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It took a few seconds for the shock to subside. Arabella stumbled backwards, her heart pounding as she regained her stance. Her eyes narrowed at the old, wrinkled woman standing before her.

“Who are you?” she asked her voice tight with tension.

“Hello, darling. I am your mother,” the woman replied, a sinister smile curving her lips and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes that Arabella couldn’t decipher.

“My m-mother?!” Arabella stuttered. Her eyes widened like saucers as she gazed at the woman. After years of resentment and bitterness towards the woman who had abandoned her, standing before she evoked no immediate feelings. No love, no anger, no bitterness-just a sense of disbelief.

The emotions she felt, she believed, were not directly connected to her so-called mother. Blaze’s absence influenced them, the man who had been her constant support.

“I am your mother…”

“Liar!” Arabella snapped.

Then anger surged through her. Clenching her hands by her sides, she scowled. How could she believe this woman who had left her to suffer for years? Now she was here, trying to act lovingly as if she had done nothing to cause her pain.

Her mother had been absent for her first word, her first crawl, and her first birthday. The worst was during her first period when she needed a mother figure the most. But she had no one except her father. It wasn’t that she minded confiding in her father, but there were certain things she couldn’t mention to him without feeling embarrassed.

But he was taken from her. Arabella willed back the thought of his last-minute away from her mind. She didn’t want to think about it.

The wrinkled woman let out a cackle that echoed across the barren cave, sending a chill down Arabella’s spine.

A sudden, blinding light filled the room, forcing Arabella to shield her eyes. She heard the rush of wind and felt her hair being blown back.

Wincing, she kept her eyes tightly shut though an intense urge to open them surged within her; she didn’t dare.

As the light faded, Arabella slowly lowered her hand, only to find that the old woman had vanished. In her place stood a breathtakingly beautiful young woman. The transformation was nothing short of miraculous. The wrinkled skin smoothed out, and the grey hair transformed into flowing white locks cascading down her back in perfect waves. Her hunched back straightened, and the tattered clothing morphed into a stunning cream gown adorned with delicate silver flowers that shimmered in the dim light of the cavern.

Gone was the cackling, replaced now by a burst of melodic laughter that resonated through the air. Arabella could hardly believe her eyes. It was as if she was witnessing a caterpillar’s metamorphosis into a butterfly but in reverse. The woman’s once-aged features now exuded youth and vitality. Her sparkling blue eyes held a mischievous twinkle, her lips adorned with a rosy pink hue, and her skin became flawless and smooth as silk. Her figure took on a supple and elegant form, and she stood with a regal posture that demanded attention.

But most bewildering of all was the striking resemblance she shared with Arabella. It was as if looking into a mirror, or rather, a reflection of the mother she had only seen in faded photographs. She stood frozen in stunned silence, her mind unable to fully comprehend the surreal scene unfolding before her. Confusion and disbelief clouded her thoughts, leaving her in overwhelming bewilderment.

Sensing Arabella’s perplexity, the transformed woman smiled wryly. Her voice, no longer hoarse and wavering, now carried a melodic tone akin to the harmonious symphony of birdsong. “Do you now see that looks can be deceiving?” she asked. “Now that I am in this form, do you finally believe that we are related?”

Despite the undeniable resemblance, Arabella couldn’t bring herself to fully accept that this woman standing before she had carried her for nine months and given birth to her. There was a void in her heart, a bottomless emptiness that only her biological mother could have filled. Instead of a sense of belonging or familiarity, Arabella felt a mix of conflicting emotions bubbling inside her chest, leaving her tense and uncertain.

Shaking her head slowly, Arabella mustered the courage to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. “You… you can’t be my mother. You’re not telling the truth.” Her disbelief was evident in her tone.

The woman erupted into a fit of laughter, her hands clapping with glee. Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she shifted her gaze to Orga, lingering for a brief moment.

Her laughter echoed through the room, a blend of amusement and admiration before she redirected her attention to Arabella. “Oh, my dear, you are quite astute. I can see that you possess a sharp mind, a rare gift indeed in these times.”

