Arrival of the “Cursed One”

As Madonia's smirk adorned her face, her eyes gleamed with an audacious spark, looking at the fear in the gazes of the students and professors alike.

Before she could utter a word, she was abruptly interrupted by the emergence of Headmistress Selinofoto, who ascended into the sky to her level, her ancient purple wings outstretched with exquisite grace. Her commanding presence demanded answers, her voice laced with a mix of caution and defiance.

The atmosphere crackled with tension as Headmistress Selinofoto confronted Madonia, her words resonating in the air as she had no fear of the creatures in front of her. "Who are you?" she demanded, her tone firm. "And what is your motive in resurrecting these abominable creatures?"

The question hung in the air, its weight felt by all who stood witness to the extraordinary spectacle.

Madonia's face changed, her smirk giving way to a flash of indignant fury. Her eyes filled with simmering rage.

Her fury swelled, unleashed in a resounding groan that reverberated through the air as the ground trembled beneath her. The tempest above intensified, an orchestra of swirling winds and crackling energy.

Even Headmistress Selinofoto, with her wings spread wide, struggled to maintain her composure amidst the tumult.

With a thunderous voice, Madonia unleashed her wrath upon the headmistress, her words laced with defiance and contempt. "How insolent of you!" she roared, her voice echoing across the expanse of the sky. "Abominable creatures, you say? They were exiled from Fae Kingdom to the depths of the grounds for the safety of you brazen and defiant faeries, and yet you dare to utter such ludicrous folly about them. I shall show you what true abomination looks like!"

The air crackled with anticipation as Madonia closed her eyes, her very being vibrating with power. In that moment, her magnificent wings unfurled and gasps of horror escaped the lips of those who bore witness to the fright of their lives.

Madonia's wings, radiant in their burgundy glory, stretched outwards with an ethereal grace. They glistened with iridescent faerie dust, casting a mesmerizing shimmer that caught the light in a myriad of colors. Each feather was delicately adorned with intricate patterns, a tapestry of elegance and mystique that seemed to dance with every movement.

But it was the mark upon her left wing that sent shivers down the spines of those who beheld her. The shadow of a crescent moon, ominous and foreboding, loomed over the intricate details of her wings. It was a stark reminder of the prophecy that had haunted the Fae Kingdom—a prophecy of destruction and chaos, with Madonia now at its epicenter.

As her eyes opened, an intense glare emanated from them, piercing through the air with an unspoken intensity. Headmistress Selinofoto, though still standing before her with undaunted courage, faltered momentarily in the face of Madonia's powerful gaze. She still spoke with all her courage, "I as the Headmistress of the Archai--"

With a swift and decisive motion, Madonia summoned a ball of Aether energy, pulsating with raw power. It crackled and surged within her grasp, a manifestation of her newfound strength. In an instant, it hurtled towards Headmistress Selinofoto, striking her with a force that sent her crashing to the ground.

As the professors rushed to their fallen leader's aid, Madonia's voice boomed across the grounds, a commanding declaration that echoed with both determination and a hint of vengeful resolve. "Listen, all of you," she proclaimed, her words carried on the wind. "I shall exact my revenge, and any who dare stand in my path shall meet their demise with equal might."

The air crackled with tension as Madonia basked in the surging power coursing through her veins. She had become a conduit for the elements, harnessing her formidable energy with ease and commanding it effortlessly.

No longer a mere faerie lost to Earth, she had transformed into a formidable force, fueled by her desire for retribution.

Madonia's arms stretched upwards, her hands pulsating with raw energy. As she unleashed her power, the sky transformed into a breathtaking spectacle of luminous violet portals, each one swirling and shimmering with ethereal light.

The sheer magnitude of her abilities was a sight to behold. Ordinary faeries could only dream of conjuring a single portal, yet Madonia effortlessly brought forth a multitude of them, each one a gateway to unknown realms.

The air crackled with anticipation, as if the very fabric of reality trembled under the weight of her power.

For those who witnessed this display, it was a moment of both wonder and terror. They could not help but marvel at her mastery over the forces of magic, her ability to shape reality itself. Yet, deep within their hearts, a primal fear gnawed at their souls, for they knew that with such immense power came the potential for unimaginable destruction.

Madonia's gaze locked with Aurora's, a silent understanding passing between them. They had been separated for far too long, but their bond remained unbroken, forged by a shared history of pain and resilience.

In the depths of Madonia's eyes, a spark of determination flickered, fueled by the righteous fury that burned within her.

With a voice that resonated with unwavering resolve, Madonia spoke, her words carrying an air of both sorrow and determination. "Aurora, my dearest companion, I am filled with remorse for the suffering you and your kind endured in the depths of isolation. The terror and loneliness you faced should never have been your burden to bear. But fear not, for our reunion marks the beginning of a reckoning."

Her voice rang out, carried on the winds, as she continued, "We shall not let their transgressions go unanswered. Every ounce of pain they inflicted upon you, every limit my beloved parents surpassed for the sake of their selfish existence, and me that rot on Earth with those lifeless icons in oblivion, they shall be repaid with a vengeance unparalleled. Their callousness, their cruelty, and their selfishness in the face of the boundless love my parents bestowed upon them shall be met with penalty in abundance."

Aurora's eyes gleamed with devotion as she bowed, bending her long neck before Madonia, her wings spread wide in a display of reverence. "Your wish is my command, Princess Madonia," she communicated telepathically, her voice resonating in Madonia's mind.

With a regal nod, Aurora directed her dragon kin to pass through the portals, their majestic forms disappearing one by one. The ground trembled beneath the weight of their departure, leaving behind a sense of foreboding in their wake.

Flare, finally catching up to Madonia, fluttered anxiously in front of her. "Crystal, please, reconsider," it pleaded, its tiny flame flickering with concern. "This path leads to nothing but an impending massacre. I implore you to halt this course of action."

Madonia's gaze bore into Flare, devoid of any emotion. With a subtle flick of her fingers, Flare dissipated into thin air, its existence erased. A chilling stillness settled over Madonia as she uttered words that held no remorse, "You shall return to where you belong, for I no longer require your assistance."

Casting one final glance upon the chaos below, where species clashed with the unleashed fury of the dragons, Madonia's eyes glinted with a mix of determination and detachment.

With a resolute swing of her wings, she flew through one of the portals, the shimmering gateway swallowing her form. Aurora followed suit, her immense wings creating a gust of wind that carried her through the ethereal threshold.