The Black Dragons

In the outskirts of a town revealed a figure shrouded in darkness, his silhouette stark against the twilight. Clad in all black, a silk coat billowed around him as black smoke and fiery flakes swirled from his form, lending an eerie aura. His shoulder-length hair danced in the wind, adding to the mystique of his presence.

In the dim light, his features remained obscured, veiled by shadows. With one hand casually nestled in his pocket, the other delicately manipulated wisps of black smoke, a spectral dance in his grasp. His gaze fixed upon the crescent moon, a silent observer in the vast expanse of the night sky.

"Damon, it's time for you to come home," he declared, his voice echoing against the backdrop of the desolate landscape. With a flourish of his hand, the swirling black smoke coalesced into an image, revealing an image which turns out to be Abi's visage.

" You don't know the danger you're putting yourself. The Black Dragons are ready to attack and stop the fully Blue Moon from appearing. I have to bring you back before the night of the blue moon, and the only way is to send this little girl away from you. You've started falling in love, which is very bad for you. Falling in love is not meant to be in your dictionary because it's going to ruin the wall you've built so far. I can't let you ruin it like this. I think it's time for me to come to the world, and that will happen very soon. I can't let you ruin your life because that girl is dangerous,very dangerous," were his final words before he vanished into smoke and fire flakes, disappearing from the cliffside.

ONE YEAR LATER

Abigail and Lucky's relationship has blossomed into something truly beautiful. They've embarked on countless adventures together, creating cherished memories in romantic settings that deepen their bond. Lucky's affection for Abigail knows no bounds; he's utterly smitten with her, willing to go to any lengths to ensure her happiness and safety. His unwavering devotion is evident in his protective instincts, symbolizing that she is his everything. It's clear to everyone that Abigail belongs to Lucky Dymon, their love story captivating hearts wherever they go.

...

In the dimly lit room of a luxurious room, Abigail lay on the bed, the anticipation of Lucky's arrival mingling with the stillness of the night. Just as she drifted into thoughts of their time together, her phone pierced the silence with an unknown caller. A shiver ran down her spine as she hesitated, the mysterious call casting a shadow over her expectations for the evening.

"Velverosa, you are wasting too much precious time, it's almost time for the Full Blue moon to appear for Blue Mooners. We were expecting you to just manipulate him and bring the key but you are taking too much time than expected. What the hell is going on" A thick grumpy voice could be heard from the phone.

"I can't rush things. Convincing him of my love is crucial; he's lived for a thousand years without ever falling in love. Gaining his trust won't happen overnight. I've warned you before, rushing this won't work."

"Yeah, I understand. But remember, you're not allowed to fall in love. He's our enemy, so I hope that's not what's happening here."

"Am not a fool to fall in love with him, I know my job here no need to tell me that" she told him angrily as she was about to say another word she heard a voice from behind

"Abi, who are you talking to?" The voice she heard shocked her so much that she dropped her phone, her eyes wide with surprise.