Suddenly, as if on cue, a pair of wings burst forth from the woman’s back, causing Arabella to gasp in shock and instinctively take a cautious step backwards.

Not to be outdone, Orga burst into laughter, revealing his own set of wings. It became clear to Arabella that he had been aware of what was happening all along, deceiving her into this situation.

With her wings fully extended, the woman’s appearance seemed to transform before Arabella’s eyes. Her already flawless features took on an otherworldly quality as if she was no longer entirely human. She resembled a goddess from a realm beyond.

“Come to me, Arabella,” the woman beckoned, her eyes gleaming with a wicked allure.

Though her appearance had changed, her voice still carried a hypnotic sway. Arabella felt herself inexplicably drawn towards the woman, her body moving as if under a spell. She shut her eyes tightly, attempting to regain control and halt the involuntary movement.

Arabella’s heart pounded in her chest as she resisted the pull, tears welling in her eyes as she thought of Blaze. She knew that if she succumbed to Orga and this woman, she would likely never see him again.

Shaking her head fervently, Arabella fought against the enchanting voice, determined to break free from its hold. “No, I refuse to follow you!” her voice rang out, filled with unwavering determination. “Unless Blaze is by my side, I won’t go anywhere with you!”

In an instant, she abruptly stopped as the hypnosis lost its grip on her. The woman’s smirk faded, replaced by a curious expression. She tilted her head slightly, studying Arabella as if she were an intriguing puzzle to be solved.

“Interesting,” she remarked. “Not only were you able to see through my lies, but you also managed to break free from my spell.”

“She is the Phoenix Queen, my lady,” Orga declared, bowing respectfully before the black-winged woman.

Furrowing her brow, the woman sized up Arabella, her scrutinising gaze analysing her features. Suddenly, she jerked back, her eyes rolling white.

“Both of you will come face to face with the evil one, and only one shall survive! The power of the phoenix queen will be unleashed through the death of a wolf.”

Arabella’s heart raced as she heard the ominous words. She didn’t need an interpretation to understand their meaning. “I won’t allow Blaze to die for me to display my powers. Neither of us will die. We will triumph together! Your words are nothing but lie!”

“That is for you to discover,” the woman shrugged. “Your destiny has already been determined!” With a snap of her fingers, she vanished into thin air.

Arabella shuddered, taking a moment to process the bewildering events that had unfolded before her. She swiftly turned to face Orga, her hands pressed firmly on her sides as she stared at him sternly.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

“Why did you bring me here? You are nothing but a deceiver!” she spat out, her words laced with anger and betrayal.

“I brought you here to consult the seer. Now that you have encountered her, your fate is sealed, as is the fate of your companion,” Orga explained.

Arabella’s eyes narrowed, “We are the masters of our destiny. Not you, not anyone else. Blaze and I will survive!”

Blaze interjected, approaching Arabella and placing his hands gently on her shoulders to calm her. “Hey, hey, hey. Take a breath, Bella,” he urged, his touch soothing her frayed emotions.

As Blaze’s hands made contact with her body, a sense of tranquillity washed over Arabella. The anger that had consumed her began to fade, replaced by the comforting presence of Blaze. She turned around and melted into his arms, seeking solace in his embrace. “Blaze!” she cried, nuzzling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close.

“Don’t worry, Arabella. I will stay safe. I won’t die, so don’t listen to their prophecies,” Blaze reassured her, whispering the words gently into her ear.

While he spoke these words to alleviate Arabella’s concerns, deep within him, he felt a twinge of fear. Two individuals had already foretold his demise, and Arabella had witnessed it countless times in her dreams. The odds seemed stacked against him, hinting at an inevitable end. He would succumb to the cold grip of death and leave Arabella alone in this world. But who would protect her then? The answer lurked in his thoughts-Alessandro.

A surge of anger coursed through Blaze as the possibility of Sandro forcibly taking Arabella when he was gone played out in his mind. He couldn’t allow that to happen. Arabella must not be swept into Sandro’s cruel grasp. He would never allow it, even if he had to fight until his dying breath to keep her from him.