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But the word lingered in the air, sharp and dangerous. Just then, a young scout rushed in, breathless and pale. “Elara—news from the outer ridge. The royal army is moving. Faster than expected.” “How many?” “A full battalion. And Kael… he’s leading them.” Silence struck the war room. Dain’s face darkened. “He’s chosen his side.” Elara’s heart clenched, but she forced herself to nod. “Then so have we.” Outside, thunder cracked through the sky though no storm was forecasted. The magic in the air was thickening, old forces waking with the scent of rebellion.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 12:30 PM "In the year of 1979, I witnessed a young seer give a prophecy about the end of the Dark Lord." Dumbledore said, and saw that he had Erik's attention. He took a deep breath and continued.

But they promised each other that no matter how busy they were they would always make time for each other. Alpha Killian was an ambitious upstart in the army of General Tom Harvey. For months, he had been planning a daring attack on Harvard Castle, a heavily fortified stronghold that had stood for centuries. He had assembled a small army of brave and loyal soldiers to join him in the assault, and now all that remained was to arm them for battle. He had carefully organised every last detail, and now the weapons of war were being distributed. As the soldiers began to fill their hands with deadly blades and swords, Killian looked on with a mix of anticipation and apprehension.

‘Getting ahead of yourself I think’ Rex smirked, taking in a deep breath and making his way over to Raz who had finished setting up a small campfire. “So Azulthaël, how do you know about this so-called army that marches on Dracones? Any idea who it is?” Raz said, sitting down next to Lizz who was scribbling in her notepad. ‘Al’ik shared a vision of an army of darkness descending on Hale, we could not see who's army it was or who was at the helm, but they were powerful enough to know someone was seeing them and ended the vision abruptly’ Azulthaël said, skilfully taking out some odd-looking black mushrooms from his pouch and carefully bringing them to his mouth.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Derek roared, his alpha dominating the woods as armies from both sides fell on their knees leaving only Damon and Klaus who had a smirked still plastered on his face. "Seems you have not forgotten the past Derek, why don't we just end this once and for all this night?" Klaus requested. "Attack!" He yelled and his large army charged against Mr Derek and his little army who were fully ready for the fight. . . . SECLUDED AREA. "Impossible!you can't defeat me, you can't defeat the god of darkness!" Voldemort yelled, blood gushing freely from of his mouth while Summer in her demonic form hovered above him.

Date: 30th December, 1474 The Dark Lord stood at the periphery of the Magna kingdom. War against the king Aldrich Eversons began. Enemies being aggressive, burst into the kingdom. Soldiers of Magna tightened their grips on the weapons. Their eyes widened as they saw witches flying towards them on their broomsticks. Although they had encountered witches several times before, having a war against thousands of them at a time was challenging. It was the first time they had a war against magical creatures.

If he brings Debby to him, the truth will be revealed that he had lured Debby here? "Debby is too tired, she won't be able to see you...you should..." Before Arhur could complete his statement, Harry slapped him hard on the face. "It would take me a second to bring a battalion of soldiers here and destroy everything here! Bring Debby out now!" His look were so scary. Arthur was well aware of what Harry could do, he spat out blood and nodded, then walked back inside the mansion.

"Hmm… Mr. Dante!" I said and felt delighted to see him. "I heard the news that you were able to survive a quest that was ranked S-tier, I still can’t believe it, although you've changed a lot that I almost didn't recognize you. I was kinda embarrassed at his statement since Mr. Dante was the vice-commander of Deathly Hallows, a famous group composed mostly of A-tier challengers. He tried to recruit me once as a runner during their raid, only that the commander opposed it so it didn't actually happen.

"The dragon army is known for their ability to cause destruction by burning down the enemy. It would make the fight easier, but..." I completed her sentence, my voice low and serious. "We might not get who were truly after." Avery's eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the unspoken name hanging in the air. "The Dark Lord," she whispered. I nodded, my jaw clenched in determination. "Yes. I believe the only way to defeat the Dark Lord and his people for good is to make sure he's there before we burn the army of vampires. There's a possibility he won't show up at the war front, that he'll be the last resort as well."