Isabella’s body felt heavy as she opened her eyes, her vision blurry. The soft sound of whispers reached her ears, and as her sight cleared, she saw Jenna sitting by her bedside, her hands folded neatly in her lap.

"Aunt?" Isabella’s voice was shaky, laced with suspicion. Her body tensed as memories of the battle with Helena flooded her mind. She trembled, her eyes narrowing. "You’re her sister. Are you here to serve me up to her?"

Jenna’s face softened, her golden hair cascading around her shoulders as she sigh,ed deeply. "Isabella, please... don’t see me as a threat." Her voice cracked slightly, betraying her emotion. "I am her sister, yes. But I’m also your Aunt, too."

Isabella scoffed, her fiery gaze fixed on Jenna. "From the second mother," she spat. "That doesn’t make us family. You share her blood, her darkness. Why would I trust you?"

Jenna’s eyes welled with tears, but she held her ground. "Wait," she said softly. "Let me tell you the story of me and Hayley."

Before Isabella could protest, Jenna’s eyes glowed faintly, and the room around them began to shimmer and fade. The stone walls of the present blurred into the soft sunlight of a meadow, thousands of years in the past.

Isabella found herself standing in a memory, a younger Jenna, no more than twelve or thirteen, sitting cross-legged in the grass. Her face was bright with innocence. Next to her sat Hayley, Isabella’s mother, calm and poised even at such a young age.

"Hayley," Jenna said in the vision, her voice light and filled with curiosity, "you’re the true blood. What does that mean?"

Hayley smiled warmly, brushing her dark hair behind her ear. "It means," she said with confidence, "I’ll sit on the throne one day. I’ll wear the crown. It’s my destiny to rule Mecatopia."

Jenna tilted her head, a small frown forming on her lips. "But does it have to be you alone? Can’t we rule together?"

Hayley chuckled and patted Jenna’s hand. "We’ll always stand together, Jenna. Always."

Suddenly, the vision shifted, and a younger Helena burst onto the scene, her laughter ringing through the air. "Hayley, Jenna!" she called out, grabbing Hayley’s hand. "Come on!"

The three of them ran together through the meadow, their laughter harmonizing like a song. They seemed inseparable, bound by something deeper than blood.

The vision blurred again, and Isabella found herself back in the room with Jenna, who now had tears streaming down her cheeks.

"That was us," Jenna whispered. "Hayley, Helena, and me. We were sisters in every sense of the word, bound by love and loyalty. But things... changed."

Isabella’s voice was harsh as she broke the silence. "If you were so close, then why? Why did she betray my mother? Why did she kill her?"

Jenna looked down, her hands trembling slightly. "Because darkness doesn’t just come from nowhere," she said softly. "It festers in the shadows, fed by jealousy, pain, and manipulation. Helena was... poisoned, not by blood, but by circumstances neither of us saw coming. She wasn’t always like this, Isabella. She loved Hayley, just as I did. But something broke her."

Isabella’s voice softened, though her suspicion lingered. "What can broke a person like her. Cold hearted killed her own sister."

Jenna began "she met the original witch Qetsiyah. She turned her into balck heart."

"Qetsiyah I saw her on ritual" Isabella said.

Scene shifts to centuries later..
The castle halls of Valeria were cold, darker than usual, though the torches burned as bright as ever. Helena stood near the mirror in her chamber, staring at her reflection. The faint traces of dragon blood in her veins were evident—her emerald eyes gleamed, but they lacked the fiery brilliance that Hayley's held. She clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms.

Qetsiyah leaned against the doorframe, her face void of emotion, though her dark eyes followed Helena’s every move.

“You envy her,” Qetsiyah said flatly.

Helena turned sharply, her voice defensive. “I do not envy Hayley. She was simply… given what I was not.”

Qetsiyah stepped closer, her boots clicking against the stone floor. “Given? You mean she earned what you squandered. The throne, the legacy, the bloodline—she’s everything you’re not, Helena.”

