After 10 Centuries On 28th October 1986.

After the fall of dragon witches, the mecatopia has almost changed and here, it always rains, neither the sun nor the moon is ever visible. Meanwhile, in the castles dark room, Jenna lay on floor. Her belly is shining golden in colour, and the apostrophe mark is filled with her blood. She looks like a wounded lioness, her bones breaking one by one, each broken bone taking her memory of family, love, taking her lifespan and her magic. She's becoming vulnerable but still casting spell in "draconian" language.

The night is very dangerous, almost black, the werewolves and vampires madden killing everything which is coming infront of them. The Dragon Castle, where Jenna lies on the apostrophe mark and screaming in pain. Her face is shining with sweat, and the hair is stuck on her face.

"Aeternus Custodiae,
Sanguis Draconis, aeternum floreat."

Her voice is stammering in pain, but still, she is saying those lines.

In umbris abscondita, potentia servata,
Usque ad tempus prophetiam complere.
Sacrificium ultimum, vita donatur,
Ad perpetuam custodiam nostrae progeniei."

As Jenna cast the last line, suddenly the castles started shaking, a foreboding rumble echoing through the ancient stones, the whispers spreading everywhere in the castle, ghost and the angel of death shouting, their voice echoing through hall. Outside, the sky was turbulent, splitting open with the veins of golden lightning, casting ominous shadows. The Blood start boiling in the blood lake, tress turn into skeletal hands, shadowy glowing eyes shining and they flying outside around the castle. Crimson rain spattered against the windows, leaving streaks that looked like blood on the windows. Suddenly, the air comes and whispers Isabella's name as if they know about her.

There's a room in the castle where old Valerian coffins were kept, their eyes crying blood, like they are coming alive. With the burst of electricity, the coffins exploded, and 8 souls emerged. Each has distinct colours and shimmering auras; they fly and gather around Jenna and start casting a spell with Jenna. Others like, shadowy figures, saying "Her fate is tied to the fall of kingdoms, yet she will rebuild or destroy all."
"You have doomed this world for a second time."

Jennas eyes widen her nose is bleeding. She has used too much of her magic and the child siphoning all her magic. They casting together, the air becomes thick and shimmering with a faint golden glow around them. The apostrophe mark starts shining with them. Jenna's belly blood which spread on floor turn red to in golden.

Jenna gasped for breath, her hands holding at the blood-soaked robes. "I... I can't... hold on...fast, the child is killing me, and she let out a scream that echoed through the castle. The witches gathered around her, their hands outstretched, chanting louder now as they began to channel their magic into her.

The room grew brighter as tendrils of light swirled through the air, converging on Jenna's belly.

One by one, the witches began to enter Jenna's belly to give Isabella powers. And with a final, bloodcurdling scream, Jenna felt the child move within her, and with a great surge of pain, the baby had been born. The light faded, leaving the room in near darkness, save for the flickering candles. Jenna's head lolled back, her breath coming in short gasps as she stared down at the tiny figure now lying on her chest.

The baby, Isabella, was radiant, her small body shimmering with a faint golden hue. Her hair was a striking silver-white, and when she opened her eyes, they were a piercing, unnatural blue. Across her back and shoulders, a mysterious dragon tattoo seemed to come alive, glowing faintly in the dim light.

Jenna's eyes widened in horror and awe as she looked down at her child. "A dragon lineage..." she whispered before the exhaustion overwhelmed her, and she fell back against the pillows, unconscious.

But there was no time to contemplate what had happened. Jenna's body was now completely drained of its magical power. She holds Isabella, and as she holds her, she is lost in vision; she sees "Isabella, older and sitting on the throne, the shadows gathered around her. Jenna gasped; she held Isabella tighter and was lost in another vision filled with fire and blood. Isabella was controlling her powers against the faceless enemies, Her face filled with determination and sorrow."

The final image was of Isabella alone, the crown slipping from her hands and she fell. Her nose was bleeding, and her eyes were appended. Jenna's chest tightened, and the future loomed ominous and uncertain. She knew she'd to give anything to change Isabella's fate, even if it cost her life.

As the storm continued to rage outside, Jenna, drenched in sweat and blood, forced herself to her feet. The baby in her arms was still, her eyes closing as she drifted into sleep, her tiny chest rising and falling with each breath. Jenna weakened but driven by a primal need to protect her child, stumbled towards the ancient banner.

The banner is a deep scarlet of dragon fire, stretched with the Crest of the dragon throne. Relics rested on stone pedestals, crystals infused with magic, dragon bones, and an ancient sword rumoured to have slain a thousand foes. Jenna ran her fingers over a stone relic that pulsed faintly under her touch.

"I call over the first dragon King Aegion I, the first flame of fire and blood, help me. Your last grand daughter is in danger, your rulers are in trouble, pity on us," Jenna shout her voice echoing in the castle, she feels the weight of centuries presses down on her, urging her to keep Isabella safe. As her blood touches the relic. Jenna starts casting the Preservation spell again; she rests Isabella in front of the banner, and the symbols and words start flickering in the air, glowing with an otherworldly light. Runes wound around her wrist and Isabella's shoulders.

Ghostly voice whispers start echoing, which is saying, "One will rise, shadows will fall."
Jenna is in shocked, there is a one baby so why they are saying on will rise and other will fall.

