The ancient staircase spirals downward, its structure carved from a blend of obsidian and enchanted stone that gleams faintly in the dim light. Every step is steep and narrow, worn smooth by centuries of use. The air grows colder and heavier as Isabella and Aurora descend, their surroundings illuminated only by the flickering flame of Isabella’s candle. The faint scent of ash and damp earth lingers in the air.

The walls are alive with history, etched with Draconian script and symbols that seem to ripple under the shifting candlelight. Each line of text appears to have been carved with incredible precision, not by human hands, but by the nails of a dragon.

Aurora’s fingers trail nervously along the wall as she whispers, her voice trembling.
“Thurir, thurir sia irlym filki, veht vur mor'ranr. Coi jahus wer era di wer Aetheric Korth, vi jaseve wux shio arcaniss vur nurh.”

Isabella’s eyes narrow, the text tugging at the edges of her memory. She murmurs softly, her voice laced with curiosity.
"I don't know, but I’ve seen these words before… in the Grimoire.”

Aurora glances at her, startled.
"You’ve read this language before?"

Isabella nods slowly, her tone now thoughtful, almost distant, as if piecing together a puzzle. "Yea in class and I know it's the tale..the tale of the crown, Aunt Jenns often tell me." Isabella read in clear words, her eyes shining like its scanning the words.

"Coi jahus vi darastrix Aetherion, wer hansa di wer darastrix. Wer korth heldvi nomeno khalil, kapral di vin'agra vur bringir tairais ekess wer svern. Vi charis di whedab, ve ve wer hansa di wer darastrix, rigluin si itov.”

Long ago, before the world was as we know it, there existed a realm of unparalleled beauty and harmony. This was the era of the Aether Crown, a time when dragons soared the skies, and their wisdom guided our ancestors.

The Aether Crown was no ordinary relic. It was forged in the heart of the first dragon, King, the greatest of all dragons. The crown held immense power, capable of uniting the elements and bringing balance to the world.

The words send an eerie echo through the narrow stairwell. Shadows flicker and dance across the carvings, momentarily giving the impression that the dragons depicted on the walls are moving. Aurora shivers, her voice shaky.
"Isabella… are you sure we should keep going? What if there’s… something waiting for us down here?”

Isabella presses forward resolutely, her expression calm but her voice tinged with an unshakable determination.

𝑂𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑, 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.

“𝐶𝑜𝑖 𝑗𝑎ℎ𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑖 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑡 𝑗𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑜 𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑗𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑘𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑟. 𝑆𝑖 𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑟 𝑗𝑎ℎ𝑢𝑠 𝑣𝑖 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝑣𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑖 𝑣𝑖 𝑛𝑢𝑟𝑖 𝑠𝑣𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑣𝑖 𝑘𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ.”
𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑦𝑚𝑏𝑜𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦. 𝐸𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑔𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑖𝑚𝑏𝑢𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑠.
𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠.

Isabella continues "It was said that when the crown rested upon the rightful ruler's head, the elements would harmonize, and the land would flourish."
Her confidence is unnerving, and Aurora tightens her grip on the wall for support.

As they descend, the stairwell seems endless, each step deeper into mystery. Faint whispers begin to hum in the soft air, indistinct murmurs that seem to emanate from the stone itself. The light from Isabella’s candle flickers against the carvings, revealing a story of dragons, war, and a long-lost throne.

The air grows colder and damper, and Aurora’s breathing quickens.
"This place... it’s giving me chills. I can feel the power all around us.”

Isabella, calm and focused, replies without turning back.
"Stay close. We're almost there. Fear cannot stop us now."

Finally, the staircase ends, revealing a massive stone door titled in bold, ancient script: "Arcane Vault of Enigmas." Isabella hesitates briefly before tracing the letters with her fingers.

The Draconian script ends with an ominous passage.
"Jahus altiui, vur wer svern jahus athti persvek chaos. Yth ancestor ghergo wer korth, vur vow vi tiichi sia lae rigluin si true heir voga ekess reclaim coi."
They both Isabella and Evelina reads the last lines "and in the betrayal of queen of Eclipse the crown get lost and they sacrifice themselves for a unborn child. Who will born and restore the balance of mecatopia." Both Isabella and Evelina's eyes shining in passion, both were thinking they are the true heir of the crown and throne.

Aurora, still gripping Isabella’s arm, looks at her nervously.
"What does it mean? Why does it feel like it’s… watching us?”
"Its a story of crown which lost because of helena." Isabella replied.

With a deep breath, Isabella pushes the door open. A blast of cool air rushes out, carrying with it the faint sound of whispers and a heavy sense of magic. They step into a vast chamber, dimly lit by floating golden orbs that hover in the air, casting a warm glow over the ancient surroundings. The orbs move fluidly, as though alive, illuminating shelves upon shelves of ancient tomes bound in leather, dragon hide, and other mystical materials.

