The Temple of Ashes

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Chapter 57 – The Temple of Ashes

Elvis sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers trembling as they traced the outline of the old map in her lap. The faint markings, barely visible but unmistakable, pointed toward a mountain range she had never seen before. The Temple of Ashes. She had been dreaming of it for days now, each time more vivid, more urgent. It was a place of power, of ancient magic—her magic.

The map had come to her in the form of a dream, delivered by Thalia in the quiet of the night. A place she had to find, a place that held the answers to everything.

"Are you ready?" Alexander's voice broke through her thoughts.

She glanced up at him. He stood in the doorway, his expression a mix of concern and determination. His eyes, always so full of understanding, seemed to search her soul, as if waiting for her to make a decision. His presence, as always, was a grounding force.

"I think I have no choice," she said softly, standing up. "This is where it all leads, Alexander. The Temple of Ashes is the only place where I might learn how to control what's awakening inside me. But... what if I'm not ready for what's waiting there?"

He walked over and placed his hands on her shoulders, squeezing gently. "You've always been ready. You just didn't know it."

Elvis looked down at the map once more, her mind racing. "Thalia says it's the key. That if I go there, I'll finally understand everything about my bloodline. But what if it's a trap? What if the ones who took my grandmother are waiting for me there?"

Alexander's grip tightened, a fierce resolve in his eyes. "Then we'll face it together. You're not alone in this."

His words, simple and sure, helped calm the storm inside her. He was right. She was never alone—not anymore. And with him by her side, she would face whatever dangers lay ahead.

"I'll start preparing," Elvis said, folding the map carefully and tucking it into her bag. "We'll leave at first light."

The night passed in a blur. Elvis slept fitfully, the dreams growing more intense, more vivid. Thalia appeared again, her silver hair flowing in the ethereal wind of the dreamscape.

"The Temple is closer than you think," Thalia whispered, her voice soft and haunting. "You're nearly there, Elvis. But be careful... there's something watching you. Something ancient."

Elvis reached out, but Thalia faded before she could grasp her.

She woke with a start, heart pounding. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room. Alexander was already awake, preparing their supplies for the journey. He looked up when she sat up, his face unreadable.

"Are you all right?" he asked, his tone concerned.

Elvis nodded, though her heart told a different story. She didn't know if she was ready, but she knew that the time had come. They couldn't run anymore. The mystery of her bloodline had to be solved, and the only way to do that was to find the Temple of Ashes.

By midday, they were on their way. The journey was long and treacherous, winding through dense forests and rocky terrain. Every step Elvis took felt heavier than the last. The weight of her destiny pressed on her shoulders, but she refused to turn back.

As they traveled, she found herself growing more attuned to the world around her. She could feel the magic in the air, a subtle hum that seemed to vibrate through the earth itself. It called to her, urging her to move faster, to reach the Temple.

One night, as they camped under the stars, Elvis found herself staring at the sky, the constellations shining brightly above her. A sense of unease lingered in the air. Thalia had warned her of something dark—something that was watching her, waiting for her to make a mistake.

"Do you feel it?" Elvis asked, her voice low.

Alexander glanced around the camp, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Something is out there," he murmured. "Stay close. We're not alone."

Elvis nodded, her hand brushing against the pendant around her neck. It was a gift from her grandmother, a symbol of the witches' bloodline. She could feel its power now, pulsing faintly against her skin, as if it too were urging her forward.

The fire crackled, and the night passed in tense silence, each sound amplified in the stillness. But nothing came. No attacks. No signs of danger. Just the ominous feeling that something was waiting—patiently, like a predator watching its prey.

The next day, they arrived at the foot of the mountains. The air had grown colder, and the wind whipped through the trees, carrying with it the scent of ancient earth and something... older.

"This is it," Elvis said, gazing up at the jagged peaks. "The Temple of Ashes is somewhere up there."

Alexander nodded. "Let's move quickly. We don't know what kind of wards or defenses might be in place."

As they climbed higher, the forest began to thin, the trees growing sparse as they ascended the rocky path. The mountain air grew thinner, colder, and the magic in the air became more palpable, almost oppressive.

They finally reached the entrance—a narrow gorge between two towering cliffs. At the center of the gorge was an archway made of black stone, etched with runes that seemed to pulse with faint, golden light. The Temple of Ashes.

Elvis's heart raced as she approached the archway, her breath coming in shallow gasps. It felt as though the very earth beneath her feet was alive, watching her, waiting for her.

"This is it," she whispered.

Alexander stepped forward, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily. "Stay alert."

They walked through the archway, entering a vast courtyard made of the same black stone as the arch. In the center of the courtyard was a fountain, but the water inside was not clear. It shimmered with an eerie light, swirling like a whirlpool. Elvis could feel its pull, like it was calling to her.

"Do you hear that?" Elvis asked suddenly, her voice trembling.

The sound of chanting drifted through the air. Low and melodic, it resonated deep within her chest. It was a language she didn't understand, but it felt... familiar.

"This is wrong," Alexander muttered. "We need to leave now."

But it was too late.

The ground beneath their feet began to tremble, and from the shadows emerged figures cloaked in darkness. Their eyes glowed a sickly yellow, and they moved with a speed that was inhuman.

"Get back!" Elvis shouted, her hand instinctively raised in defense.

A bolt of fiery energy shot from her hand, slamming into one of the cloaked figures, sending it flying backward. But there were too many. They closed in on her, their movements swift, deliberate.

"Elvis, get to the fountain!" Alexander ordered, drawing his sword.

She didn't hesitate. She ran toward the fountain, the chanting growing louder. As she approached, the water swirled faster, its surface rippling with dark energy.

"Elvis!" Alexander shouted, but she was already stepping into the fountain.

The moment her foot touched the water, a surge of energy exploded from the fountain, throwing her backward. She landed hard on the stone, her vision blurring as the world around her spun.

A voice echoed in her mind.

The Queen is reborn. The Temple is awakened.

The ground shook violently, and the dark figures faltered, as if held back by some unseen force.

But it wasn't over. Not yet.