Victoria
The Moon Temple loomed before me like a cancer on the landscape. What had once been a sacred place of worship now pulsed with malevolent energy that made my skin crawl. The very air tasted wrong—metallic and bitter, tainted by the dark magic Marcus had been weaving here for months.
My oak guardian set me down at the temple’s entrance, its wooden face creaking as it surveyed the corrupted structure. "The stones scream, young mistress," it rumbled. "They beg for cleansing."
"Soon," I promised, placing my palm against its bark. "Wait for my signal."
The massive doors groaned open before I could even approach them. Marcus’s voice echoed from within, smooth and mocking.
"Punctual as always. I do so appreciate that in my guests." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
I stepped across the threshold, every instinct screaming danger. The interior had been transformed into a nightmare parody of the sacred space it once was. Ancient fairy runes carved into the walls had been defaced with crude symbols that hurt to look at directly. Black candles cast dancing shadows that seemed to move independently of their flames.
And there, bound to the central altar with chains that glowed with their own sickly light, was my mother.
"Mom," I breathed, taking an involuntary step forward.
Elisabeth’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of my voice. Despite her obvious weakness, she managed a smile that lit up her pale face. "Victoria. My beautiful girl. You came."
"Of course I came." My voice cracked with emotion. "I’m getting you out of here."
A slow clap echoed through the chamber. Marcus emerged from the shadows behind the altar, and I had to suppress a gasp. The man had been transformed into something monstrous. His missing right eye had been replaced with a crystal that pulsed with dark energy, and his skin bore ritualistic scars that seemed to writhe in the candlelight.
But it was the figure beside him that made my blood freeze.
Aurora stepped into view, her once-beautiful face gaunt and hollow-eyed. She wore robes similar to Marcus’s, dark fabric embroidered with the same painful symbols that covered the walls.
"Hello, Victoria," Aurora said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Now you look so much like your mother."
"Aurora." I kept my voice steady despite the rage boiling in my chest. "Still choosing the wrong side, I see."
Her laugh was bitter. "The wrong side? Child, you have no idea what sides even exist."
"Enough," Marcus interrupted, his artificial eye focusing on me with predatory intensity. "Aurora, restrain our guest. It’s time to begin."
But Aurora didn’t move. She stood frozen, staring at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.
"I said restrain her," Marcus snapped, his voice carrying the commanding tone of an Alpha.
Aurora flinched but remained motionless. "I... I can’t."
Marcus’s face contorted with rage. "You worthless——" He backhanded Aurora across the face, sending her sprawling to the stone floor. "Fine. I’ll do it myself."
As he advanced toward me, I felt Ava surge forward in my consciousness, our merged power crackling through my veins like lightning.
"You want to see what Elisabeth’s daughter can do?" I said, my voice carrying harmonics that made the corrupted symbols on the walls flicker and dim. "Let me show you."
I slammed my palm against the nearest wall, sending my power racing through the ancient stones. The temple’s foundation was indeed connected to the old ley lines, and through them, I could feel every living thing for miles around.
The response was immediate and overwhelming. Vines erupted through cracks in the floor, writhing toward Marcus with predatory intent. The corrupted trees outside began to shake as my consciousness battled with whatever dark magic had twisted them.
Marcus snarled and raised his hands, dark energy crackling between his fingers. "Clever little fairy, but you’re not the only one with power here."
He unleashed a bolt of shadow that slammed into my chest, sending me flying backward. The impact drove the breath from my lungs and left a burning sensation where the dark magic had touched me.
"Victoria!" Elisabeth cried out, struggling against her bonds.
I rolled to my feet, tasting blood. Marcus was stronger than I’d anticipated, his stolen power augmented by whatever ritual preparations he’d been making. But I wasn’t finished.
"Sentinel Grove," I called out, both aloud and through the plant network. "I need you now!"
The ancient trees responded with a rumble that shook the entire temple. Through the corrupted walls, I could see massive forms moving in the darkness—trees older than the temple itself, awakening to righteous fury.
One of the temple walls exploded inward as a centuries-old oak, easily forty feet tall, forced its way inside. Its bark-covered face was a mask of wooden fury as it fixed its hollow gaze on Marcus.
"Defiler," it boomed in a voice like splitting timber. "You have poisoned sacred ground for the last time."


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