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The Dragon King's Mate

Hazel found herself in the realm of Arcadia where creatures of fantasy lived. Fascinated by what she saw, she was hopeful for a better life but found herself captured, quickly shattering all her hopes of a better life. Just when she thought her hopes of living were all in vain, she was saved and taken to the castle by the king who claimed her to be his destined mate. Hazel later learned that she had magic within her that she was unknown to. She pledged to find the truth about her origin and learn to put her powers to use. But in her quest to discover and uncover her hidden abilities, evil resurfaced, threatening the new life she had built for herself. When faced with the dark secrets of Arcadia, Hazel must fight for her survival and the survival of the realms. ------- Excerpt: Standing side by side, they watched as the crack on the ground grew wider and the black smoke that oozed from it became thicker. Standing beside it were the dark Elf and a banshee who had broken the five seals that sealed the darkness away and kept it at bay. "What is that?" Hazel asked. She could not believe the sight before her. A realm as beautiful as this harbored such darkness within it! On a closer look, she was able to identify Duran but she could not identify the other person standing beside him. "The Banshee," Arzaan replied. His gaze fixated on the two who had broken the seals he placed on the land. Shifting his gaze momentarily from them, he puts a shield on Hazel and holds onto her waist to prevent her from moving forward already knowing what would happen next. "Why are they...? Her words were left unfinished. Her eyes grew wide at the phenomenon that had materialized before them. "What is that?"

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Hazel woke up finding herself on a bed. She looked around and found the torches in the wall had been put on to illuminate the room. The room was unfamiliar which startled her and her heart began pounding again. She was afraid that maybe being saved by Arzaan was a dream and she had been taken by someone else.

She quickly jumped down from the bed and walked to the window to see if there was a away for her to jump down and escape. Reaching there, she saw that she far off from the ground. Jumping would only mean suicide. She chuckled at how helpless she was and shut her eyes tilting her head up to look at the sky. She opened them again and saw that she was no longer in Sigurd. The place was dark but not because of the environment or the darkness that filled the land but because it was night. She looked at the moon that had long risen and breathes in relief.

"At least this is not that place," she murmured under her breath.