Chapter 3: chronicles of lost world and the downfall of witches

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## Chapter 3: chronicles of lost world and the downfall of witches

As Lyra observed them closely she was intrigued by both the siblings Isabella's magic was unlike anything Lyra had seen before. It wasn't like magic; it felt purer like nature but also dangerous like nature like she is blessed by nature.

"Isabella," Lyra said as they reached deeper into the library, her eyes reflecting the flicker of candle flames. "Your magic is unique—a fusion of life and nature."

Isabella nodded. "The World Tree—the ancient guardian of our realm—granted me this power upon my birth."

Alexander watched as Isabella's fingertips glowed with verdant energy. She could command the elements—the very fabric of existence—like no other.

"Nature obeys you," Lyra said. "The winds whisper your name, and the earth stirs at your touch."

Isabella smiled. "I can feel the pulse of every leaf, every blade of grass.

"I assume you still can't control your magic, Alexander?"Lyra questioned Alexander as she could see chaotic uncontrolled energy emanating out of his body.

"Yes, I am unable to control them. The only thing I can do is enhance my body with life energy, which increases my strength and regeneration abilities. However, I cannot do the same with death energy, as it may corrupt my body instead.

Alexander stood in silence and let his mind wander, contemplating the very essence of his existence. He couldn't help but wonder about the chaotic energy that surged within him. As he thought deeply, he questioned the very nature of his role: was he a catalyst, an agent of change, or a disruption, an obstacle to progress? The answer eluded him as he continued to grapple with his sense of purpose and identity.

"Alexander, don't be discouraged about controlling two opposite elements like life and death. Instead, be proud of yourself for mastering life magic, which is extremely difficult."Lyra assured Alexander as she knows how difficult it is to control something as chaotic as life-and-death magic.

" I understand" As soon as he heard her words, Alexander nodded his head in agreement, his eyes shining with determination. He resolved to take action and make the necessary changes to improve himself, setting a clear goal in his mind to achieve success. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was confident in his ability to rise to the challenge and work hard to achieve his desired outcome.

As rain tapped against the library windows, they continued to explore further—to unravel secrets hidden in starlight and mend fractures in reality.

Lyra, the Witch of Destruction, had become their guide. Her presence was both comforting and unsettling—an enigma wrapped in kindness. She led them past rows of leather-bound tomes, each whispering forgotten secrets.

"Come with me," Lyra beckoned, pushing open the heavy oak door. "Behold, the oldest repository of knowledge, the place where the oldest of the history of this kingdom is recorded."

Alexander followed her inside, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpets. The room was illuminated by sunbeams that filtered through the stained glass windows, casting a warm glow on the shelves that stretched to the vaulted ceiling. Each book on the shelves was a silent sentinel as if guarding the secrets of the kingdom.

Isabella's eyes widened as she gazed at the vast collection of books. "How many lifetimes of wisdom lie here?"

Lyra's gaze darkened. "Some of the knowledge here is forbidden, dangerous even for us."

The three of them wandered among the shelves, trailing fingers over spines worn by time. Isabella's fingertips brushed an ancient tome, the cover embossed with silver vines.

"Is this...?" Isabella began.

Lyra nodded. "This is the Book of Forgotten Stories, a chronicle of lost worlds and hidden truths."

Alexander leaned closer. "What stories does it hold?"

Lyra's voice held echoes of distant realms. "Legends of twin sisters, the Witch of Creation and the Witch of Destruction."

Isabella's breath caught. "Twin sisters?"

"Yes," Lyra said. "They were born under a comet's light, their magic intertwined like ivy on an ancient tree."

"The Witch of Creation wove life," Lyra continued. "She is the beginning of the witch race and also their progenitor.

"And her twin?" Isabella asked.

"The Witch of Destruction," Lyra said softly. "She was born alongside the Witch of Creation and together they created the Witch Realm, a haven for witches, their home."

Alexander asked. "What is the Witch Realm?"

Lyra's eyes held sorrow. "It is a realm only for witches and was also our former home."

Isabella's eyes widened as realization dawned. "Wait, Eris was the Witch of Destruction, but you called yourself the Witch of Destruction. That means..."

"Lyra," Isabella whispered, "you're Eris, the twin sister of Elara, the Witch of Creation."

Lyra's smile held both ancient wisdom and vulnerability. "Yes, Isabella. We were once inseparable, but an unfortunate incident caused us to separate."

"Lyra," he said, "what happened to you and your sister?"

"We were not only the first witches but also some of the most beautiful mortals," Lyra replied. "Unfortunately, we drew unwanted attention from the gods as the first mortals to wield power over creation and destruction."

Lyra glanced at Alexander, the boy who held chaos within him. Hope sparkled in her eye, maybe he could fix their fractured destinies.

Alexander asked, "What happened then?"

**Lyra**: "Elara had a duty as the Witch of Creation to create new witches and protect the Witch Realm, but she was unfortunate enough to garner the attention of a demon god who fancied her. When that god offered her to be his concubine, she angered him by refusing to marry him. The angry god used his eldritch power and cursed the Witch of Creation to be imprisoned in the Shadow Realm, where only monsters live, and the witches who were granted power by Elara were cursed with immortality and would never be able to have a relationship with a man. If they did, the man would die immediately."

Isabella: "And Eris? What happened to you afterward? Did you also get cursed?"

Lyra: "After that hateful god cursed all the witches, I was no exception. At that time, I was still young, and so was my sister. We were only strong by human standards but were the playthings of the gods. Our realm was destroyed by the demons and we became homeless. After that, I met Drake, who was your ancestor. He helped us witches and gave shelter to us. As a repayment, I vowed to serve the royal family of Dragonheart. While the remaining witches separated with me to live a normal life, I became the keeper of forgotten stories, a guardian of this kingdom."

Alexander stepped closer. "Can we reunite you both?"

"There is indeed a way, the bridge between worlds, which connects the mortal world with the Shadow Realm and the many other realms. But you have to wait until you are strong enough to cross the dimensional rift. Even then, you have to fight the demons who are the rulers of the Shadow Realm," Lyra answered his question, hoping he could help her reunite with her sister.

"Lyra, I promise I will save your sister from the Shadow Realm no matter what," Alexander vowed, wanting to bring the sisters together again.

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