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The Silverston Empire teeters on the edge of ruin. A foolish emperor and his reckless sons cling to power, while the nobility, consumed by greed and ambition, bleed the empire dry. The people live in crushing poverty, women are silenced by systemic oppression, and magic—once a source of wonder—has been branded as sin. The ancient dragons, symbols of balance and strength, are no more, leaving the land vulnerable and fractured.

All hope rests on the Alcons, a forgotten bastion of power. Its guardians? Six princesses, dismissed as spoiled and unfit for anything beyond luxury. But beneath the silks and jewels lie secrets and strengths even they do not fully understand. In a world spiraling into darkness, can these unlikely heroines rise to reclaim their empire and restore the balance?

Daughters, Swords &Dragons

Professor Moontar's Note: All Alcons fear the dark it's not because they're naturally seen as the light of the nation, Alcons are born allergic to darkness.

The tunnel made her claustrophobic, considering she did hate tiny spaces, she was at horrible disadvantage trying to breathe air into her lungs.

The oppressive blackness pressed down on her like a suffocating blanket, stealing every sense of security. Her fingers trembled as they brushed along the rough, jagged tunnel walls.

To make matters worse, she couldn't conjure fire. She had no candle to project a spell, and she wasn't strong enough to summon one in thin air yet.

The cold was seeping into her bones, gnawing away at her confidence.

"Some spells are easier with age," Professor Moontar always said. Unfortunately for her, age hadn't bestowed her with the ability to conjure flames.

DEYANIRA: CHAPTER 37