ENCHANTED

CHAPTER 11 - THE FIRST BATTLE

Alora walked toward the edge of the floating bridge, staring up at the monstrous dragon.

Her heart pounded so loudly she could barely hear anything else.

You can do this, she told herself.

The dragon swooped down again, its glowing red eyes locking onto her.

Almost as if it knew who she was.

Cael stepped beside her.

“Focus on the magic within you,” he said calmly. “Do not force it. Guide it.”

Alora raised her hand.

The crescent mark blazed with golden light.

Warm energy surged through her body, stronger than before. The air around her shimmered as glowing sparks began swirling like tiny stars.

The dragon roared and unleashed another blast of dark fire.

But this time—

Alora released her power.

A beam of brilliant light shot into the sky, striking the dragon directly.

The creature shrieked as the light pierced its shadowy wings. The darkness around its body began tearing apart like smoke.

The dragon struggled violently in the air.

Then with a thunderous crash—

It exploded into a storm of black mist that dissolved into nothing.

Silence fell over Lumira.

The citizens stared in shock.

Captain Lyra slowly lowered her sword.

“She destroyed it…” someone whispered.

Alora stood frozen, breathing heavily. The magic slowly faded from her hand.

Cael placed a hand on her shoulder.

“You see now,” he said quietly. “Why Nyxara fears you.”

But high above the city, hidden behind distant clouds, a pair of red eyes watched.

And they were not pleased.