Madonia is Back

As the final blow struck, Nimbosus and Marcella found themselves lying on the ground, battered and weary, their bodies aching with the weight of the battle. But even in their weakened state, their love remained unyielding, transcending the physical realm.

With their hands intertwined, they locked eyes, their gazes filled with a profound and unwavering love. In the midst of chaos and uncertainty, they sought solace in each other's presence, finding strength in their unbreakable bond.

Silently, they whispered prayers for the safety and well-being of their beloved daughter. Their hearts ached at the thought of leaving her behind, but they held onto the hope that she would find her own path, guided by the love and teachings they had instilled in her.

And then, as if carried by a gentle breeze, their bodies began to transform. Blossoms of vibrant colors sprouted from their beings, spreading across the air like a swirling dance of petals.

Their essence transcended the physical realm, transforming into a multitude of small flowers that floated gracefully into the sky.

With each petal that scattered into the wind, their souls found solace, ascending to the realm where every faerie's spirit finds eternal rest. Their journey had come to an end, but their legacy would live on with their daughter.

...

As little Madonia's body drifted down the portal, her whole being changed into a normal human form.

Her deep burgundy eyes transformed into captivating aqua irises, sparkling with curiosity and wonder. Her magnificent maroon gown faded away, replaced by a small, pristine white dress that resembled those worn by human children, and her luscious burgundy locks turned into a sleek, jet-black bob, framing her face with an air of sophistication.

With both spheres tightly held in her little hand, she watched her mother walking away from the portal, whose vulnerability was evident in her aura.

With a firm grip on the spheres of storm and light, Madonia surveyed her new surroundings.

She understood the sacrifices her parents had made and the dangers they faced in order to protect her. But she also knew that she had a role to play, a destiny intertwined with both realms.

Looking back at her mother's retreating figure, a surge of fury swelled within her. She spoke with a voice tinged with resolve, "What transpired was inevitable, and I understand why you made the choices you did. But I shall return, not as a faerie princess, but as a bridge between worlds. I shall show them precisely what they were so afraid of."

Drawing upon her inherent faerie powers, Madonia cast a spell, leaving subtle traces of her existence scattered throughout the human realm. It was through these traces that Ambrose remembered her, Aurelius knew the song, and the academy got knowledge about her existence at all.

As the spell took hold, Madonia's eyes gently closed, her memories fading away, and she surrendered to the amnesia spell cast by her father and her powers too suppressed along with her memories.

She respected his decision and embraced the unknown that lay ahead.

...

Crystal's eyes snapped open, and the familiar surge of memories and powers rushed through her being.

She rose from the ground, her body radiating with renewed strength and determination. As her gaze swept over her conscious friends, their souls had returned, yet they remained in a deep slumber, still recovering from the trauma of traveling with the Luminary Amulet.

The morning light illuminated the scene, casting a soft glow upon the surroundings. Just then, a voice called out her name. "Crystal, you are back!" it exclaimed.

The voice belonged to Flare, who flickered in mid-air near Crystal's face.

Crystal's eyes blazed with a furious intensity as she locked her gaze with Flare.

Flare seemed to tremble in the face of the tumultuous blaze within Crystal's eyes. It had no idea that Crystal had once again embraced her true identity as Madonia.

"From now on," Madonia declared, her voice filled with rage, "I shall prefer to be called Madonia." Flare, still perplexed by the sudden change, attempted to process the transformation, but Madonia wasted no time in granting it understanding.

With a swift motion of her arm, her entire appearance underwent a stunning metamorphosis.

Her aqua eyes shimmered and transformed into a deep shade of burgundy, reflecting her fiery resolve. The jet-black strands of her hair shifted and shifted, turning into a rich burgundy hue that cascaded down her back.

The casual human clothes she had worn moments ago dissolved into specks of sparkling faerie dust, only to be replaced by a magnificent maroon gown. The gown billowed and danced as if enchanted, emitting a mesmerizing glow that seemed to emanate from within.

A maroon translucent cape adorned her shoulders, held in place by a regal brooch adorned with the Fae symbol in front of her neck.

And atop her head, a small, elegant crown befitting the princess of the Fae Kingdom rested, radiating a captivating aura of authority and grace.

Madonia had fully embraced her true identity, reclaiming her appearance as the crown princess of the Fae Kingdom. With every step she took, she exuded an air of majesty and power, ready to cascade the whole Fae Kingdom with her wrath.

Leaving her friends behind at the tea pavilion, Madonia propelled herself upward with a surge of her Aether powers. Her body radiated with vibrant violet shimmers, illuminating the sky around her. Flare, struggling to keep up, darted after her, its tiny form flickering with effort. Hovering in the center of the grand academy, Madonia commanded attention. The students and teachers below paused in awe, their gazes fixed upon the resplendent faerie princess.

With a resounding roar that echoed through the air, Madonia's voice carried far and wide. She raised her hands high, their graceful movements tracing patterns against the backdrop of the sky. Her words resonated with a powerful command that stirred the very depths of the Fae Kingdom.

"O Dragon King," she called out, her voice brimming with authority and determination, "Your master, Madonia, has finally returned. Rise up from the depths and heed my call! Come forth, so that together, we may fulfill the unfinished task that has long awaited completion."

The once serene sky transformed into a tempestuous squall, dark clouds billowing and swirling with unrestrained fury. Thunderous roars pierced the air, resonating through the very core of the earth. Bolts of lightning lanced across the turbulent firmament, illuminating the chaos below.

The ground quivered under the force of the tremors, causing students and professors alike to stumble and brace themselves, their eyes drawn upward with equal parts awe and trepidation as they started to gather in the common garden of the academy due to all the chaos.

Amidst the confusion and pandemonium, the gathering storm had not gone unnoticed. Dormitory windows were flung open, faces peeking out, their eyes widening with astonishment as they witnessed the extraordinary spectacle unfolding in the sky above.

From the shattered earth, a formidable sight emerged. Mighty dragons, of various sizes and species, erupted from the ground, their scales glinting with an ethereal luminescence.

Yet, amidst the awe-inspiring display, one figure stood unrivaled in majestic grandeur—the Dragon King herself, Aurora. Her resplendent maroon scales shimmered like precious gems, her commanding rooster head held high, and her expansive wings spanned the horizon.

The very essence of her being exuded an aura of ancient wisdom and indomitable power, mingling with the radiant presence of Madonia.