Chapter 20
The morning of the championship dawned bright and clear. Diana adjusted her riding gear, Midnight pawing at the soft earth in anticipation. The crowd had gathered, buzzing with energy. Competitors lined the course, each confident, though none could match Diana’s poise and magical aura.
Dylan and his family observed from a concealed position near the treeline. Seraphina’s eyes were sharp, noting Diana’s control over both magic and horse. Alaric’s calm presence radiated authority. Lady Selene watched carefully, lips pressed in a line of curiosity. Dylan himself focused intently on Diana, frustrated by the barrier but enthralled by the glimpses of her essence he could sense.
Victoria leaned close, whispering, “Remember everything you’ve trained for. Focus on yourself, not the others.”
Aaron nodded. “Stay aware. Observe, react, and trust your instincts.”
As the horn sounded, Diana spurred Midnight forward, weaving through obstacles with precision. Magical currents sparked subtly around her. Dylan’s gaze followed, golden eyes narrowed, wings of his dragon shifting in the background. Seraphina’s head tilted slightly, Alaric nodded with quiet approval, and Lady Selene’s lips curved in faint admiration.
Obstacles flew past—walls, jumps, narrow turns—but Diana’s control was flawless. By the final stretch, a surge of magical energy struck the course, yet she harnessed it seamlessly, finishing first.
The crowd erupted in cheers, but Diana’s attention was drawn to the Dragon Clan. Dylan’s eyes burned with interest; Seraphina, Alaric, and Selene shared subtle glances, communicating silently. The barrier remained, but their purpose in observing her was clear. Destiny had begun weaving its threads around Diana—and Dylan’s role in her story was just beginning.