Suspended mid-air by the dark witches’ magic, Anastasia hung limp, powerless, her body aching with invisible restraints. And yet, within her mind, a voice lingered.
It was not from the present—but from the final moments of her trance.
“Before you leave,” she had asked the Lady in White, “could you at least tell me your name?”
The Lady had smiled. Soft. Sad. Eternal.
“My name is Aurora,” she said. “It means Lady of Light. But you, my dear Anastasia… you are the true Aurora. For the light magic that runs in your veins is powerful enough to kill the invincible Dark Lord.”
Her smile faded. “But before his defeat, you will suffer greatly at his hands. You will lose some of your loved ones to his wickedness. But in the end, my dear child… Good will prevail over Evil.”
Now, pinned in the ai
