Kael?”
The man didn’t look at her — not yet. His eyes, glowing faintly, were locked onto Vishkaniya with unshaken focus.
Vishkaniya’s smile faltered.
Kael’s voice, when it came, was low — but it echoed like thunder through the stillness.
“If I stand here, then know this — you will never touch her.”
His presence filled the space like a shield. The garden, the sea, even the moon above seemed to pause.
Vishkaniya hissed under her breath. “So… you reveal your true form, protector of light,” she spat. “Do you think your little glow can stop the darkness?”
But Kael finally turned his head — just slightly — toward Elara.
His eyes softened.
“You were never alone,” he said gently. “Not for a single heartbeat.”
Elara stared, trembling. Her mind raced — the boy by the well… the hands that wiped her tears… the kindness in his eyes… and now, this.
Her lips parted, but no words came.
Kael stepped forward, planting his blade in the ground between Elara and Vishkaniya. The ground cracked beneath it, a surge of light spreading in a circle like a shield.
ns216.73.216.23da2“This is the last night,” he said to Vishkaniya. “But not for her. For you
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