Than, Suddenly, the draconian tattoo turns into the mark of eternal flame. The marzk, etched like fire upon her skin, shaped like a crown intertwined with dragon wings. She murmured, remembering the old tales that claimed only a true heir to the dragon throne bore such a sign. "You were born to rule." Awe and fear twisted within her; this mark was both a blessing and a curse, revealing the battles Isabella would face to claim her legacy.

"I have to... I have to get her out of here," she muttered to herself, her voice trembling with fear. She knew that the new generation didn't know about the baby, but what about the hungry vampires who are still hunting supernatural and The bloodthirsty werewolves, who have eaten the whole lineage of Phoenixes? Only a few witches and fairies are left in Mecatopia who are living hidden from hunting vampires and werewolves' eyes. She left the castle from back side and hear the last whisper

"Two will rise, but only one will reign. Beware the cost of destiny."

She get confused again and arrived at the dark forest. Every step was a struggle, her body weakened from the ordeal, but she needed to protect her newborn daughter. The hair on her neck prickled, she could feel eyes watching from the shadows.

A branch snapped nearby, and she froze, her heart pounding. She heard the distant, eerie howls of werewolves and the whispered laughter of vampires closing in. With Isabella in her arms, she forced herself to keep moving, glancing over her shoulder as shadows seemed to dart just out of view. Every step felt like a countdown, each moment a heartbeat closer to their enemies.

She moved towards her home, her heart pounding in her chest. Every instinct told her she needed to get away, to hide Isabella from the world until the crown again activated with Isabella's powers. The world would not understand the power she held. But as she reached to open the door, she heard a strange sound reach her ears, a soft, plaintive cry carried on the wind.

Jenna froze, and the cry came again, weak and desperate, a sound that pierced through the storm. She turned, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. It was coming from somewhere nearby, but the rain made it difficult to hear.

Driven by a new sense of urgency, Jenna moved, her feet splashing through the mud as she followed the sound. The crying grew louder as she approached the edge of a small valley where a narrow stream had overflowed, turning into a fast-moving river. There, near the water's edge, she saw it, a small bundle floating in the stream, wrapped in a white blanket, the cry growing weaker by the moment.

With a gasp, Jenna rushed forward, almost slipping as she knelt by the water, reaching out to grab the bundle. Suddenly, the water turn to black, glowing with unnatural veins and the shadowy figures are creeping on the edges of the forest, as they trying to claim the baby. She ignores it and pulled it to her chest, her heart paining as the crying subsided, the tiny form within the blanket squirming weakly. She carefully unwrapped the blanket, revealing a baby, another newborn, with a soft, ethereal glow to her skin. Suddenly, the blood moon rise, the blood lake turn to violet wave. The baby's hair was a dark brown, and her eyes, when they fluttered, were a dark black and the veins surrounded her eyes than turn to shimmering gold, hinting at two conflicting destinies and personalities inside her, a dark force bound by a sliver of light. Baby screams, her voice shakes the Mecatopia. The snakes, the wolves, their sharp teeth filled with blood, they gather around her and fearing of her, they down their head. Jennas heart beating very fast, but she knows if she show her fear they will torn apart her and the baby.

Jenna felt a strange blend of awe and dread. Shadows seemed to cling to this baby, pulsing with an unnatural energy. For a moment, she thought she saw a darkness in the baby's eyes, a glimpse of something ancient and terrifying. She stare in baby's eyes for looking what's in it ? She lost in vision in which everywhere just fire and the weather is dark ominous, shadows ruling on mecatopia, no one alive just shadows ruling on mecatopia. She shake her head and out of the vision. She stared baby her hands shaking. She whisper
"You're...connected to her,"
Suddenly a shadowy figure stand from the water and said "Two flames, one destiny. Let the chaos begin."
Despite the danger, she wrapped the baby in a cloth. The wolves roaring and going to biting Jenna and the baby with the stream beast. The baby shout again, the Mecatopia shakes again and the blood lake split and a blood crimson beast emerged and saving jenna and the baby. Its gesturing jenna with eyes and attack on wolves.

The baby cooed softly, her tiny hand reaching out to grasp Jenna's finger. Jenna hold baby and run towards Isabella into the car, she drove to her home. She open the door and placed both babies on bed together. They create a mystical reaction. The room shake, the glowing symbols on their bodies interconnect into a larger sigil, and a booming voice from window announce a prophecy,

"One shall rise to unite the shattered crown, the other to break it anew. Together, they will rebuild the fire, or they will extinguish it forever."

Jenna hold both babies and she notices the tattoo behind second baby. A dark black tattoo, mixture of darkness and light, with skeletal wings of dragon and a broken crown on the dragons face.
Jenna's eyes widen and she said "you are hear to create trouble in my baby's life. But I won't let you do this."

She holds Isabella tight in arms. Feeling the weight of destiny settle like a stone in her heart. "I promised to protect you," she whispered, her voice catching. "Even if it costs me everything." Memories of her former life, her family, and her powers were all sacrificed for Isabella, but she shoved them aside. "There's no going back now," she resolved, knowing her past could never be recovered, but her daughter's future depended on her strength.

She carefully placed the two babies on the bed, their two small forms glowing faintly and symbols appearing around them. Jenna's heart pounded as more symbols appeared around the second baby, spelling out something darker, something unfinished. She took a shaky breath, aware that these symbols foretold a struggle between light and darkness, a struggle that would demand everything from Isabella.
With the burst of wind, her window open, she saw that someone has been watching her, a figure from the shadows with blood red eyes. Jenna shout "leave us alone." The figure laughing in scary voice which is echoing in whole town it said

"The prophecy begins. Let's see which child survives."