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I feel a lump in my throat, “It wants us to bring everything back.” “Don’t Tru. We can convince it to keep things the way they are now,” Taran says in a plea. I shake my head, “It is too late. I brought everything back when my magic awoke. There is nothing we can do.” “I won’t lose you, Tru. You’re mine.” The same voice whispers, “I have a plan. We need all the dragons to restore the kingdom. I know how to keep them away from you.” Curious, I leave my room and get the stone out of its box. It is no longer black but glowing orange. Softly, I ask, “What is your plan?”

Kelvin stepped forward and added coldly, "Don't bother me with meaningless things anymore. As for the moonstone ring—give it to Amanda. Only the Luna of the pack has the right to wear it." His gaze dropped to my hand, his eyes narrowing. "Where is it?" he asked. I stared at him, my voice ice-cold. "I broke it—by mistake." "What?" Kelvin's eyes widened in disbelief. "You even shattered it? Do you have any idea what that ring was? My mother inherited it from my grandmother—it's the symbol of the Luna in our pack! And you broke it?!" His claws extended sharply, and for a moment, I thought he might actually attack me.

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

Astrid answers. The old man opens his left fist and a black stone shines in the light of the torch. Loras laughs. "We won't disturb you for long." Loras says, his tone getting more serious. "Is Astrid, the woman that stands next to me, of Dragon descent?" Astrid holds her breath as the old man opens his eyes and looks up. He opens his right fist. "A white stone..." Astrid gasps. Loras signs her to be silent. "Is Astrid, the woman that stands next to me, a dragon rider?" Loras asks and the process repeats. Another white stone. Astrid looks at Loras confused, but she says nothing.

assistant"> Asgard had long been gripped by cold, and even now a fine rain drifted through the air. The road leading to the sacred Dap Bridge lay hazy and indistinct, yet it was crowded with black knights pursuing from Hand City. They rode dragons, while skeletal phoenixes spread their wings overhead. Streaks of cold green light flashed through the thick mist as the army surged forward like a swiftly moving black cloud, sweeping toward Valhalla. The icy wind filled Loki’s thin white garments. His gaze was sharp, still searching everywhere. Just as the black knights drew near the square, Loki raised his hand and made a throwing motion toward them.

“Ilorde, don’t go for the left! It is a fucking trap!” “A what?” Ilorde screamed amid the roar of a single lightning bolt that pierced the darkened sky. Gone were the rain and the howls of the wind – like a damn calm before the fucking storm for the entire Nether City. No. Perhaps it was the calm before the storm for the entire worlds. Because of this, the grounds cracking as Ilorde’s Hydra form crashed from one point to another piles of rubles could be heard from miles away.

The sky above Eldoria had never looked like this before. The once-clear blue was now replaced by a deep, crimson hue, casting a bloody glow over the land. It was the first time since the Forsaken War that the sky had burned with such intensity. Lightning cracked sideways, like veins of fire splitting the heavens, while the earth beneath them quaked, sending ripples through the ground.

" The image of Nerissa walking through the outer yard with that stone in her hand and the pale gold Mark visible on her forearm moved through my mind. The way the hundred wolves from the related bloodlines looked at her. My jaw tightened. "What are you offering?" I said. Dorian reached inside his cloak and produced a small object. A ring with a gold band. Dark stone at the center with something moving inside it. Something that caught what little light existed. "Luna of Obsidian Keep," he said. "Formally with the full backing of Ashmoor Dominion and every territory allied to it." He held my eyes. "Zayden Crowe will not survive what is coming. That is not a threat. It is a scheduled outcome."

A deafening roar echoed across the sky. An enormous dragon made of living shadows burst free from the palace ruins. Its crimson eyes opened. They locked onto me. Even within the vision... It could see me. "Moon Child..." Its voice thundered inside my mind. "I am coming." The vision ended. I stumbled backward, breathing heavily. Wesley rushed to my side and caught me before I fell. "What happened?" I looked at him, fear filling my eyes. "The fourth relic..." "It's in the Sky Kingdom." Liam's smile disappeared.

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.