After 10 years on 23 June 1996.

The room was dimly lit by the lamp, casting long shadows of books on the walls. The drops of rain tapping the window, Aurora Isabella's fairy sister sleeping peacefully. But tonight, Isabella is restless. She is tossing and Turning under her blanket, her small forehead covered with sweat as she fighting against the imagages coming in her dream.  A massive, ancient, and powerful dragon loomed in her dream, which changing its colours from red to silver, blue to black dreed and finally scarlet crimson , its eyes glowing with a fierce intensity. Its standing infront of Isabella, the dragon is releasing heat. Its heat touching Isabellas body and her body is burning. Its scales burning in fire creating a mesmerizing and terrifying sight. The air is like burning wood, sharp and smoky filling her lungs and making it hard to breathe.

The dragon’s voice echoed in a language she didn’t understand, low and guttural, yet powerful 'Aen enith ka’tar.' She doesn't know that she created a fiery circle around her bed. In the dream, symbols and runes floating around the dragon, glowing faintly with an otherworldly light. They seemed to pulse with the dragon’s heartbeat. She didn’t know why, but they looked familiar, as if they were part of her.

Around her bed a shadowy figure stand, looking Isabella and comes daily for observation he touched Isabella's hair, than, he moves his hand cover to Isabella's body with blanket. Isabella is shaking because of cold.

With a Terry scream, Isabella's eyes open, her heart beating swiftly. She sat up, gasping for air, desperate to shake off the haunting dream. The dragons voice echoing around her. The shadowy figure hide in shadows. Beside her, Aurora slept peacefully, her fairy aura shimmering, her wings are translucent. Isabella gazed at her, she is sleeping peacefully. She wished that she had that kind of peace. The dark room was scaring her, so she wandered to the window, where the moonlight and soft fresh air calmed her down.

Isabella felt different, again. There was something inside her, something powerful and unknown, that she didn't understand. It scared her many times, especially when the dreams came.

Quietly, Isabella ran towards Jenna's room. her bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor. She gently pushed open the door, Jenna was lying in bed, reading a book in the soft light of a candle. She looked up when she heard the door creak, her expression softening when she saw Isabella standing there.

"Isabella, my heart, what's wrong?" Jenna stand from bed and hugged Isabella.

Isabella hesitated for a moment, than jenna kiss on her forehead and she finally take a sign of relief.

"I had that dream again, Aunt," Isabella whispered, she is stammering. "The one with the dragon. It was so..so real... it was saying something, but I couldn't understand it."

"Oh, love, what its saying?" Jenna asked.
"Like, 'Aen enith ka’tar.' Isabella said.

Jenna stiffened, her gaze turning distant as if she recognized the phrase but hesitated to explain its meaning.

"And..and..In the dream, symbols and runes floated around the dragon, glowing faintly with an otherworldly light. They seemed to pulse with the dragon’s heartbeat. She didn’t know why, but they looked familiar, as if they were part of her." Isabella said fluently without taking a sigh.

With a gentle smile on her face. Jenna's heart melt as she hold Isabella tighter. She was thinking "How much longer can I keep her safe? How long until she learns the truth?fear tightening her chest."

She had always known that Isabella was different, more powerful than any dragon witches she had ever seen. And while she had tried to shield her from the truth, to protect her until the time was right, it was clear that Isabella's destiny was already beginning to unfold.

As Isabella spoke, Jenna’s hand brushed an old pendant around her neck, a worn symbol of the dragon bloodline. She quickly tucked it beneath her collar before Isabella noticed, Jenna's mind flashing with memories of battles long past.

Jenna kissed on Isabella's head, stroking her dark hair gently. "It's just a dream, sweetie," she said softly, though she knew it was much more than that. "Dragons were part of our world and legends. They extinct, It's not something you need to worry about."

Isabella looked up at her, her wide eyes filled with curiosity and confusion. "But the dragon... it felt like it was calling to me. Like it was trying to tell me something important." She paused, biting her lip before continuing. "Aunt... I want to hear the story again. The one about the crown and its rulers."

"No, sweetie." Jenna replied.

"Pls, aunt. I wanna hear it again. I wish, if my mom were alive she would definatily tell me the story. But unfortunately she left me in childhood." Isabella said in sad voice.

Jenna hug Isabella very tight "Oh, Bella, dont say that. Alright, but promise me dont say it again. I'm your mom. Jenna murmured, pulling Isabella closer as they lay back on the pillows. "I'll tell you the story again."

Isabella laught in childish voice. As Isabella laugh, the small lamp beside her flickered and dimmed, only to blaze brighter than before. Jenna frowned slightly, watching her young charge, wondering if Isabella noticed her own magic sparking to life.

Jenna's heart start beating. She had told the story many times before, passing it off as just that a story. But now, as Isabella's powers began to growing, Jenna feared that the truth behind the tale was becoming more relevant than ever.

Isabella's eyes lit up with excitement as she settled in beside Jenna, eager to hear the tale once more. To her, it was just a bedtime story, now become a fascinating piece of folklore. But Jenna knew better. She knew that the story was more than just a tale; it was a history, one that was deeply intertwined with Isabella's destiny.

