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War in Heaven

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Aurora tried to hold on to something—anything. But there was no rope, no saddle. Only the uneven rocks on the back of a colossal bear that she now knew was alive.

Her nails dug into the cracks in the rock, heat rising through her hands, her knees scraping against the friction. The ground shook with each step the creature took. She didn't dare let go. The wind blew hard, the voices of monsters all around, screams in languages that didn't exist, noises impossible to identify. It was like being in the middle of a war between gods.

Thales was standing. Simply standing—on the bear's head, as if it were the floor of his home.

His feet were steady. His posture was firm. His gaze... calm.

Aurora stared at him in terror.

“He's crazy...” she whispered through clenched teeth.

Then Thales raised one hand. Calmly. As if it were something trivial.

And rubbed his palm against his forearm.

What came out of it was no ordinary fire.

They were living flames — pulsing like blood. Red, gold, blue. Vibrant. Almost liquid. They wrapped around his fingers like bright snakes.

At the same time, the bear—Balu—opened its mouth.

And spat.

Not a roar. Not fire.

Rocks. Giant rocks, the size of cars, were thrown into the air with tremendous force, as if spat out by a cannon.

And at that moment, Thales pointed his glowing hands at them.

The flames leaped from his palms straight onto the projectiles. In seconds, the stones were ablaze, cutting through the sky like meteors toward their enemies.

Aurora screamed and cowered, protecting her head with her arms.

But they were not alone.

The creatures in the sky responded.

From their mouths came balls of boiling water, steam rising in thick columns. From others, sharp rocks cut through the air like blades. And some creatures—the winged, deformed, grotesque ones—spit bursts of condensed air so strong that they blew up mountains in the distance, tearing holes as if they were wet paper.

Aurora could only scream.

There was too much noise. Too much smoke. Too much light.

She wanted to wake up.

She wanted to be home. In the real world. With her mother yelling from the other room, Kaio complaining about something, Selena dragging her into yet another stupid mess.

This was a nightmare.

It had to be.

But the heat of the stones in her hands was real. The trembling of each step the bear took was real. The roars. The screams. The smell of smoke, blood, and torn earth. All real.

“I WANT TO GO HOME!” she screamed, her voice hoarse, but no one heard her.

Or if they did... no one cared.

The ground continued to shake beneath the giant bear's body.

Aurora clung to the rocks like a prisoner of her own life. Her scraped knees bled, her elbows burned. But it was either that or fall. And falling... meant dying. She already understood that.

Balu advanced.

The creature didn't run—it tore up the ground. Its paws sank and cracked the earth. Mud, stone, sand, forest... everything gave way under the weight of that living force.

Above, Thales stood motionless. His hands were still covered in flames that seemed to feed on his fury. The boy seemed connected to the bear, as if they were one body, one creature.

And behind them, hell.

Enemies came in droves—through the sky, through the earth, even through the air. Winged creatures dove down with beastly cries. One of them almost hit Balu's side, but the bear turned his body and the creature exploded against the living rock.

Aurora felt the splashes from the impact—something hot and viscous—on her leg.

She didn't want to know what it was.

Thales turned his face over his shoulder and shouted:

“We're almost at the Tron border! Hang in there!”

“I don't even know what that is, damn it!” she yelled back. “Where are you taking me? To a cult? A sacrifice?”

He laughed.

He laughed.

As if she had made a good joke.

“If that were the case, you'd already be dead, princess.”

Aurora almost lost strength in her fingers from so much hatred.

“I want to leave!” she yelled, her throat dry. “This is a nightmare! I didn't ask for this!”

Thales didn't even turn around.

“We're almost there.”

“What the hell is Tron?!”

“Your home.”

Aurora held her breath, not understanding anything.

But before she could curse again, the bear suddenly stopped.

A jump.

A damn jump.

The ground disappeared. They were flying.

For two seconds, there was only silence.

Then, the impact.

Aurora was thrown forward, but managed to hold on to something—maybe a stone mane, maybe her own fear. She wasn't sure.

“I almost died!” she shouted, gasping, tasting panic in her mouth.

“You almost die several times a day here. You get used to it.”

Thales jumped down nimbly and offered his hand. She ignored him.

She got up on her own, trembling.

And that's when she saw it.

Tron wasn't beautiful like the flowery fields. But there was something there—a raw, almost sacred force.

The cracked ground seemed to pulsate with ancient memory. Red dunes rose like tides of living sand. Dark trees cut across the sky with hard branches, and fire dripped from their leaves, as if nature there burned from within.

Volcanoes in the distance spewed silent embers. In Tron, fire was part of life.

Tron's beauty did not come from harmony. It came from the violence of contrast. It was a land that did not ask permission to exist.

Aurora tried to speak. She couldn't.

Thales just muttered:

“Tron Territory.”

A natural barrier separated that territory from the rest of Arcadia. It was visible. A line of red, smoking mountains, like open wounds in the ground.

And behind it... more creatures. Others.

But none attacked.

“They don't cross?” Aurora asked, her voice breaking.

“Not without dying first. This is Tron territory.”

She looked at him, still in shock.

“And who lives here?”

Thales smiled. But this time, without irony.

“People like you.”

Thales kept walking.

The stone bear—once a living mountain—was now the size of a car. Still imposing, but harmless at first glance. It walked beside the boy like a tame dog. From time to time, it tried to catch a strange butterfly with wings made of crystal and fire. Aurora looked at it and wondered if she was high. Or having a breakdown.

She stopped.

She didn't take another step.

Thales turned his face away, impatient. But she didn't move. Her mouth tight. Her gaze fixed.

“Either you explain to me what the hell is going on... or you leave me here.”

Her voice was firm, without tremor.

“If I'm this prize, if I'm that valuable... maybe I'll be better off with those crazy people on the other side. Maybe they'll treat me with more respect.”

Thales stopped too. The warm wind blew between them. His eyes glowed like embers. It was anger. But there was something else there too. Something denser, which made Aurora swallow hard and look away before he said a word.

“You are in Avalon,” he began, his voice low. “And Avalon is not a world made to welcome. It is a world made to test.”

He took a step forward.

“Here, every breath of wind, every drop of water, every grain of sand, and every root of the earth carries instinct. Everything here is alive. And everything chooses who deserves to survive.”

Aurora took a deep breath, her chest heaving.

“Beauty exists... but it is not harmless. Nothing here is.”

Thales pointed to the horizon, where the border lines still smoldered.

“Avalon is divided into four clans. Each one attuned to an element. The Tron Clan—fire and desert. The Varyn Clan—air and mountains. The Nara Clan—water, seas, and rivers. The Tora Clan—earth and forest.”

“Great,” Aurora replied sarcastically. “Magical geography. As if that helps.”

Thales didn't laugh.

“Tron is where we come from. The best of the four. The most brutal. A place that kills the weak, but where the strong are born.”

He stared at her again, more serious than ever.

“It's the birthplace of monsters. And legends.”

Aurora blinked, trying to take it in.

“Okay... and what does that have to do with me? I'm from Texas, okay? I was born in a hospital. I took biology and math classes, I went to parties. I'm normal.”

“Your father wasn't,” Thales replied. “He was from Tron. And his blood runs in you.”

She froze.

“That's impossible.”

“Welcome to the impossible, princess. Now come on. When we get to town, the Elder will explain the rest.”

Aurora hesitated, still digesting every word, but Thales was already walking again.

“Or you can wait until dark and deal with the Magnas.”

“Magnas?” she asked, still standing still.

Thales looked over his shoulder.

“Adorable little creatures. They breathe fire from their eyes. They love fresh meat.”

Aurora sprinted after him without a second thought.

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