Romans & histoires Descendants Aladdin

He didn’t blink. “There’s something buried beneath our bloodline. Something they once called a gift. But it’s not. It’s a curse. We see too much. Feel too deep. Remember too long. And the Descendants — they use that. They take children like you. Like Tristan. They dig their claws into your memory and twist it until you forget who you are. That’s what they want for Cara.” The voice crackled.

He asked in a low, broken voice. "Yes", I reply. Eighteen years ago “Mom, can you please tell me a story?” Jayden’s seven-year-old version asked his Mom”. She smiled brightly, her beautiful heart-shaped face lighting up. “What do you want to hear, my child?” “A story about royals. About a princess and a prince”. They were sitting around a small tea table, on the rooftop of their huge mansion. His mother was dressed in a flowing green gown and endowed with matching shoes, earrings, necklaces, and bracelets. As a child, he had thought that she was the most beautiful woman he would ever know.

“King Ailduin, this is Cayden Holstin. I’m calling to let you know that we’ve found several dragon descendants and we’re going to be meeting with them shortly to explain to them what they are and what it means to be descended from dragons.” “How many?” he asks. “Four. And they’re from all four lines of dragons.” “Even the Ddraig line?” he asks. “Yes, and I wanted to ask you about that,” Cayd says, looking up at me. “I’m on my way. It will take me an hour if Anastasia runs in wolf form and I run with her,” he says, and I can hear that he’s moving. “King Ailduin, do we need to be concerned? Torin, that’s the descendant from the Ddraig line, seems more of a fighter than the others.”

She gave me a small smile. "It's alright Ianna, I am happy for you. Now you have your mate and your father. Not only that, you are a princess and not an ordinary one like me but a true princess descendent of the Moon Goddess. I swear, I knew you were special from the first day we met."