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The night enveloped Glory Fortress like a velvet cloak, casting the world into silence.
Moonlight streamed through the Colored Glass Window, spilling vibrant patterns onto the floor of Luna's Nursery.
But the child did not sleep.
She sat up in her Cradle, extending her small hand and softly reciting a Spell.
A few almost invisible strands of emerald green light danced at her Fingertip.
An ancient and powerful force surged within her, contrasting sharply with her innocent face.
Aelia sensed the barely perceptible change in the air and stepped into the Nursery.
She looked at Luna, her heart entwined with awe and concern.
This was not the playful magic of a child—this was something… more powerful.
Something "ancient."
She placed her hand on Luna's forehead, feeling the faint warmth radiating from the child.
"My little star," she whispered, stroking Luna's soft hair, "your magic is too strong; it is not yet time. Sleep now, Little One. Tomorrow will bring a new day." She softly hummed as she wove a protective Spell around the Cradle, a flickering Holy Light Shield warding off the darkness, a tangible manifestation of a Mother's love.
Luna gradually calmed in the familiar warmth, finally drifting into slumber, and the emerald light faded along with her Awareness.
The castle momentarily fell into a fragile tranquility. But this peace would not last long.
A few hours later, a faint vibration, like the fluttering of butterfly wings, rippled through the magic woven into the castle walls.
A weak gasp, followed by a child's loud cry, barely audible, shattered the silence.
Luna stirred, her brow furrowing in her sleep.
In another wing of the castle, Aelia suddenly opened her eyes.
At the same time, the door in the corridor creaked open.
The three brothers emerged from their respective rooms, worry etched on their faces.
Something had happened.
They exchanged glances, reaching a silent consensus.
Quietly, they made their way toward the source of the disturbance, a shared unease prickling at their skin.
The door to the Castle Council Chamber was slightly ajar, a blinding flash of light spilling into the corridor.
Voices raised in heated argument spilled out.
The brothers paused to listen intently.
"Ridiculous! A 'girl' taking up a precious spot in the academy? It's madness!" one voice roared angrily.
"But she has magical potential..." another voice began, weak and hesitant.
“Potential? Bah! Let her play with dolls; don’t waste this precious opportunity that rightfully belongs to a ‘true’ Mage,” the third voice sneered.
“Think of the prestige and connections this brings! This spot can secure our family’s future,” the first voice insisted. “We can’t throw it away on a whim just because the lord’s latest brat has some… talent.”
The brothers exchanged uneasy glances.
This was about Luna gaining entry into the prestigious Magic Academy, an opportunity she deserved.
They knew it, Aelia knew it, and deep down, even those blustering fools in the Assembly Hall knew it.
“I have an idea,” a cunning voice interrupted the argument. “We have plenty of boys in our family. Let’s find one, dress him as a girl, and send him in Luna’s place.”
A murmur of agreement rippled through the room.
The brothers froze, disgust and anger churning within them.
This was not just unfair; it was blatant theft, a predatory act by greedy vultures against a child’s innocence.
Suddenly, a small figure burst forth from the shadows.
It was Luna, drawn in by the commotion.
Tears streaming down her face, she pushed open the heavy door.
“No! This is mine! I want to go to school!” she cried out.
Qin Si had been anxiously pacing at the door; she rushed forward and covered Luna’s mouth with her hand.
But it was already too late.
Lord Leonard of Glory Fortress turned around, his face filled with anger.
"Get that... 'thing'... out of here!" he commanded, his voice dripping with disdain.
He glared at Luna as if she were a particularly annoying insect.
"You foolish child. You're nothing but a burden."
He turned to face the gathered men, his voice carrying a cold authority.
"This is how it will be. We proceed as planned."
The room fell into an eerie silence.
In the shadows, a small fist was tightly clenched, trembling.
The air was thick with unspoken tension, the fragile peace shattered, leaving only an ominous sign of a storm about to break.
The brothers felt the weight of what lay ahead; they knew this was just the beginning.
This injustice, cloaked in darkness, would bring far-reaching and devastating consequences.
From that moment on, rumors began to spread through the castle like tendrils of smoke, carrying the weight of resentment and the seeds of rebellion.
"My lord," a hesitant voice broke the silence, "Lady Aelia insists..." The night enveloped Glory Fortress like velvet, casting the world into a false tranquility.
The moonlight filtered through the ornate colored glass, casting a kaleidoscope of patterns on Luna's nursery floor.
Yet the little girl could not sleep.