Helena’s jaw tightened. “I never asked for this curse! Half dragon, half vampire. A monster born from an unholy union.” Her voice cracked, and she looked away. “Hayley has everything—true dragon blood, the people’s love, and Atherion’s favor, Xylarian's love.”

“And you?” Qetsiyah’s tone grew colder. “You sulk in shadows and blame fate. No wonder they choose her over you.”

Helena’s hands trembled. “Do you think I haven’t tried to be more? To prove myself?” She took a shaky breath. “But they always look at me with fear. They see me as tainted. Even our father…” Her voice broke, the words spilling out. “Even Atherion saw me as a mistake.”

Qetsiyah’s gaze softened momentarily before hardening again. “So, you’ll let them continue to trample over you? Let Hayley wear the crown while you’re forgotten?”

Helena didn’t respond immediately. Her voice, when it came, was soft but full of pain. “Hayley loved me once. She defended me when others whispered behind my back. She called me her ‘little flame.’” Her lips twisted bitterly. “But even she abandoned me. She will take the throne. The crown. There’s no room for me.”

Qetsiyah smirked. “There’s always room for someone willing to seize it.”

Helena frowned, her voice wary. “What are you saying?”

Qetsiyah stepped closer, lowering her voice. “I’m saying there’s power far greater than what Hayley holds. The Codex Noctis—the Black Codex—holds secrets that could change your fate. If you want to stop being second best, you’ll have to embrace what’s inside you. All of it.”

Helena’s breath hitched. She ask "what is black Codex?
Qetsiyah give a diary to Helena for reading about black Codex helena read "The Black Codex is an ancient and legendary grimoire said to contain the darkest and most forbidden knowledge of magic. It was created centuries ago by an infamous sorcerer named Morgathra the Terrible, who sought to compile all the secrets of dark magic into a single volume. Morgathra's ambition was to wield ultimate power, but the creation of the Codex came at a great cost, including the lives of many powerful beings." Helena staring at Qetsiyah she said "read ahead."

"The Black Codex contains spells that can manipulate life and death, control minds, summon dark entities, and disrupt the natural order of magic. It is a source of unimaginable power but at a great cost.
Their souls, the Balck Codex will give you any type of magic, just sign it and get whichever type of magic."

“Power that comes at the price of my soul?” Helena asked bitterly.

Qetsiyah shrugged. “What’s a soul to someone who’s already half a monster?”

Helena turned back to the mirror, staring at her reflection. Her hands clenched at her sides. “And if I take this power… what then?”

Qetsiyah’s voice was a whisper, seductive and dangerous. “Then you’ll be strong enough to take everything Hayley holds dear. The throne. The people. The crown. She won’t just lose them—she’ll lose her life.”

Helena hesitated, memories of her sister flashing before her eyes. Hayley laughing as they played in the gardens. Hayley comforting her after a nightmare. Hayley calling her “little flame.”

“She’s my sister,” Helena whispered.

Qetsiyah’s face hardened. “She’s your rival. And if you don’t act, she’ll be your executioner when the people realize you’re a threat. They’ll call for your head, Helena. Hayley won’t stop them.”

Helena closed her eyes. The room was silent for a long moment before she opened them again. The pain in her gaze had been replaced by something colder. Determined.

“Where is the Codex?” she asked.

"Its her problem why she become thirst for power?" Isabella said. Jenna ignored her and began, Two Nights Later. The scene shifts.

Helena stood at the edge of the old staircase leading down into the depths of the dragon castle. Her heart was heavy, her thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. She had wrestled with this decision for days. Each step she took echoed ominously in the silence, and the air grew colder as she descended.

The corridor was dark, lit only by faint, flickering torches. Shadows danced on the stone walls as if alive. Finally, she reached a massive iron door. It groaned as she pushed it open, revealing a cavernous chamber bathed in violet light. At its center stood a black pedestal, and on it rested the Black Codex.

Qetsiyah, a figure of both elegance and menace, stood waiting beside the book. Her calm demeanor betrayed no emotion as she turned to greet Helena.
"I wondered how long it would take for you to come," Qetsiyah said, her voice smooth but edged with power.

