Once Betrayed Never Forgotten

Chapter 117: A Gathering of the Clans

We enter a spacious room, one of the many rooms in the vast castle which I have never entered before the council room. The moment we step inside, I am struck by the sheer grandeur of the space. A large, round table dominates the center, its dark wood surface intricately carved with a stunning amay of star maps, maps of the universe, galaxies, and constellations etched with meticulous precision into the dark surface.

Around the table, six high–backed chairs stand, their tall forms adding to the room’s imposing atmosphere. The chairs are ornately decorated, each with designs reflecting the rich history and significance of the council that convenes here. The room feels heavy with the weight of history, the air thick with The ghosts of countless meetings and decisions that shaped the fate of realms.

Encircling the mom are six suits of armor, each made from a different metal, arranged in a circle as if to represent the six different realms. Their polished surfaces glint in the flickering canillelight, each suit standing proudly with a distinct aura. The first is crafted from shimmering silver, the second from gleaming gold, the third from a mysterious black iron, the fourths from resplendent bronze, the fifth from an ethereal platinum, and the sixth from a rare, opalescent mithril. Each suit seems almost alive, as if the warriors who once wore them might step out of the shadows at any moment.

The stained glass windows, tinted a deep, brooding red, line one side of the room, casting the midnight blue sky outside in a blood–like haze. The stars twinkle faintly, their light diffused and colored by the stained glass. The interplay of red and blue creates a surreal, almost hypnotic effect, as if the room itself exists on the border between reality and a dream.

Seraphina. Dits around, lighting more candles and arranging the chairs, her small figure almost swallowed by the grandeur of the room. The candles add to the already thick ambiance, their warm, golden light dancing on the walls and casting long, flickering shadows that seem to move with a life of their

As I take in the surroundings, I can’t help but feel the palpable presence of those who once gathered here. The room is a living testament to the power and decisions that shaped the realms, every detail a reminder of the council’s significance. The air is thick with history, the atmosphere heavy with the weight of past deliberations and the echoes of voices that once determined the fate of entire worlds.

And now 1 – not so long ago a naive, sheltered eighteen year old human–am about to come hurtling into this revered place with news that will shape

the fate of the realms.

“Don’t be nervous,” Aleksandr leans closer to me and whispers in my car. I nod, wishing it were that easy..

Bloodbane and Pymn take their seats first, still awed by the grandeur of the ancient council room. Kieran remains standing, his gaze sharp and watchful. I can see the tension etched on everyone’s faces, the uncertainty of what lies ahead gnawing of all of us.

Aleksandr pulls out a chair for me, and I sink into it gratefully. The exhaustion of the past few days is starting to catch up with me, but I push it aside. There’s no time for rest now. Not when so much is at stake.

“Do you think they’ll all come? I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

“They’ll come.” Aleksandr replies, his tone confident. They have to. The stakes are too high for anyone to ignore this summons.”

Lake and Mircea take their seats next, their expressions tense and worried. I’m sure they want to ask what this is all about, but they don’t wan!! pressure me into speaking before I’m ready;

The minutes tick by slowly, each one dragging out painfully as we wait. I find myself fidgeting, my mind racing with thoughts of what’s the clan leaders believe us? Will they agree to help? The weight of our mission presses down on me, a heavy burden that I’m all too aw

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The sound of footsteps echoes down the hall, drawing our attention. The heavy doors swing open with a creak, and one by one, the clan leaders begin to file in Leading them is Dmitri Fontaine, ruler of the Fiery Realm, whose very presence seems to heat the air around him. His entrance commands the

the power and authority he enades making everyone take notice.

гонит,

Dmitri is a tall, imposing figure, his height accentuated by the regal robes he wears. The robes are a masterpiece of craftsmanship, embroidered to resemble flantes, with bright tangerine, red, and gold hues that dance and flicker with every movement. The tips of the flames are edged with a vivid blue, creating the illusion of living fire licking up his body. The colors are so vibrant and dynamic that they seem almost alive, capturing the essence of his fiery dominion.

Perched upon his head is a crown of flames, intricately wrought from gold. The crown is a stunning piece, each flame meticulously detailed and set with tiny, glimmering gems that catch the light, making it appear as if real fire dances above his head. It is both a symbol of his rule and a testament to his realm’s fierce power.

Dmitrix f face is solemn, chiseled with sharp features that reflect his stern and commanding nature. His keen blue eyes, the same striking shade as his niere Tatiana’s, flicker with a mix of curiosity and suspicion as he surveys the assembled group. They are eyes that miss nothing, taking in every detail

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with a penetrating gaze that makes you feel as if he can see right through you. His pale blonde hair adds to the resemblance to Tatiana, creating a momentary jolt of recognition and uncase within me, as if I am once again in the presence of my captor,

A noticeable burn mark mars the side of his neck, the scarred flesh a stark contrast to his otherwise pristine appearance. The burn has left a patch of white, scarred tissue, a testament to some past encounter with the that even his fiery nature could not prevent. It serves as a reminder of his realm’s dangers and the battles he has endured, adding a layer of depth and history to his imposing figure.

Maybe he had a run in with a fire wraith–not surprising, given how war-

r–like they are.

As he moves further into the room, his robes swirl around him, the embroidered flames creating a mesmerizing display, Dmitri carries himself with an air of confidence and authority, his every step deliberate and powerful. His presence is almost palpable, a living embodiment of the Fiery Realm he rules. The room seems to brighten with his arrival, the very air charged with his fiery energy, making it clear that Dmitri Fontaine is not a leader to be taken lightly.

Hopefully Tatiana’s uncle isn’t as cruel and difficult as she is we desperately need him on our side.

Next comes Aden Caelia of the Celestial Realm, a light–filled plane that is home to the Winged ones and Windwaiths. His ethereal form shimmering like a mirage, he strides in with his silvery robes seeming to float on the air around him. His gaze is cool and assessing as he takes his sent, a slight frown marring his otherwise serene features.

Yuri Ajisai, ruler of the Twilight Realms, strides in with an air of arrogance and power. She wears a beautiful pale purple kimono that fades from blue to purple, like the hues of dusk itself. The fabric shimmers subtly with her every movement, evoking the delicate transition between day and night that defines her realm. Her long, straight black hair is tied up with a traditional beaddress, intricately adorned with delicate silver ornaments that glint in the candlelight.

Her piercing gaze sweeps over us, lingering on Bloodbane and Pyra with a hint of disdain. The noble Ajal vampire clan rules over a land of eternal dusk and dreams, and for some reason, I’d expected its ruler to be a slightly dreamy, gentle being not this fierce warrior who surveys the room like a predator studying its prey. Her presence is commanding, her demeanor formidabile, leaving no doubt that she is a leader of immense power and authority. The contrast between her serene attire and her fierce, predatory gaze only odds to her enigmatic allure, making her both captivating and Intimidating in equal measure,

From the Watery realm, Mara Odella glides in, her icy presence sending a chill through the room. Her eyes are as cold and sharp as the windswept island fortress she calls home, and she regards us with a mix of curiosity and caution.

Finally, Anya glides into the room followed by Konstantin, her regal presence commanding attention.

“Now, let us begin,” she says as she takes her seat,

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