Chapter 92: I feel sorry for him
ChaGwen’s POV
The forest was ghostly quiet. I folded my arms around myself, scared, but I went on. I was on a mission. I will accomplish it.
There was no wind. No birds. Just an unnatural stillness that settled over the forest including me. I felt trapped. The deeper I went, the more suffocating it became, as though the air itself was warning me to turn back.
The air was biting and bitter. It wasn't cold. It felt more like a whip, but, I ignored it.
I had no choice.
Drogon’s body had been hidden here for centuries, buried deep beyond the reach of time, while his spirit was trapped in the palace, unseen, untouched, unable to break free.
He had been caged for far too long, his very existence erased from history. And I was the reason why it is so. I can feel it even though I wasn't willing to admit it.
Even if I don't admit it, I won't allow it to continue that way. I will change everything since I started it. I will end it.
A thick fog curled around the trees, the scent of damp earth clinging to the earth. I could feel the magic here was old, ancient. I could feel under my feet with every step. If I was a magic welder, I would have taken advantage of it, to grow my powers.
And then, I saw it. The place I had seen in my dreams. It was here. Arabelle and Mother Earth had locked Drogon's body here.
A huge stone archway stood ahead, overgrown with vines and engraved with runes so faded they barely glowed. Beyond it, a pit of darkness stretched into the earth, a place where the sun had never touched.
My heart pounded as I stepped forward. The moment I crossed the threshold, the ground trembled beneath me.
And then they came. It was just like I had seen it in my dream. Serpents.
Dozens of them slithered out from the thick bushes, their scales gleaming like black oil, their eyes glowing with an eerie blue light. They moved unnaturally, their bodies twisting and shifting like liquid shadows.
But they were nothing compared to the thing that rose from deep within. A huge python. Massive, ten times larger than any normal Python.
It was monstrous, larger than any beast I had ever seen. Its scales shined with an unnatural glow, and its tongue flicked out, tasting the air as if savouring my presence.
I tightened my grip on my dagger. It was a dagger Drogon had given to me after I told him about my mission to get his body.
He said the dagger was infused with his dragon's blood, and it would burn anything that might pose a danger to me.
The moment it lunged, I moved. Aiming for his neck.
The fight was brutal. It was fast. I slashed, dodged, and cast incantations that barely held the serpents at bay. The smaller ones fell first, their bodies withering under my spells. But the python…
It was strong and relentless. I am not surprised. After all, it was created by Mother Earth.
Its fangs were the size of my arms snapped inches from my face. Its tail whipped around, striking the walls, shaking the very foundation of this wretched place.
It was strong. Too strong. But I wasn’t weak either. I didn't come all this way to fail. No. If I get what's inside, then Drogon can heal Ava and everything will be normal again.
I chanted the incantation, my voice ringing through the cave. The python recoiled, hissing, almost as though it was in pain but it wasn’t enough. It came for me again, its massive body twisting around me.
I felt my ribs compress. I couldn’t breathe. And for a moment, I thought I would die. However, the face of Anastasia and Ava flashed through my mind, giving me strength.
With the last of my strength, I raised my dagger and plunged it into its eye.
A deafening scream echoed through the cave. The python’s body convulsed, its coils loosening just enough for me to slip free. I staggered back, gasping for air, watching as the creature thrashed in agony before finally going still.
Slowly it's burned to ashes. And then the lock was broken. The mouth of the hidden cage creaked open, revealing what I had come for.
Drogon’s body.
It was encased in bones—a coffin of the dead—twisted, gnarled remains of creatures long forgotten. His body was trapped beneath them, hidden beneath layers of curses and decay.
I stepped forward, heart hammering ready for another battle. The air became thick with magic, the remnants of a thousand spells woven together like a web.
I knelt beside the coffin and nipped my hand and then placed it over the surface of the coffin.
My voice was steady as I began the incantation. " Bones of the dead, with my blood, give back to me what was once mine."
The bones trembled. Cracked.
A force of power shot through my veins, raw and untamed. The spells fought back, resisting me, but I kept going, pushing, pulling, breaking. I will not give up. Drogon needs me. No, I am not doing it for him.
It's all for Ava. For Anastasia. I tried convincing myself as I continued pushing on with the spell even as it almost drained all of my blood.
And then—a voice. Soft and familiar called out.
"Gwen."
The atmosphere shifted. A warmth spread through the cave, and suddenly, she was there.
Mother Earth. I looked at her tearfully, refusing to remove my hands even though it seemed like was being drained from me.
I drank in her form. It was radiant, perfection, a healing balm. She was cloaked in golden light, her expression sorrowful as she gazed down at me.
I did not speak and I did not stop. I couldn't. If I did. His body would be lost forever. Those were the rules.
“Gwen, please.” Her voice was gentle, pleading. “You are taking a path that may cost you your life. Do you not understand what you are doing?”
I hesitated, my fingers still pressed against the coffin. I did not look at her. I did not answer her question.
I only whispered the truth.
“I feel sorry for him.”
The final seal shattered. And with it, I flung away from the coffin. My body and my face face bled from the impact.
" Gwen!" Those were the last words I heard before I lost consciousness.
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