Wind Goddess

"What kind of favor?" Celestina's mind raced, trying to figure out the situation.

"A favor that will benefit both of us. A little push in the right direction for the future heir of a powerful kingdom," the voice's words held a hint of satisfaction.

"Diaz, don't make any deals with this person," Celestina pleaded, worry evident in her voice.

"Ah, but your son is no longer in a position to negotiate. It's either cooperation or dire consequences," the voice's tone turned darker.

"Diaz, stay strong," Celestina encouraged, her heart aching for her son.

"Mother, I won't let this person control me," Diaz's determination echoed through the talisman.

As the communication ended, Celestina's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She felt a mixture of anger, concern, and determination. She knew she needed to find her son and unravel the mysteries behind this sinister voice. With Albartros carrying her swiftly through the air, she was prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

"WHAT, it could lead to war!" Celestina's voice shook with a mixture of fury and concern as she listened to the enigmatic voice on the other end of the talisman.

"No, if you make an excuse, You just need to kill the guards and try to kill Helena and Indah, and force them to use their talismans, your talismans of course. You pampered your kid so much," the voice's mocking tone grated on Celestina's nerves.

"I can't do that!" Celestina's voice carried a hint of defiance.

"Think, Celestina. Polimex is a rooted kingdom. Even your useless husband became a hero. This weakling becomes a hero in a rooted country. Let the world burn," the voice's sinister laughter echoed through the talisman. "And by the way, I am the one who manipulated your son's disappearance. And to tell the truth, I bought a Polimex insider to do the job. Is it fascinating?"

"How can I trust you?" Celestina's voice was a mix of skepticism and anger.

"Well, I can't run from you, can I, Wind Goddess?" the voice's mocking nickname for her sent a chill down Celestina's spine. "You just need a little time with your ridiculous ability."

"Fair enough," Celestina retorted with a hint of sarcasm. "Well, if I have enough time, I may have another option, but not when my beloved son is at stake."

"Stay safe, my son," Celestina whispered as she prepared to take the next steps in this dangerous game.

"Mom, don't listen to him, you can't do that," Diaz's desperate plea cut through the air.

"Shut up!" the voice snapped back, and Celestina could hear the sound of a struggle.

"Don't hit him!" Celestina's voice turned venomous. "I'll kill you, you bastard."

"Oops, sorry, my bad," the voice's nonchalant response only fueled Celestina's anger.

She knew she had to act quickly, to navigate the treacherous path laid out before her. Her determination to protect her son and unveil the truth burned stronger than ever. With her heart racing and her resolve firm, Celestina prepared to face the challenges ahead, no matter how sinister the game might become.

"I hope you're safe, my son," Celestina whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of relief and sorrow.

"Mother," Diaz's voice cracked with emotion, "I'm so sorry for everything. I never meant for any of this to happen."

Tears welled up in Celestina's eyes as she listened to her son's words. "Diaz, it doesn't matter now. What matters is that you're safe."

"I know, but I can't help but feel responsible for the chaos that's unfolded," Diaz's voice was heavy with guilt.

"Listen to me," Celestina's voice was firm yet filled with compassion. "Life is filled with twists and turns that we can't always control. What matters is how we face the challenges that come our way."

There was a moment of silence, the weight of their emotions hanging in the air. Then Diaz spoke again, his voice softer. "I've missed you so much, Mother. I didn't realize how much I needed your guidance until now."

Celestina's heart ached at her son's words. "Oh, Diaz. I've missed you too, more than you can imagine. And I'm sorry for not being there for you when you needed me."

"No, Mother, it's not your fault," Diaz's voice was filled with sincerity. "I made my own choices, and I have to face the consequences."

Celestina's grip on the talisman tightened as she wished she could reach out and hold her son in her arms. "Just promise me one thing, Diaz. Promise me that you'll stay safe and that you won't let anyone manipulate you."

"I promise, Mother. I won't let anyone control me," Diaz's determination was palpable.

"I believe in you, my son," Celestina's voice wavered, the depth of her love for him evident in every word. "We'll find a way to navigate through this together."

