THE ALPHA'S HIDDEN FLAME

The richest, most powerful and peaceful mountain suddenly screamed. High above the Immortal Range, the sky cracked open, glowing gold like a wound that wouldn’t heal. Light spilled through the clouds, bright and unnatural, as if something behind the sky was trying to break free. Then the mountains began to react. A deep, strange hum spread across the land. It wasn’t thunder. It felt… alive. The sound pressed into your chest, into your bones, making every breath heavy and hard. At first, small cracks appeared, thin lines crawling over stone walls and tall towers. But in a blink, those cracks burst open. The ancient structures, which had stood for ages, started to shake like they were waking up. One tower tilted. Then another. And suddenly, they all began to fall. Huge chunks of marble and black stone broke away, crashing down the mountainside. The falling pieces glowed faintly gold, as if the light from the sky had seeped into them. Each impact shook the ground, sending dust and debris into the air like rising fire. Bridges snapped apart. Stairways crumbled into nothing. Massive statues of forgotten gods fell and shattered, their broken faces almost looking afraid. Above it all, the sky kept tearing open. The glowing cracks spread wider and wider, branching like frozen lightning. The light was too bright to look at, washing the world in harsh gold and stretching shadows into strange, twisting shapes. Then the wind came. Strong. Sudden, and violent. It howled through the ruins and over the peaks, carrying a strange smell.. not smoke, not fire, but something older. Something ancient. And someone's there... was waking up. As the last of the great structures gave way, collapsing into glowing ruin, a brief silence followed. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. And in that silence, the light above surged. Not outward, but downward. As if whatever had torn the sky open had finally begun to descend. And at the center of it, a young, Princess Ember stood alone. She is the immortal princess of werewolf. “No…” She roared,. and her voices vanished into the air. The palace floor trembled beneath her bare feet, heat licking upward through marble that had never known fire. The air tasted wrong.. metallic, corrupted. Betrayal always did. “They wouldn’t…” she whispered, but even as she said it, she knew. They would. They already had. A violent shockwave tore through the throne chamber. Columns shattered. Crystal chandeliers rained down like knives. Her family’s crest, etched in gold across the floor, split directly beneath her. A symbol of legacy. Now fractured. “Princess!” a voice shouted through the chaos. But it was too late. The guards were already dying. Flames that were not flames... because it is silver, devouring, and unnatural power that consumed them where they stood. Their immortal bodies turned to ash mid-scream. That was when Ember understood the truth. This wasn’t an attack. It was an execution. Her execution. Her pulse slowed, not from calm, but from something colder. “They planned this…” she breathed. A low hum filled the chamber. Behind her, hidden beneath layers of royal magic and secrecy, the emergency chamber opened. The stasis capsule, was her last resort. A coward’s escape. Ember turned toward it slowly, her long silver hair whipping around her like a banner caught in a storm. Every instinct screamed at her to stay, to fight, to demand answers, to burn the traitors from existence. But she felt it, her power was gone.. Suppressed, and locked. Her family hadn’t just betrayed her. They had stripped her. Another explosion ripped through the mountain, and closer this time. The ceiling began to collapse, just like her choice that vanished suddenly. But her survival must remain. Ember’s boots scraped against the stone, each step uneven, dragging, as though the mountain itself had turned against her. The air felt wrong, too heavy.. and every breath burned like frost in her lungs. The suppression magic coiled tighter with each heartbeat, invisible but suffocating, pressing into her ribs, her throat, as well as her mind. She clutched her side, fingers trembling. There was nothing there, no wound, and no blood, but it felt as if something inside her was being peeled away, layer by layer. Heat flickered weakly beneath her skin, a dying ember smothered under ash. “No…” she rasped, though no one had spoken. The capsule loomed ahead, smooth and featureless, its surface reflecting her in warped fragments. She barely recognized the figure by staring back. Her eyes, once bright now has with fire, now dimmed to a dull glow. Her hair clungs damply to her face. Even the air around her, hung in hot and cold. Another step. Her knee buckled. She caught herself on the edge of the platform, fingers slipping before tightening with a desperate grip. The metal was cold. Too cold. It leached what little strength she had left. Behind her, there were voices in the distances. Watching and waiting. But she didn’t turn. Because If she looked, she might break. Ember forced herself to move up, her spine straightening inch by inch against the crushing weight wrapped around her. The magic pulsed again, and her breath hitched as something inside her dimmed further, like a flame pinched between unseen fingers. “I will come back,” she whispered. Not to them. Not to the watchers, or the ones who had done this. The capsule stood before her, smooth and featureless, its surface reflecting her image in distorted fragments. She could hardly recognize the figure looking back at her. Her eyes, once bright and full of fire, had now faded to a dull glow. Her hair clung damply to her face. Even the air around her, which used to shimmer with warmth, now felt cold and lifeless. “To you, to what I was?!" she yells. Her hand hovered for a moment over the capsule’s seam. In a second, finally it recognized her. A soft click answered, and so the door split open with a whisper. Cold air rushed out. Ember hesitated, not from doubt, but from the sudden, and terrifying absence inside her. The fire that had always been there, is constant and alive, flickered strongly. She reached for it out of instinct... and felt it hurt. Panic surged, and it almost makes her blind. "No, they would not take this place.." Her jaw tightened. Whatever remained, however small the thing is, she clung to it. A spark of every memory is important to her, but the bites of the heat, is enough. Then she stepped inside the capsule. The capsule was too closed around her with a sharp hiss, sealing her in. The seam fused, cutting off the world, the mountain, and all the living above the sky. When the door closed, the darkness covered instantly, thick and absolute. For a heartbeat, there was nothing... No sound, no air..and no fire..