Shadow of the Avian Daemon: Prophecy of the Fallen Kingdom
The chilly March wind whipped across the courtyard of Meridian’s palace, biting through cloaks and scattering dry leaves across the stone pathways. Outside the grand entryway, the familiar, weathered silhouette of an ancient wooden structure nestled between the branches of an immense oak.
"For Merlin's sake... they're here," Will Vandom said, turning back toward the grand hall.
Behind her stood a rare gathering of realms: her siblings, Queen Elyon and Prince Phobos, alongside Bloom, leader of the Winx Club, and her sister Daphne, the Nymph of Magix.
Elyon stepped forward, her regal mantle rustling. "The Magic Treehouse... it’s back?"
Before Will could answer, a lone, tall figure stepped out from the shadows of the tree’s base, wrapped in a heavy traveling cloak. Scarface, the legendary Svall of Kuruda, pulled back his hood, revealing sharp features etched by battle.
"I'm afraid we have come not on Merlin's behalf, but for his sake," Scarface announced, his low voice cutting through the whistling wind.
Daphne crossed her arms, her golden aura flickering slightly in the damp air. "The early March weather is cold and windy, Scarface, but your words are colder. So, you'd like to sell your soul? Are you sure about that, friend? You'd be throwing away your life—not to mention the title of Svall. What could you possibly accomplish by taking such extreme measures?"
Scarface stared into the grey sky, his eyes burning with an unyielding resolve. "I have set out to prove my strength. Even if the strongest warrior alive shall rise against me, even if they are triumphant, I must carry on. For I cannot allow anything to end my battles."
"In darkness..." a cold, smooth voice echoed from the hall behind them.
Phobos stepped out into the light, a faint, sardonic smile playing on his lips. "It's been quite a while."
"In fact, it has, my old friend," Scarface acknowledged without flinching.
Prince Phobos straightened his high collar, looking toward the open pages of an ancient tome resting on the courtyard table. "I have come to see the events that are about to transpire. Give heed to this warning, humankind..."
Bloom and Tecna leaned over the heavy volume, scanning the glowing parchment together. Tecna began reading the passage aloud:
“The creature of destruction will appear from the illuminating world, revealing his sacred wings. He will perceive that which is missing and mirror himself among the citizenry. When the three sacred planets align, their power will extend throughout the universe, and he will usher in doom and destruction.”
Bloom flipped to the title page of the reference text beside it. "Here’s our book: Anthropomorphic Winged Monsters by Sirius Facetious. Angels, vampires, winged humans... anthropomorphic monsters with retractable wings."
"That's what I thought," Tecna said, analyzing the magical signatures pulsing from the text. "The wings are hidden. He will usher in doom and destruction..." She turned toward Scarface, Phobos, and Elyon. "This sounds like a prophecy, Bloom."
Bloom nodded grimly, turning to the royal siblings of Meridian and the Svall.
Elyon looked at Will, a surge of quiet gratitude breaking through her concern. Will’s initial selection as the Guardian of the Heart of Kandrakar had saved countless worlds, but deep down, Will knew her true calling had always been closer to home: protecting her sister Elyon, the very Heart of Meridian, from whatever dark forces the aligning planets were about to unleash.
Comments
Post a Comment