As the communication ended, Celestina wiped away her tears and took a deep breath. She knew that the challenges ahead were daunting, but the bond between her and her son gave her the strength to face whatever darkness awaited them.

'Why world is so evil', he just a kid, is it a retribution for my dad ruling a country badly??. Celestina mind has messed up. (dragon emperor: I am your daddy T.T)

Meanwhile, in a distant realm far far away, a dragon emperor known as "Achoooo" suddenly felt an unusual sensation. Someone was scolding him, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "What's this?" he wondered aloud. "Someone scolding me from a far? I wonder what could have prompted this." As the dragon emperor felt wronged over the mysterious occurrence, little did he know that his actions had far-reaching consequences, even in realms beyond his own.

"Well, I miss my daughter and my grandson. That cheap son-in-law is so petty that he doesn't give any news in the past few years," the dragon emperor mused with a hint of frustration.

A soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Knock, knock," a young dragon with captivating blue eyes, She exuded exceptional beauty, a 17-year-old named Princess Laila, the youngest daughter of the first prince, Hans.

Princess Laila entered the room with an air of grace and elegance that belied her youthful age. Her captivating blue eyes shimmered with curiosity, and her vibrant blue hair cascaded in waves down her shoulders. Her beauty was exceptional, a striking combination of delicate features and a regal aura.

Dressed in a flowing gown of pale blue, Laila's attire accentuated her ethereal appearance. The gown was adorned with intricate patterns resembling delicate feathers, paying homage to her dragon heritage. The fabric trailed behind her as she moved, creating an almost magical effect.

Around her neck, she wore a pendant shaped like a dragon's claw, a symbol of her lineage. The pendant gleamed with a soft, radiant light, casting an enchanting glow on her surroundings. Bracelets adorned her wrists, each one resembling a dragon's scale, adding an additional touch of elegance to her ensemble.

Her outfit was completed with a pair of intricately designed sandals, the straps winding around her ankles like delicate vines. Despite her royal status, Laila's clothing seemed to exude an air of youthful spirit, a balance between regality and a carefree nature.

"Grandpa, are you missing Auntie again?" Laila inquired with a playful smile.

The dragon emperor let out a sigh. "Yeah, come here," he beckoned, and Princess Laila took a seat beside him. As she sat beside her grandfather, her eyes sparkled with a mixture of playfulness and sincerity. The enchanting aura that surrounded her seemed to cast a spell, captivating those around her and giving them a glimpse of the extraordinary world she inhabited.

"Why did you excommunicate her, Grandpa, if you miss her?" Laila asked curiously.

The dragon emperor leaned back, contemplating the question. "Well, she made a big mistake. She lost her title because of it."

Laila nodded thoughtfully. "I heard she has a son and a daughter, my cousins."

"Yes," the dragon emperor confirmed.

Laila's gaze turned thoughtful. "Grandpa, can I go visit Auntie?"

The dragon emperor shook his head. "No, you can't. At least not now."

Laila pouted playfully. "Heeeh, you want to marry me off, Grandpa?"

Chuckling, the dragon emperor replied, "No, Hans will be angry if I do that. He'll be the one to arrange it, not me."

Laila shot him a mischievous grin. "Bad Grandpa."

The dragon emperor raised an eyebrow. "You want to run away to your auntie, don't you?"

Laila laughed. "Of course not."

"Your auntie will come," the dragon emperor assured her.

Laila's eyes lit up with curiosity. "When? I've never seen her in my life."

The dragon emperor smiled. "Well, I will call her in the next few weeks. Just be patient, okay?"

"Okay," Laila agreed, though her mischievous smirk remained.

The dragon emperor regarded her with a knowing look. "Don't bully your Cousins."

"Don't worry, I won't bully my cousins.", she laugh

"you didn't listened aren't you?", dragon emperor fell powerless, no one will imagine the mighty dragon emperor so powerless against her daughter and granddaughter.

Then they final shared laugh, the dragon emperor and his granddaughter found themselves in a familiar and heartwarming exchange.