The ancient castle stood silent, its towering walls whispering of forgotten stories. Aurora wandered through its grand halls, her fingers trailing across dusty portraits and faded tapestries. Her eyes locked onto a painting—a mesmerizing depiction of a fiery battle, a tragic love, and a betrayal frozen in time. It wasn’t just art; it felt like something more.

The hairs on her neck stood on end. A shiver coursed through her body. Slowly, she turned her head.

Behind her, a shadow loomed. “Ravaan,” she whispered, her breath catching.

He stepped closer, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. “I told you, Aurora,” he said, his deep voice like a haunting melody. “The painting I made wasn’t just a painting. It was us—our past.”

Aurora’s mind raced. The weight of his words sank into her chest. She staggered back, the sheer magnitude of it all overwhelming her. “Our past?” she stammered. “What are you saying?”

He moved closer, his dark wings shimmering faintly. “Look again,” he murmured. “See what I’ve always seen.”

She turned back to the painting, her heart pounding. The faces became clearer now, no longer just brushstrokes but memories. A woman with translucent wings, her face lined with sorrow, stood beside a man with dark, majestic wings. They weren’t strangers. They were her and Ravaan.

Without thinking, Aurora stepped toward him, her fear melting into something else. “Ravaan...” she said softly, her voice trembling. She felt an inexplicable pull, like a string tying their souls together across lifetimes.

And then she kissed him.

The moment their lips met, the castle seemed to tremble. Images flooded their minds, each one sharper than the last. They were dancing now—not in the present, but in a memory, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The ancient ballroom glowed around them, illuminated by golden light.

“This... this is us,” Aurora gasped, as the vision consumed her.

Ravaan held her hand tightly, guiding her through the steps. “Every move will unlock what was lost,” he said, his voice steady, almost reverent.

As they twirled, a storm began to rage outside. Lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the castle walls. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the air grew heavy with magic.

The storm outside raged on, black clouds swirling ominously in the sky. Lightning split the heavens, illuminating the grand fairy castle that stood like a beacon amidst the chaos. Inside, the Fairy Queen stood before a massive window, her delicate hands clasping the Chronicle of Fae, a sacred book of their history and prophecies. Her long silver hair flowed like silk as the winds from the storm crept into the room through the cracks.

"She is unlocking her past," the Queen murmured, her piercing voice cutting through the low rumble of thunder. Her golden gown shimmered like liquid sunlight against the darkness outside. She turned to her ally, a trusted fairy elder standing silently behind her. “She’s going to remember who she truly is. And when she does, we’ll finally be safe from the wolves. She’ll take her rightful throne and rule over the Fairy Kingdom.”

The elder nodded solemnly. “The Glamour Ritual is ready, Your Grace. The people are preparing. They’ve waited for this moment for centuries.”

The Queen turned back to the window, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Let them prepare. It’s time.”

Each step unveiled another fragment of their forgotten lives.

They saw Andrew, betraying them with a cruel smirk on his face. They saw Aurora then called Stella, plunging a blade into her own heart to protect Ravaan. They saw Ravaan falling, struck down by Andrew’s family, his wings folding around him as he breathed his last.

Aurora gasped as the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place. She stopped mid-step, her body trembling. “It was him,” she whispered. “Andrew...”

Ravaan’s wings unfurled, dark and magnificent. His jaw tightened as the memories fueled his rage. “He hasn’t changed,” he said. “He’s still dangerous.”

Aurora’s own wings shimmered behind her. No longer delicate and translucent, they had transformed into radiant, feathered extensions of light. She looked at them in awe. “My wings...” she murmured.

“They’re what they were meant to be,” Ravaan said, his voice softening. “Just like you.”

Aurora turned to him, her eyes fierce. “Before Andrew unlocks his past, I have to end this,My sacrifice will not go waste” she said, her voice steady with determination.

“What if he already knows?” Ravaan asked, his brow furrowed.

“Then he’ll try to kill me,” she said, matter-of-factly. “But I can’t let him. Not this time. First, I need to be sure. I need to know if he’s truly the Andrew of our past or just a shadow of him.”

Ravaan stepped closer, placing a hand on her shoulder. “And if he is?”

“Then I’ll do what I couldn’t before,” she said, her voice like steel. “I’ll stop him. Permanently.”

He looked at her, his expression unreadable. Then, with a quiet intensity, he said, “If we do this, we do it together.”

Aurora nodded, her resolve unwavering. “Together. But before it we have to go somewhere.” by holding each others hand they left to Faeloria.

𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠-𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒, 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑦 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑘, ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑜:

𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑟 1476, 𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑁𝑒𝑤 𝐵𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 (𝑆𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟), 𝐷𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 (29𝑡ℎ)

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑒. 𝑆𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑.

𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑛, 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠. 𝑊𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑠, 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑔𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑝 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑒. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎’𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑑𝑒, 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑐𝑖𝑟𝑐𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑠, ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑝𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟ℎ𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑚𝑖𝑐. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑙, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑑, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔.

“𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡—” 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎’𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒.

𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑜𝑘𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐴𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑙. 𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟—𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑧𝑒.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑙𝑦. 𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑔𝑎𝑠𝑝𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑦:

"𝐹𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑒, 𝑤𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑦."

𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦, ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜. 𝑆𝑜, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 12 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡.

The room was eerily silent, save for the faint rustle of the wind outside. Felix lay restless in his bed, his breathing uneven as he slipped into the same recurring nightmare that had haunted him for years.

A silver flash tore through the darkness, illuminating the scene of carnage. He was back in the forest, the scent of blood heavy in the air. Wolves howled in agony, their cries piercing his ears. His pack, his family—gone. All except for his mother, her face a faint memory in the chaos.

The ground beneath him was soaked in crimson. A giant white wolf with glowing silver eyes emerged from the shadows, its size unnatural and imposing. It prowled slowly, its gaze fixed somewhere behind Felix.

Suddenly, the wolf began to transform, its silver fur fading as it stood upright, its back facing Felix. He froze, his heart pounding, as he noticed for the first time a mysterious tattoo etched into the figure’s back. The markings pulsed faintly, intricate and otherworldly, yet they seemed oddly familiar.

In the distance, a shadowy figure loomed, unmoving yet menacing. Felix tried to scream, but no sound came out. A blinding silver flash engulfed the scene once again, and everything fell silent except for the echo of wolf screams.

Felix bolted upright, drenched in sweat, his heart racing. His eyes darted around the room, adjusting to the darkness. His mother lay asleep nearby, her soft breathing the only sign of life in the stillness.

He ran a trembling hand through his hair, trying to shake off the lingering terror. But the dream was different this time—it felt real, like a warning. He couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Quietly, Felix rose from his bed and slipped into the night. The air was cold, the kind that cut through to the bone. He moved with purpose, his feet guiding him instinctively toward a forbidden place he had only heard whispers of—the ruins of Ravenholt Village.

Once a haven for wolves, the village was now a desolate and eerie wasteland. The crumbled remains of old stone houses stood like gravestones, casting long shadows in the moonlight. The air was heavy with history and sorrow, the ground littered with overgrown vines and remnants of a bygone era.

Felix stood in the heart of the ruins, his breath visible in the chill of the night. The moon hung low, casting an ethereal glow over the scene. He could almost hear the echoes of laughter, the howls of a thriving pack that once called this place home.

He clenched his fists, staring into the darkness, the image of the tattoo and the shadowy figure seared into his mind. The dream had led him here for a reason, and he knew this was only the beginning.

On the other hand at Faeloria, Down below, the great hall of the castle was aglow with light as fairies gathered. Their glittering wings reflected the colors of the aurora, and their excitement filled the air like electricity. In the center of the hall, Stella and Ravaan stood side by side, their transformation into their full fairy forms nearly complete.

Stella, now fully in her fairy appearance, radiated an aura of strength and grace. Her wings shimmered like crystalline rainbows, and her silver gown hugged her like a second skin, the intricate embroidery glowing faintly with magic. Beside her, Ravaan was a vision of dark elegance. Dressed in a flowing black robe adorned with silver accents, his sharp features and piercing gaze gave him a commanding presence. His wings, dark as the night, rippled with latent power.

The room fell silent as the two began their walk toward the thrones, hand in hand. The crowd of fairies bowed their heads deeply in reverence, their collective breaths held in awe. The Fairy Queen stood at the end of the grand hall, her face alight with hope. She lowered her head in respect as Stella and Ravaan approached.

“We knew you would come,” the Queen said, her voice trembling with emotion. “We’ve waited for you, read about you in our sacred books, and hoped beyond hope that the prophecy would come true. You are here now, and with your presence, balance will return to our kingdom. You will destroy the wolves and lead us into a new age.”

Stella nodded, her voice steady and commanding. “I will not let you down. I promise to protect this kingdom, to restore its glory, and to end the threat of the wolves once and for all.”

The Queen stepped back, gesturing toward the twin thrones that awaited them. Stella took her place on the larger throne, the aura of her power enveloping the room. Ravaan sat beside her, his unwavering loyalty evident in his quiet strength. The hall erupted in cheers as the fairies chanted Stella’s name, their voices echoing through the castle.

Stella stood again, raising her hand to silence the crowd. Her voice rang with authority. “I will bring peace to this kingdom, but my duties here are not over yet. My family is waiting for me, and I must return to them. I will not fail you, but for now, I must go.”

The fairies murmured but nodded in understanding, their faith in her unshaken. Stella and Ravaan turned to leave, their wings shimmering as they ascended the grand staircase leading to the castle’s exit.

Outside, the storm had calmed, the clouds parting to reveal a sky full of stars. Stella paused at the threshold, turning back to look at the Fairy Queen one last time. “We’ll be back,” she said, a faint smile on her lips.

The Queen bowed deeply. “We’ll be waiting.”

With that, Stella and Ravaan took flight, their silhouettes vanishing into the night as they returned to the world beyond the Fairy Kingdom, their journey far from over.