Isabella ran her fingers along the book cover, a faint golden symbol appeared on her skin, glowing for a second before disappearing. She blinked, unsure if she had imagined it.

"A long time ago," Jenna began, her voice gentle and melodic, "The ancient dragons were the guardians of Mecatopia, their very breath igniting life and power into the land, Jenna said, her voice low and reverent. ‘Each of the twelve elements represents a piece of their soul, bound within the crown. They have most extraordinary powers, and big shimmering wings. They known as dragon but cant change in full dragon form but myths can. They were not ordinary rulers, for they carried within them the ancient bloodline of dragons, granting them immense power and wisdom."

Isabella listened will all ears, her eyes wide as she pictured the scenes in her mind.

"These rulers sat upon a magnificent throne, forged from the rarest and most precious metals and elements. It was said to be indestructible, a symbol of their enduring power. The throne was not just a seat of authority, but a vessel for the magic that bound the kingdoms together. As long as the true heir sat upon the throne, Mecatopia would flourish, and peace would reign."

Jenna paused for a moment, watching Isabella's reaction. Her daughter was captivated, hanging on every word.
Isabella said "Every time I listen to this story, I've feeling like it's real, like I was there and the visions in white in colour come in my mind, like the crown is calling me".

Jenna popped her nose and said "don't worry, sweetie, its normal for little kids like you, the children usually love heroes and want to become like them."

"But I'll become hero one day, I wanna save the world from dark forces". Isabella said in her childish stammering voice.

Jenna chuckles and said "sure baby"

"But one day," Jenna continued, her voice taking on a more serious tone, "a great war broke out. The enemies of the kingdom want to take the throne and crown with its power for themselves. They say the crown is more than just a symbol. It holds memories, desires, and even the whispers of the old dragons. It waits for someone strong enough to bear its weight, someone pure yet fierce. They start fighting wars good vs evils, humans vs supernaturals even supernaturals vs supernaturals.

In the chaos that followed, the dragon lineage was believed to have been lost, and with it, the peace and prosperity of Mecatopia."

Isabella frowned, her young mind struggling to grasp the gravity of the story. "But the throne... it's still there, isn't it? And the true heir... she could bring peace back, right?"

Jenna nodded, though her heart was heavy. "Yes, the throne still exists, hidden away, waiting for the day when the true heir will return to claim it. It is said that when the rightful ruler sits upon the throne and wear crown, her power will be awakened and all the mecatopia from little to big animals will look at her and worship her,

Days passed, Isabella wandering in garden she notices rabbits, sheeps and even butterflies looking at her. Whenever Isabella walked near the forest, animals seemed to pause and watch her, as if sensing something extraordinary within her. Birds perched closer, unafraid, while even wild beasts would stop and stare with a strange, knowing look in their eyes.

Month passed, Isabella hearing story daily in night.

"And the kingdom will be restored. And when the true heir wear the 12 elemental crown, people will saw her as a angel,

"Isabella wandering in crowd, she sees the peoples and even angles in sky seeing her as an angel."

Years passed, she listing the same story. Daily, again and again.

'They never see anyone like her".

Isabella's eyes sparkled with hope. "I wish I were the true heir I wanna be a queen, I wanna rule on Mecatopia. Aunt, Do you think... the true heir has been born, or it possible that it will a girl, Aunt? Do you think she is out there somewhere?"

Jenna smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from Isabella's face. "Perhaps, dorling. The crown only awakens for the true heir, and there are whispers that it has begun to start. But for now, it remains just a story, a story about hope and destiny."

"But why only for true heir, not for other dragon witches".?

"There is only one dragon heir and other are extinct before thousands of centuries and doesn't matter they are alive cuz only pure blood queen can activate the throne and crown". And it's too late just sleep, now, younger Isa.

Isabella nodded, satisfied with the answer, though her mind still raced with thoughts of the dragon and the mysterious throne. She yawned, the excitement of the story giving way to exhaustion.

Jenna hold her close, watching as her eyes began to droop. "Sleep now, my love," she whispered. "The morning will bring new dreams, and perhaps new answers."

As Isabella sleep, Jenna stared up at the ceiling, there was a lamp which is shaking because of cold air and her heart heavy with the weight of the secrets she kept, but it was clear that destiny had other plans. Jenna knew that sooner or later, the time would come when Isabella would have to face the reality of who she is and the power she hold.

Before leaving Isabella’s room, Jenna traced an invisible sigil over the doorframe. She whispered a quiet incantation, an old protective charm meant to keep dark forces at bay.

Jenna’s mind wandered to the rumors she’d heard, a shadow growing in Mecatopia, old evils rising once more. She clenched her fist, swearing she’d protect Isabella at any cost, even if it meant hiding the truth from her.

Jenna froze when she noticed a faint, delicate symbol glowing on Isabella’s shoulder, one that looked like a dragon’s eye. She quickly glanced away, her heart racing as she decided to keep her discovery a secret.

As Jenna closed her eyes, a vision flickered in her mind, a throne bathed in flames, Isabella standing before it and someone sitting on it, her face determined but haunted. Was it just a vision, or a warning?