Helena stopped, her gaze fixed on the Codex. It was even more sinister than she imagined. Bound in cracked black leather with an iridescent sheen, its surface seemed alive. Symbols writhed and shifted, glowing faintly under the light. In the center, a blood-red gemstone pulsed like a beating heart.

Helena swallowed hard. "Is this it?"

Qetsiyah smirked. "The Black Codex. A relic of unimaginable power. It waits for you, Helena. All it needs is your signature."

Helena hesitated, the weight of her decision pressing down on her. She stepped closer, drawn by the Codex's aura. Her fingers brushed the dark leather, and a shiver ran through her body.

"It feels... alive," Helena whispered.

"It is," Qetsiyah replied. "Every witch who has signed this book has bound their soul to it. Their power becomes yours, but so does their darkness. Are you ready for that?"

Helena’s eyes burned with determination. "I’ve sacrificed too much to turn back now. If this is what it takes to defeat Hayley and claim my rightful place, then so be it."

Next to the Codex rested a dark pen, its nib shaped like a twisted fang. It oozed a sticky, dark substance that gleamed under the violet light. Helena picked it up, her hands trembling slightly.

"You must use your blood," Qetsiyah reminded her.

Helena gritted her teeth and pricked her finger on the sharp edge of the pen. A bead of crimson welled up, and as she touched the pen to the Codex, the book seemed to awaken. The symbols glowed brighter, and a low hum filled the air.

With deliberate strokes, Helena signed her name. The blood ink sank into the page, glowing eerily before solidifying. As the final stroke was completed, the room shuddered. A burst of violet light engulfed Helena, and she screamed as a surge of power coursed through her body.

Her transformation began. Her silver shiny hair darkened to jet black, and her dress turned into a flowing, dark violet gown adorned with shadows that seemed alive. Her eyes glowed with an intense violet hue, veins spreading from them like cracks in porcelain. Her skin took on a subtle, ethereal glow.

Qetsiyah watched with satisfaction. "How do you feel?"

Helena’s lips curved into a wicked smile. "Powerful," she said, her voice echoing unnaturally. "More powerful than I ever imagined."

As the violet light dimmed, the ghostly figure guarding the Codex appeared. It bowed to Helena, acknowledging her as its new master.

Qetsiyah stepped forward. "You are now bound to the Codex. Its power is yours, but so is its curse. Use it wisely, or it will consume you."

Helena laughed softly, the sound filled with both confidence and menace. "The world should tremble. Hayley won’t stand a chance against me now."

As Helena turned to leave, the violet glow followed her, and with each step, the darkness seemed to bend to her will. A new force had risen.

Hayley was in the throne room when Helena confronted her. The two sisters faced each other, the air between them heavy with tension.

“Helena,” Hayley said softly, her voice filled with concern. “What have you done?”

“What I had to,” Helena replied. Her voice was calm, but her eyes gleamed with hatred. “You took everything from me, Hayley. Now I’ll take it back.”

“I never took anything from you,” Hayley pleaded. “You were my sister, my little flame. I loved you.”

Helena’s expression faltered for a moment before hardening again. “Lies. You loved your throne. Your crown. More than you ever loved me. You jealous of me you took my love, my friend and even my father.”

“Helena, stop this,” Hayley begged. “It’s not too late. After me the crown and throw will be yours and you know my struggles from childhood, I only dreamt about throne and  crown and if I finally going to take it you are acting like this? Why? ”

“dont lie, you just used me as a pawn in getting throne, you always show me as a little finger but now I'm stronger than you,” Helena said coldly. With a flick of her hand, dark energy surged forward, striking Hayley.

Hayley’s eyes widened in shock as she collapsed to the floor. Her voice was barely a whisper. “You were… my sister…”

Helena stood over her, her heart heavy for just a moment. But then she turned away, the weight of her choice settling in her chest.

Qetsiyah appeared from the shadows. “It’s done.”

Helena nodded, her voice devoid of emotion. “The throne is gonna mine.”

And so, the reign of the Dark Queen began.