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The narrator is at the annual magic tournament, where all the wizards, and witches gather to watch their little ones fight to be the best. Marcus White, the student who sat directly next to the judge, produces a violet cluster with a radius of about 6cm. Prince Alex Strage, the son of the King, is asked to compete in the tournament, but pleads with the judge not to make him do it. He decides to form a tier 1 ball, even if it is trash, and when he looks up, he sees a black ball formed in his hands. Everyone around him is shocked and the narrator realizes the gravity of what they have just done.
https://www.wattpad.com/1310486523-the-silence(I also published it in Wattpad)

'The Silence'

As the kingdom reveled in our triumph and the air buzzed with renewed camaraderie, I found myself drawn to Dragona in ways I couldn't fully comprehend. Our bond had always been strong, but now, amidst the chaos of ruling and the joy of victory, it seemed to shimmer with an undeniable energy.

One evening, as the moon cast its gentle glow over the palace gardens, I sought out Dragona. She was sitting on a stone bench, her gaze lost in the starlit sky.

"Dragona," I said softly, approaching her. "May I join you?"

She looked up, a small smile gracing her lips. "Of course, Your Majesty."

I took a seat beside her, the silence between us filled with unspoken questions and emotions that seemed to hang in the air like the fragrance of blooming flowers.

"I... I wanted to talk to you," I began, my voice hesitant. "About us."

Dragona turned to face me, her eyes curious yet guarded. "What about us, Alex?"

I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. "I've been... feeling things, lately. Things I can't quite explain."

A flicker of understanding crossed Dragona's expression, and she reached out to gently touch my hand. "I think I know what you mean, Alex."

Her touch sent a jolt of electricity coursing through me, and I felt a rush of warmth flood my cheeks.

"You do?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

She nodded, her gaze softening. "I've been feeling them too."

I felt a surge of relief wash over me, mingled with a sense of exhilaration that I couldn't quite contain.

"Dragona, I... I care about you," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "More than I ever thought possible."

Her eyes met mine, and in their depths, I saw a reflection of my own feelings—vulnerable yet undeniable.

"I care about you too, Alex," she said, her voice barely audible over the gentle rustle of the breeze. "More than words can express."

In that moment, the weight of unspoken emotions lifted from my shoulders, replaced by a sense of lightness and freedom that I had never known before.

Without another word, I leaned in, closing the distance between us. And as our lips met in a tender kiss, I knew that our love story was just beginning.

In the days that followed, our relationship blossomed into something beautiful and profound, weaving its way through the tapestry of our lives with an effortless grace. Together, we faced the challenges of ruling a kingdom, navigating the complexities of courtly politics, and forging a future that was built on a foundation of trust, respect, and unwavering devotion.

And as we stood side by side, hand in hand, I knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, we would face them together, bound by the unbreakable bond of love that had brought us together in the first place. For in the end, it was love that would guide us through the darkest of times and lead us into the light of a future filled with hope, promise, and the enduring power of love's embrace.

Chapter 9: Love in The Air