In the center of the chamber stands a grand altar, carved from black stone and etched with glowing runes. A crystalline orb rests atop the altar, radiating energy that feels both calming and overwhelming.

Aurora’s eyes widen as she notices the walls lined with portraits.
“Isabella… look. These portraits…”

She grabs Isabella’s hand and drags her toward the far wall. There, a series of eight intricately painted portraits form what looks like a family tree. The first two depict an imposing man and woman—clearly rulers—followed by six portraits of their children.

Aurora gasps, her voice trembling.
"Look at her… the eyes, the hair, the tattoo… it’s you, Isabella."

Isabella stares at the portrait in shock. The resemblance is uncanny. The woman in the painting shares her platinum hair, piercing gaze, and even the same majestic dragon tattoo that spans across her back.

Aurora, visibly shaken, turns to her.
"Isabella, are you really… a dragon-blood?”

Isabella hesitates, her voice breaking slightly as she takes in the chamber, the portraits, and the Draconian text etched all around them. Finally, she nods. But one of them were scratched with nail, her face was not showing even her name too. Than she read "the last dragon family. In last she reads "Isabella Valeria Draconis." Her hair goosebumps and her eyes widen.

Look aurora the last two  people, she point finger on her mother and father "Hayley Valeria Draconis and Xylarian Veleria Draconis has unborn child "Isabella Valeria Draconis" Its me.."

Aurora stumbles back, overwhelmed, as Isabella begins reading aloud the texts on the walls, her voice firm and steady.

"Atherion Valeria Draconis had 1 daughter name Hayley Valeria Draconis from 1 wife Myhrrean Valeria Draconis and other 5 siblings from a Vampire queen "Tesia Velmont." Isabella focus on Velmont she realised it will be Phillip's ancestor. She read names of the children's "Helena Valeria Draconis the Fire Manipulator, Xylarian Valeria Draconis the ice manipulator, Orion Valeria Draconis the Wind Manipulator, Kaelen the Darkness manipulator and last one "Jenna Valeria Draconis the earth Manipulator." Isabella hands trembling.

She whispers "it cant he happen." Aurora asks what she replies "Why would Aunt Jenna lied to me." Aurora said "I don't know what re you talking about".

Isabella see a book which is dark blue in color its title is shimmering "the legacy of dragons". She took the book start reading.

The pure dragons are Descended directly from the ancient dragon lineage with no external influence, maintaining the purest form of dragon magic.

The last pure dragons blooded "Atherion and Myhrrean" was born after centuries after the dark rule of king Aegion 4. They born magically with transformation.

𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔,

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛'𝑠 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑀𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝐴𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑀𝑦ℎ𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑠. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝐴𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑀𝑦ℎ𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 1 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 "𝐻𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 10 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑.

Isabella reading,

She exhibited extraordinary powers from birth, developing unique elemental abilities.
She has silver shiny white hair, piercing blue eyes, and dragon tattoo. Her tattoo is majestic and intricate, representing dragons in their full glory. These tattoos glow faintly when magic is activated, with hues of gold, silver, and fiery red.

They exhibit physical dragon traits such as slit-like pupils, scaly patterns on the skin during powerful spells, and an ethereal aura.

Atherion child's born as a tribid but impure blood. They will cursed on world.
The tribid offsprings are Helena Valeria Draconis, Orion Valeria Draconis, Kaelen Valeria Draconis, Xylarian Veleria Draconis and Jenna Valeria Draconis. Isabella's hand trembled as she reads the last name "Jenna Valeria Draconis." She said "it can't be." She trembling.

𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝐹𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ, 𝑎𝑖𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐵𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑓 ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 12 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦/𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒.

Isabella reading..

Their Symbolism is A mark of destiny and peace. They are revered as leaders capable of uniting the supernatural world. Meanwhile second species tribid are opposites to them Their tattoos are darker and more menacing, often appearing in shades of black, crimson, and shadowy silver. These tattoos sometimes pulse with dark energy, symbolizing the dual nature of their bloodline.

When angry or using magic, their veins darken, and their eyes glow blood-red with draconic slits.
𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔..

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝐿𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠; 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐷𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑣𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝐸𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ, 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑠.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑠. 𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 3 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚.

Isabella reading,
The Curse of Shadows: Impure dragons are often bound to darkness, unable to thrive in pure daylight without magical protection.

The Curse of Loss: Their corrupted magic causes them to destroy what they love most, leaving them isolated and tormented.

Blood Dependency: Their vampiric side makes them crave blood, sometimes overriding their dragon instincts.

Pure-Blooded Witches are hailed as the saviors and rightful rulers of Mecatopia, representing the unbroken legacy of dragons.
𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔,
𝐼𝑚𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒-𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑊𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠.

The book and and both girls start doubting on their blood. They are pure blooded or impure like helena and others. There are thousands of questions rising in Isabella and Evelina's mind, will they both faught for each other or one will sacrifice for other one.