She sat up in her cradle, her small hands reaching forward as she murmured a spell. Those incantations seemed too ancient and powerful for such a tiny child.
Emerald sparks danced at her fingertips, reminiscent of fireflies flickering in the grass under the moonlight.
This was a primal, untamed magic—a legacy flowing through her bloodline, a resonance of a power that once shook the foundations of the world.
A barely perceptible shift in the air drew Aelia's attention. Rather than a sound, it felt more like an instinct, prompting her to glide into the nursery.
She gazed at Luna, filled with awe and an undercurrent of fear—yes, fear—a sensation that tightened her chest.
This was not the innocent playfulness of a child's magic.
This… was different.
It felt "ancient," as if forgotten gods were whispering.
Trembling, she placed her hand on Luna's forehead and felt an unusual warmth radiating from her skin.
It was like touching a small sun, a barely contained miniature supernova.
"My little star," she whispered, her voice choked with unshed tears as she gently stroked Luna's soft hair.
"Your magic… comes too much, too fast. Sleep now, little one. Please, sleep." A melody lingered in her heart, half lullaby and half prayer, spilling from her lips as she wove a protective charm around the cradle—a shimmering cocoon spun from maternal love and desperate hope.
This was a Holy Light Shield, a barrier against the encroaching darkness that she could not quite name, yet it sent chills down her spine.
Finally, under the familiar warmth of Mother’s magic, Luna's eyelids slowly closed, the Emerald Color glow gradually fading as she slipped into an uneasy sleep.
But this fragile calm was merely an illusion.
A few hours later, a subtle vibration, like the sigh of a lover, spread throughout every corner of the fortress.
A faint gasp, the sound of a child sobbing, barely audible, pierced the silence.
Luna stirred, her brow furrowing in her dreams.
At the other end of the fortress, Aelia suddenly opened her eyes, her heart racing wildly within her ribcage.
At the far end of the corridor, the door creaked open.
The three brothers stepped out, their faces etched with the same anxiety.
Something was wrong.
Very, very wrong.
They exchanged glances, engaging in silent communication.
They moved quietly and cautiously toward the source of the disturbance, an ominous premonition wrapping around them like a shroud.
The doors to the Fortress Council Hall were slightly ajar, a blinding flicker of light spilling into the corridor.
The sound of a fierce argument slithered out like a venomous snake.
The brothers paused, listening, their blood running cold.
"A 'girl'? Taking up a precious spot in the academy? Are you out of your mind?" a voice shouted, dripping with disdain.
This was Lord Eric, a distant cousin known for his greed and ambition.
"But her potential..." another voice chimed in, weaker and more hesitant, trying to reason.
This was Eldrin Master, the Chief Mage of the fortress, a rational and upright man, yet lacking the courage to stand against the tide of greed.
"Potential? Ha! Let her play with dolls! This opportunity belongs to a 'real' Mage," another voice sneered. It was Valerius, as venomous as a snake, his words laced with malice.
"Think of the prestige this brings! The connections! This could secure our family's future!" Eric insisted, his voice thick with greed.
"We can't waste this opportunity just because the lord's latest brat has some... talent," he continued.
The brothers exchanged glances filled with disgust.
They all knew.
This was about Luna and the position she rightfully deserved at the renowned Magic Academy, a position she had proven herself worthy of tenfold long ago.
Aelia knew.
Luna knew.
Even deep down, those circling like vultures in the Assembly Hall knew.
"I have a plan," a cunning voice slithered through the debate like a snake.
It was Sir Baruch, the lord's advisor, a man who thrived in the shadows, whispering venomous words into the ears of the powerful.
"There are many boys from the lower families... find one. Dress him as a girl. Let him take Luna's place."
A murmur of agreement rippled through the room.
The brothers felt a wave of nausea wash over them.
This was not just unfair; it was a cruel, deliberate act of theft.
They were stealing Luna's future, her birthright, and feeding it to these greedy wolves.
Suddenly, a small figure burst forth from the shadows, her tear-streaked face illuminated by the dim light.
It was Luna, drawn by the commotion, her heart racing with a fear she could not yet comprehend.
"No!" she cried out, pushing open the heavy door, her small voice echoing in the tense silence.
"This is mine! I want to go to school!"
Qin Si had been anxiously pacing at the door; she rushed forward and covered Luna's mouth with her hand.
But it was too late.
The lord of Glory Fortress, Leonard, turned around, his face filled with anger.
"Get that... 'thing'... out of here!" he roared, his voice brimming with disgust.
He glared at Luna as if she were something unclean, as though she didn't even deserve his attention.
