Chapter 05- Feelings got almost deadly

Samyrah felt a shiver run down her spine as she discovered the prophecy involving the promised liberator. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The idea of being chosen for such an important role, a destiny that would place her at the center of an imminent war, was overwhelming.

Her prophetic dreams only intensified her concerns. In the visions that haunted her during the night, she witnessed Valentyn's rise to the top of his vampire clan, not as a prince, but as a powerful general leading his forces into battle against Neoarchanah.

Samyrah's heart was heavy with the weight of the knowledge she carried. She understood the responsibility that rested on her shoulders and the importance of her role in protecting the kingdom. But she also felt overwhelmed by the uncertainty and fear of what was to come.

As she struggled to process it all, a determination grew within her. She knew she couldn't run from her destiny, however terrifying it might be. Instead, she committed to facing the challenge head-on, using her gifts and abilities to help protect Neoarchanah and its people.

With a heavy heart and eyes set on the uncertain future, Samyrah prepared for what lay ahead. She knew that the impending battle would be difficult and dangerous, but she was determined to face it with courage and determination, ready to fight for the kingdom she loved and the people she had sworn to protect.

Samyrah walked with hesitant steps through the monastery corridors, her heart heavy with the burden of knowledge she carried. She knew she needed to share her concerns with her monastery sister and best friend, Sara, seeking comfort and guidance amidst the looming storm.

Finding Sara in a tranquil garden, Samyrah took a deep breath before beginning to speak, her words heavy with the weight of her worry.

"Sara," Samyrah started, her voice trembling slightly, "I need to talk to you about something serious."

Sara looked up, immediately sensing the seriousness in Samyrah's expression. She nodded, inviting Samyrah to sit beside her on a stone bench.

"What's going on, Samyrah? You seem worried," Sara said gently, placing a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder.

Samyrah took a deep breath before sharing about the prophecy and her prophetic dreams. She voiced her concerns about the role she was destined to play in protecting Neoarchanah, and how her visions showed Valentyn's rise as an imminent threat.

"Sara, I'm scared," Samyrah confessed, her eyes seeking her friend's for comfort. "I don't know if I'm ready to face what's to come. War is looming, and I feel the weight of responsibility on my shoulders."

Sara listened attentively to Samyrah's words, her expression filled with compassion and solidarity. She gently squeezed Samyrah's hand, conveying silent support and comfort.

"You're not alone, Samyrah," Sara said kindly. "We'll face this challenge together, as we always have. You're strong and brave, and no matter what happens, I'll be by your side to support you."

Sara's words brought some relief to Samyrah's heart. She knew that with her monastery sister and best friend by her side, she could face whatever adversity came her way.

With a grateful smile, Samyrah leaned in to hug Sara, feeling strengthened by the mutual connection and support they shared. Together, they were ready to face whatever destiny had in store.

she is being observed and don´t know anything about that.

Lord Lucas, aware of the growing threats looming over Neoarchanah, took decisive measures to strengthen the kingdom's defense. With the wisdom of a visionary leader, he established several orders aimed at protecting the realm from all directions.

The first order he established was the Order of the Dawn Knights, a brotherhood of fearless warriors who vowed to protect Neoarchanah against all external threats. Trained in the arts of war and strategy, these knights were the guardians of the kingdom's borders, vigilant against invasions and enemy attacks.

Additionally, Lord Lucas founded the Order of the Forest Guardians, comprised of skilled archers and cunning trackers who patrolled the dense forests surrounding Neoarchanah. Their duty was to keep the woods safe and protected against any dangers lurking in the shadows of the trees.

To combat the mystical and supernatural threats rising, Lord Lucas also created the Order of the Black Star Mages. These mages were experts in both defensive and offensive magic, dedicated to combating dark beings with their powerful spells and arcane knowledge.

Finally, Lord Lucas established the Order of the Crescent Moon Witches, a congregation of wise and powerful sorceresses who channeled the powers of the moon to protect Neoarchanah against evil magics and nefarious influences.

With each of these orders working together, Neoarchanah was prepared to face the challenges ahead, with its borders protected, its forests secure, and its walls fortified against the threats lurking in every shadow. And under the wise leadership of Lord Lucas, the kingdom was ready to defend its freedom and prosperity against all adversaries who dared to challenge it.

In the heart of the shadowy halls of the vampire castle, the king, Valentim's father, contemplated his son's words with a shrewd gaze. He saw in Samyrah's presence among Neoarchanah's defense orders a valuable opportunity that could be exploited for the benefit of the vampires.

"Valentim, my son," began the vampire king with a deep and calculated voice, "you may be onto something with your observations. This witch, Samyrah, could be a key player in our game against Neoarchanah."

Valentim inclined his head, attentive to his father's words as he awaited his instructions.

"We must use this to our advantage," continued the vampire king. "I know the power of enchantment and manipulation. Let us leverage Samyrah's beauty and magical talent to undermine the enemy's trust and sow discord among their ranks."

Valentim nodded, understanding his father's plan. "And what about your role, father? How should we proceed?"

The vampire king smiled, a cold and calculating smile. "Let me handle that, my son. I know the intricacies of politics and intrigue better than anyone. I will create the right circumstances to bring Samyrah to our side without her realizing our true intentions."

Valentim knew his father was a master of manipulation and subversion. He trusted in his abilities to execute the plan with precision and discretion.

With a nod of his head, Valentim left the hall, ready to begin preparations for the next phase of his plan. Meanwhile, the vampire king remained on the throne, weaving his intrigues and manipulations, determined to use every tool at his disposal to achieve victory over Neoarchanah, even if it meant manipulating an innocent witch for his own ends.

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