CHAPTER 12 - THE COUNCIL OF LUMIRA
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That evening, Alora was brought to the highest tower in Lumira.
Inside waited the Council of Light, the rulers and protectors of the magical realm.
Five ancient beings sat around a circular crystal table. Their robes shimmered with different colors of magic.
Cael stood beside Alora.
“Princess Alora of Eldoria,” he announced, “last heir of the Enchanted bloodline.”
The council members studied her carefully.
One of them, an elderly man with glowing blue eyes, spoke first.
“Your power is impressive… but dangerous.”
Alora frowned slightly.
“I didn’t ask for this power.”
“No,” the man replied. “But the fate of our world may depend on it.”
Another council member, a tall woman with silver wings, leaned forward.
“Nyxara grows stronger every year. Her Obsidian Court now controls half the magical realm.”
“And she wants me dead,” Alora added.
“Not exactly,” said another council member.
“She wants your power.”
The room grew quiet.
The blue-eyed elder continued.
“Your bloodline carries the Heart Magic — the purest form of enchanted energy. If Nyxara captures you, she could absorb that power and become unstoppable.”
Alora felt a chill run down her spine.
“So what do we do?”
The council members exchanged glances.
Then the elder spoke again.
“You must find the Four Ancient Relics of Eldoria.”
“What are they?” Alora asked.
“The only artifacts powerful enough to defeat Nyxara.”
Cael nodded slowly.
“The Crown of Dawn…
The Blade of stars…
The Crystal of Tides…
And the Flame of eternity.”
The elder looked directly at Alora.
“You must find them before Nyxara finds you.”
Alora took a deep breath.
Her journey had only just begun.
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