The golden rays of dawn slipped through the cracks of the ornate curtains in Isabella’s room, casting soft light over the trio. Isabella stood at the center, the Aether Crown glinting ominously in her hands. Evelina, her fiery presence subdued for once, leaned against the wall, watching Isabella intently. Sirela, calm yet alert, stood at the edge of the room, her silver hair shimmering like the morning sea.

Sirela broke the silence. “So, you’re telling me Helena just... gave it back? After all this chaos?”

“Yes,” Isabella replied, her voice quiet but firm. “She handed it to me willingly. But I know her too well. This isn’t mercy. It’s a trap.”

Sirela stepped forward, her brows furrowed. “Why would she return something so powerful? What’s her endgame?”

Isabella’s gaze dropped to the crown, its intricate engravings swirling with an eerie light. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

She turned the crown in her hands, her fingers tracing the ancient runes etched into its surface. Suddenly, a faint whisper echoed in her mind, dark and chilling. She froze.

“Isabella?” Evelina asked, noticing the shift in her expression.

“I... I hear something,” Isabella murmured, her eyes narrowing as she tilted the crown slightly. “It’s whispering to me.”

Sirela stepped closer. “Whispering? What do you mean?”

Ignoring the question, Isabella squinted at the faint writing on the underside of the crown. The words seemed to shimmer as if alive. She began reading aloud:

"When the circle binds and power flows,
The curse shall break, and chaos grows.
Beware the price, for freedom sown,
The Lords of Chaos reclaim their throne."

Evelina’s voice was sharp. “What does it mean?”

Isabella’s hands trembled slightly as she placed the crown down on a silk-draped table. “It’s cursed. The wearer will get cursed and unleash the Lords of Chaos.”

Sirela’s face paled. “The Lords of Chaos? The ancient beings who nearly destroyed this world? They’ve been locked away for centuries.”

“And the crown is their key,” Isabella said grimly.

Evelina crossed her arms, her fiery nature flaring. “So what now? We just leave it here, hoping no one ever touches it?”

“No,” Isabella said decisively. “We break the curse. If we don’t, someone else will activate it, and this world will burn.”

The three women exchanged a determined look.

“Let’s do it,” Sirela said.

Isabella placed the crown carefully on the floor at the center of the room. The three of them stood in a triangle around it, their hands clasping tightly.

“Focus,” Isabella instructed. “The spell on the crown is our guide. Repeat the words with me.”

Their voices rose in unison:

"When the circle binds and power flows,
The curse shall break, and chaos grows.
Beware the price, for freedom sown,
The Lords of Chaos reclaim their throne."

As they chanted, the crown began to glow, first faintly, then with a blinding brilliance. The room filled with heat and an intense hum that vibrated through their bones.

Evelina gritted her teeth. “It’s... working!”

The glow intensified until it seemed unbearable, and then, with a deafening crack, the light shattered into fragments that rained down like stars. The crown dimmed, its sinister aura gone.

Isabella bent down cautiously, picking it up. It felt different—lighter, purer. “The curse is broken,” she said, her voice steady. "But on the day when we wore it, the lords of chaos will set free. I hope we dont need it." After talking girls went to academy for crowning ceremony.

Everyone gather in greate hall waiting for crown ceremony, after the students completed their binding spell and question ceremony. Only 3 finalist stand on the stage. Isabella, Aurora and Lysandra. Holding each others hand than Professor Adam's began to speech " the person who get very low votes among you is.. Aurora Rubyrose.. Auroras eyes filled with tears and she hugged Isabella and crying than Isabella said "you perform well." She back and stand next to other students.

Than Isabella and Lydandra holding each others hand and standing opposite and Professor began "The crown of Supreme Miss Mystic, will allow you acces of restricted areas, it will give you powers, mentorship with powerful teachers and ability to form and lead their own magical council. It's not end, you have authority to change in law of politics of supernaturals. You can influence major events and shaping the future of magical world. Till next supreme mystic you will save from hexes, curses, poisons and physics attacks. You can command and guide supernatural, every person in school and whole mecatopia will respect you. Your name will be print on first page of newspaper. "

As Professor going to take miss supreme mystic name Isabella's eyes turn to white, she start flying in the grand hall. The candles extinguish, Isabella shouting and crying very loud. The whispers start echoing the grand hall. Which are very scary and coming from the portal. Her voice echoing in the grand hall. Students scaring of her, than she fell down and the candles start burning again. The saliva and something very poisonous liquid coming from her mouth and she wakeup. She saw Lysandra and everyone which are looking at her with wide eyes and scared even Professors.

She said " The War is near, Helena's army is ready and she is going to unleash the last 2 titans." She stand and run towards her house while shouting. Meanwhile Professor dedicate Lysandra as the "Miss Supreme Mystic".

She is sitting on her bed her body is shaking and she eating nails. Than Lysandra open her door and said "hey, girl what's happening with you?"

Isabella replied "STAY AWAY FROM ME" she is crying and lost her mind.

"Everyone thinks I'm fool and I lost my mind. I'm demon and beast which will destroy mecatopia.".

Lysandra said "no, Isa. I know you are not demon and I don't care what people thinks about you". I know you very well. While hug her.

Isabella said "thanks, lys." I saw helena in my vision, she was standing near castle, a forbidden castle I've never seen before. And her army. Beast and monsters with swords and they were keep saying "Blood, Lunar and Ominous."

