Queen Lindsey continued, her voice steady as she recounted the events.“After Damon took Ethusa to the palace, Marcelos was heartbroken. He cried for days, consumed by grief. In his heart, he vowed he would not accept what Damon had done; no matter what it took, he would reclaim Ethusa.Marcelos confronted Damon, demanding the return of Ethusa and the dragon gene power. Damon refused. ‘Ethusa belongs by my side, not yours,’ he said coldly. Enraged, Marcelos challenged Damon to a duel in five days, declaring that whosoever won would claim Ethusa and the dragon gene. Damon accepted.I tried to reason with Damon, urging him to return the dragon and its power, but he refused. Likewise, Marcelos’s father attempted to persuade him to step back, but Marcelos would not relent. He was determined; he had to reclaim what was rightfully his, even if it meant defying his father, who ultimately disowned him.The duel took place atop the highest mountain. Marcelos fought with every ounce of strength

Ramsay and Noah tore through the room, sending pillows, papers, and small trinkets flying in every direction. The air was thick with tension, crackling with every hurried step and sharp turn. Ramsay lunged at Noah, eyes blazing with a mix of anger and desperation, while Noah twisted and dodged, narrowly avoiding his grasp. The floor groaned under their frantic movement, the scattered objects clattering like a storm around them.“Where did you go with Ryn? You must tell me!” Ramsay demanded, his voice echoing off the walls.“I can’t!” Noah shouted back, twisting, ducking, and narrowly avoiding Ramsay’s grasp. Their footsteps pounded against the floor, a chaotic rhythm of fear and frustration.The door creaked open abruptly, and both froze as a guard stepped inside, his presence commanding attention.“His Excellency summons you both to the dining table,” the guard announced to both, his tone calm but firm.Ramsay’s chest heaved as he straightened. “Okay, we’ll be right there,” he said,

Some minutes before dusk, the people of Shape Town gathered at the front of their Lord’s house. Men, women, and children stood close together, clutching bags, bundles, and whatever belongings they could carry. The guards stood among them, alert, hands resting on their weapons. The sky above had begun to darken, clouds thick and heavy, as if the world itself was preparing for what was to come.The doors of the house opened. Benjamin stepped out first, followed by the four others. They moved forward and stopped before the crowd. At once, the people bowed their heads in respect. Benjamin waited, allowing them to rise again before he spoke.Benjamin said, his voice steady but heavy, “I am sure many of you here witnessed the war against Marcelos and his dark armies. You have seen with your own eyes what the Orges are capable of.”A murmur ran through the crowd at the mention of the name. He continued, “The Orges want us to bow before them, to become part of Marcelos’ army, but I said no.”

It took Zussorender, Noah, and Ramsay five long days to reach Axrax. The journey was heavy with silence, the weight of what they had seen and fought pressing on their hearts with every step forward. .When at last the towering walls of Axrax rose before them, they did not pause to rest. They went straight to the palace, straight to the heart of the kingdom.The great palace hall stood vast and imposing, its pillars stretching high into the shadows above. When the Supreme Head Guard announced the arrival of the two royal princes and the wizard, surprise rippled through the hall.King Raynold, seated upon his throne, stiffened. The great doors opened, and Zussorender, Noah, and Ramsay entered. They walked forward in unison and stopped before the throne. Without hesitation, all three bowed deeply, showing the respect owed to the King of Axrax.“This is a surprise visit. I hope nothing is wrong, Zussorender?” King Raynold said, his voice calm but edged with concern as his eyes rested on Z

3 MONTHS LATERThree months had passed, and in that time Noah and Ramsay had crossed a threshold few ever reached. What once felt wild and unstable within them had become calm, obedient—power answering to will alone. With bare hands and focused minds, they could summon and shape magic as naturally as breathing. At last, they could truly call themselves wizards.King Raynold watched them with pride. So did Zussorender and the royal princes. There was no doubt anymore—the training had succeeded. Yet Zussorender was not finished.He summoned the two royal princes to the palace training ground for what he called one final lesson.The wide stone field was quiet when Noah and Ramsay arrived. They stepped forward together and bowed deeply before their master. Zussorender returned the bow, his expression calm, unreadable.Zussorender said slowly, “I know you both possess extraordinary skill in swordsmanship. So I will not insult you by challenging you with blades. You have also mastered magic