In the heart of the Realm of Darkness, shadows curled like smoke around the towering black throne. Queen Vishkaniya sat still, her fingers tapping the armrest of her throne with silent command. Her eyes, glowing faintly violet, narrowed toward the edge of the room where the torchlight flickered.
A low voice escaped her lips.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqLFWQwGHol
“Bring the girl. I want to see her... now.”
The maid bowed deeply, her cloak brushing the stone floor, and hurried away through the tall obsidian doors.
Minutes passed. The whispers that lived in the walls grew louder — echoing pasts, regrets, and long-lost names. Then, a soft creak. The dungeon doors groaned open, and a girl stepped into the throne room.
She looked... like starlight had found its way into this cursed realm.
Hair like woven moonlight. Eyes holding storms and sorrow. Elara stood barefoot, in a torn yet glowing robe. Despite days of prison, something about her felt untouchable — like light refusing to die.
Vishkaniya’s smile curled slowly.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzGRc7wcDPi
“Ah... you finally look like her.”
Elara didn’t speak. She just stared.
“Bring the magical woman,” Vishkaniya ordered her maid. Another figure stepped forward — draped in midnight silk, a woman known for her strange magic. Her face hidden behind a half-mask, her voice softer than silk.
Vishkaniya stood. Her presence filled the room like a wave of cold wind.
“You’ve asked for answers,” she said. “It’s time you learned the truth. About your mother... and me.”
Elara’s heart pounded like a trapped bird in her chest. Every step toward the throne felt heavier than the last. She wanted to run… but her legs obeyed the guards, not her fear.
Queen Vishkaniya leaned forward, her dark gown flowing like ink down the throne. Her eyes studied Elara — not with anger… but with something stranger.
“Old woman,” she said coldly, “is this the girl… the one tied to the bitter past that haunts me still?”
The magical woman stepped beside Elara, her wrinkled hands folded calmly. Her voice was quiet, but it echoed through the throne room like a spell.
“Yes, my Queen. This is the girl. She is more than just a prisoner. She is a mirror of what once broke you.”
Vishkaniya’s smile widened. “Then I shall end it here. Let the past die with her.”
Elara flinched, but the old woman only chuckled softly.
“You think you can kill her so easily? No… you cannot,” she whispered, her eyes glowing faintly.
Vishkaniya’s smile faded just a little. “Are you challenging me?”
“I am reminding you,” said the woman, “that this girl is bound to your past — a past you never truly escaped.”
The Queen stepped down from her throne, her voice like venom. “Once I take her amulet… I will kill her. She will be nothing.”
But the old woman raised a finger. “Yes… she is connected to your past. But do you know how?”
There was silence.
The flames in the room flickered strangely. Elara looked from one face to the other, trembling.
Vishkaniya’s eyes narrowed. “Then tell me. What connection?”
The woman smiled slowly — a dangerous, knowing smile.
“I cannot tell you,” she said, “but Ayela can.”
The name hit the room like thunder.
Queen Vishkaniya froze.
Her breath caught. Her eyes widened. Then, something dark twisted in her face — rage, old and deep.
“Ayela...” she hissed. “Don’t you dare speak that name!”
She raised her hand, and the torches flared. “How dare you speak of the one who stole everything from me!”
She turned sharply to her maids. “Take this girl to the palace prison… the deepest one! Tonight, I will kill her. And then…” she glared at the woman, “I will silence you, too!”
Her voice echoed with fury as the guards dragged Elara away.
The magical woman stood still… and whispered, almost to herself:
ns216.73.216.25da2“You’re trying to kill the one thing that might save you.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQzyV1dIbLX
But the past never dies… it always comes back.”
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