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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?"

Blessing_O · Fantasie
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Passionate

"I am so sorry," Hazel repeated. Her eyes had become glassy from holding back the tears that threatened to spill. She didn't know what else to say to him. She could not find the right words even when she opened her mouth to speak. Just the thought of him watching as his mother died broke her. How much more was it for him?

"Hazel," he called, pulling her into his arms. He didn't tell her this so she would feel bad and start thinking too much about it. He thought about everything he said and could not tell what made her like this, holding back her tears. He did not want to see her shed a tear, not for anyone. Not even for him. "That is alright, it is all in the past. A past that many have forgotten," he said, wrapping his hands around her in a warm embrace as he tried to calm her.