"You... you're just a nuisance. A burden."
He turned away, facing the gathered crowd, his voice regaining its cold, calculating authority.
"This is how it will be. We proceed as planned."
A chilling silence fell over the room.
In the shadows, a small hand clenched into a fist, trembling with anger, a stark contrast to its petite form.
The air was thick with unspoken tension, fragile peace shattered like Bo Bing.
The brothers felt the weight of the moment; they knew this was only the beginning.
Such injustice committed in the dead of night would have consequences.
Terrible consequences.
From that moment on, rumors began to spread through the fortress like wildfire, carrying the heavy burden of resentment and the bitter seeds of rebellion.
"My lord," a hesitant voice broke the tense silence, "Lady Aelia... she insists..." In that trembling statement, the destiny of Glory Fortress hung by a thread.
Buckle up, because we're about to dive headfirst into a whirlwind of magic and chaos!
Aelia stood frozen, like a statue carved from anger and disbelief.
Her face, usually radiating warmth, had turned pale, her eyes flickering with icy fury.
Qin Si instinctively took a step back, fear creeping up her skin.
She had seen this woman angry before, but this time was different.
This was the simmering rage of a volcano on the verge of eruption.
"Prioritize a girl over the future of this fortress? Absurd!" Leonard sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance.
Did he truly believe himself invincible?
Men, honestly.
Before anyone could react, Aelia moved.
She crossed the room with a speed that belied her graceful appearance, standing directly in front of Leonard.
The air crackled with nearly explosive magic, and you could almost taste the ozone.
“She. Is. My. Daughter,” Aelia said slowly, each word like a precise and cold dagger.
“She will get what she deserves.”
Leonard scoffed contemptuously.
“You forget your place, woman. I am the lord of this fortress. My word is law.”
“Then your law is unjust,” Aelia retorted, her voice low and dangerous.
“Like all unjust laws, it will be broken.”
She turned to the men gathered around, her gaze sweeping across their faces.
Some averted their eyes in shame.
Others met her gaze with a hint of defiance.
The brothers stood shoulder to shoulder, forming a silent wall of support.
“I know what you’re planning,” Aelia continued, her voice resonating with authority.
“You think you can replace Luna with some… boy… dressed in her clothes? You think I wouldn’t notice? You underestimate me.”
A silence hung in the air, thick with anticipation.
Then Aelia smiled, her lips curling slowly into a predatory grin that sent chills down the spines of those present.
“Very well,” she said softly.
"Play your tricks if you must. But know this: every action has consequences. You will soon realize that provoking my daughter is a very, very bad idea."
With a flick of her Magic Robe, she turned and strode out of the room, holding Luna tightly in her arms as if to protect her.
Qin Si hurriedly followed behind, nervously glancing back.
The brothers exchanged serious glances. This was it; the storm had officially begun.
That evening, the imposter child was scrubbed clean and dressed up nicely, escorted to the academy's entrance, while a strange unease enveloped Glory Fortress.
The air felt heavy, filled with an indescribable fear.
Even the light from the torches seemed to dim slightly.
The little boy's eyes widened in terror as he clutched his meager belongings tightly.
He didn't want to go.
He had heard the rumors about the academy, those terrifying tales of the trials that awaited him.
But he had no choice.
His family had been promised... benefits.
As night deepened, news slowly made its way back to the fortress.
The boy had arrived safely.
He was accepted.
Everything was going according to plan.
But just at dawn, a chilling scream echoed through the walls of the fortress.
Then came a cacophony of panicked shouts.
The brothers were awakened and rushed toward the source of the commotion.
They found the boy lying outside the fortress gate, his body twisted into an unnatural position, his eyes wide open in terror.
He mumbled incoherently, his skin damp and cold.
He was still alive, but… broken. He had encountered something horrific at the academy.
Rumors began to spread again, this time louder, laced with fear and superstition.
Some said it was a curse.
Others claimed it was the work of black magic.
But everyone knew deep down that this was a consequence.
A consequence of greed, ambition, and a mother’s wrath.
Aelia watched all of this from the window, her face betraying no emotion.
Luna slept soundly in her arms, completely oblivious to the chaos surrounding them.
The lady of Glory Fortress knew this was just the beginning.
The gears had already begun to turn.
Soon, the entire fortress would reap what it had sown.
Because, to be honest, you really shouldn't provoke a Mother Bear and her cub, especially when that Mother Bear is a powerful Mage, and her cub might very well be the reincarnation of a Great Mage.
I'm just saying.
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