"What, those are the names of moons, currently the lunar moon is rising, next month will be blood moon. And ominous moon comes 1 times in thousands years." Lysandra said.

"So, what's the connection of Helena with those moons?" Isabella ask.

"I dont know, but we can find out in restricted library about it". Lysandra said.

"Who will give us permission?" Isabella ask.

"We dont need permission, I'm officially now "Miss Supreme Mystic"." Lysandra said with swaggy smile.

"Oh, lys Congratulations". Isabella said and hugged Lysandra. They lost in talking while Salena was standing there and hearing what they were sayin and left from there.

Its night, dark as devil eyes, its raining outside. Isabella and Lysandra hiding from everyones eyes went to ancient restricted library from the small cave beneath academy. They finally enter and searching books related to moons. They finally found a book and read

Blood Moon: A red-hued moon that causes vampires to go into a bloodthirsty frenzy, losing control and attacking humans and each other.

Lunar Moon: This silver-blue moon affects witches and magic users, intensifying their powers to dangerous levels, making spells unpredictable and volatile.

Ominous Moon : A blackened moon, causing an eerie, chaotic atmosphere. Werewolves become uncontrollable, and supernatural creatures experience unnatural, deadly impulses.

"Oh, so its mean she is playing with minds. Now, it's our turn to play with her. But before it we have to save crown at safe place with its 11 stones and 12 we will find soon." Isabella said.

The biting chill of Iceland clung to their skin as Isabella and Evelina stood before the stone of ice. The jagged, crystalline shard lay embedded in a frozen altar, its surface glimmering faintly under the moonlight.

“Is this it?” Evelina asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her breath misted in the air.

Isabella knelt beside the stone, running her fingers over its smooth surface. “It’s the last one,” she confirmed. “But we can’t use it yet. The crown isn’t ready.”

Evelina sighed, brushing her frost-tipped hair from her face. “Then what do we do with it?”

“We hide it,” Isabella replied firmly. “If Helena or her followers find it, everything we’ve worked for will be lost.”

With a final, lingering look at the stone, they carefully pried it loose and began their journey back to Mecatopia.

The dragon castle loomed over them like a silent sentinel, its jagged towers piercing the overcast sky. Deep within its forgotten halls, the air was heavy with history and secrets. Isabella led the group—Evelina, Lysandra, Felix, and Sirela—through the winding corridors.

The stone of ice was now hidden deep within the castle’s vaults, but their true mission was far from over. The Aether Throne remained unfound, its location buried within the depths of the castle.

“We’ve checked every room, every hall,” Felix said, frustration seeping into his voice. “There’s nothing here.”

“Then we’ve missed something,” Isabella said firmly. Her blue eyes gleamed with determination. “The throne exists. We just haven’t found it yet.”

The group continued their search, each step echoing in the vast emptiness of the castle. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the occasional creak of old wood or the distant howl of wind.

Then, Lysandra stopped abruptly.

“Did you hear that?” she whispered.

“Hear what?” Sirela asked, her eyes darting around the dark hall.

“A voice,” Lysandra said, her brow furrowed. “It’s… calling me.”

“Are you feeling okay?” Evelina asked, concern evident in her tone.

Lysandra shook her head, her hand pressed to her temple. “I’m not imagining it. It’s ancient… strange… almost like a song, but not.”

Isabella exchanged a glance with Evelina. “We follow her,” she decided.

Lysandra led them through the labyrinthine halls, her steps confident despite the uncertainty in her expression. The further they went, the colder the air became. The walls seemed to close in around them, their surfaces etched with strange, glowing runes.

Finally, they entered a vast chamber.

The Aether Throne stood at its center, a masterpiece of both art and power. Its backrest arched high, carved from obsidian and shimmering with threads of light that pulsed like veins. The seat itself was crystalline, reflecting the faint glow of the runes surrounding it. The throne seemed alive, humming softly, as if acknowledging their presence.

“It’s beautiful,” Sirela breathed.

As they stepped closer, the air grew heavy. Shadows danced along the walls, and the chamber began to shift. The throne seemed to recede, swallowed by an endless maze of corridors and halls that materialized around them.

“What’s happening?” Felix shouted, his voice echoing unnaturally.

“The castle’s protecting the throne,” Isabella said, her tone grim. “It won’t let us reach it easily.”

The maze stretched endlessly before them, each hall identical and filled with flickering shadows. Whispers surrounded them, unintelligible but haunting.

“This… this isn’t right,” Evelina muttered, her hands crackling with restrained energy.

“We can’t give up,” Isabella said, her voice cutting through the fear. She turned to Lysandra. “You led us here. Why can you hear the throne? What aren’t you telling us?”

Lysandra’s eyes widened. “I don’t know! I’m just—” She hesitated, her voice trembling. “I’m just a human… right?”

The group stared at her in silence, the implications sinking in.

Before anyone could respond, the shadows in the maze began to take shape. Tall, humanoid figures with glowing eyes emerged from the darkness, their forms shifting like smoke.

“We’ve got company,” Felix growled, unsheathing his blade.

The scene faded into chaos as the shadows closed in, the maze twisting and shifting around them. The whispers grew louder, almost deafening.

And at the center of it all, the Aether Throne shimmered, waiting.

To Be Continued...