Chosen By The Dragon Kings novel Chapter 61

Elora’s POV

We are the sacrifice, yet I felt no fear of death, felt nothing but complete faith in her words and a strong urge to fulfil the prophecy, my grandmothers reassuring voice in my head, feel the whispers of my ancestors washing over me like a breeze, the voices carried with it growing stronger, and louder filling me and giving me, a sense of calm and I drop to my knees in front of her. She tips the goblet to my lips and I drink from it, feel the magic in the blood bleeding into my soul changing it.

Claire places the goblet down on the small table before grabbing the dagger, I reach for her as she slits her own throat, the dagger falling from her little hands as her body falls on top of me, Abigail’s blood curdling scream, full of anguish and heartache filling the night. And I whisper the last be piece

“I Elora Aziza forgive the sins and right the wrongs of the past, for I shall fall, for the balance to be restored, for we are reborn, and we shall rise” Grabbing the dagger, I feel the coldness of the blade as it runs across my skin as cut my throat, my life’s blood spilling out of me. The screams of everybody surrounding us, my eyes dart to Claire on my lap and the last sounds, I remember were the screams of our loved ones, the whispers of our ancestors and my last dying breath.

Abigail’s POV

I watched horrified as my daughter slashed her throat, Elora watching, and I couldn’t decipher her expression. Her life bleeding out of her and I scream. My soul shattering watching my precious little girl so full of life just sacrifice herself without hesitation. Heart shattering and soul crushing pain destroying me as I watch her skin pale, everything happening in the blink of an eye. Silas agonised scream and I see the Dragon kings run toward them, Elora sacrificing herself, running the blade tarnished with my daughters blood across her throat.

One by one the Dragon Kings fall to their knees, horrified at what she had done. I watch each one of them fall, a deafening scream leaving each of them as they clutch theirs chests dropping dead along with her. Murmurs from the crowd of shocked onlookers. None of the legends I had heard were like this to break the curse on the Dragons. I should have known better, should have seen this, should have went with my gut. This wasn’t the spell to break the curse on the Dragon’s. This was the spell to break the curse on Fae.

Rushing to my daughter, I cradle her to my chest. My mother’s tormented scream coming from the crowd as I hold her limp body in my arms. “Mama” I sob tears rolling down my face as she rushes over clutching us. My little girl was gone, but why couldn’t I feel her death. I could see her dead in my arms, yet I could still feel her energy with me. Still feel Elora’s and that of the dragon kings. The crowd goes silent. Nobody knows what to do, or what they just witnessed.

We just watched the fall of the Dragon kings, the fall of a kingdom of horror. That’s when I first noticed them. People in crowd dropping like flies, collapsing amongst those watching. Was this the end. Were we all destined to die? My mother brushes my daughter’s hair from her face. The face of angel though she didn’t look dead despite the blood covering her, no she looked at peace, asleep.

My mother gets up, turning Elora’s face toward her and I notice her Fae markings changing to a deeper purple, blossoms spreading across her cheek and down her neck. Magic running rampant in her veins, feel it growing stronger and I watch as the cut on her neck heals.

My mother rushes over to the Dragon kings kneeling next to them, they to were changing, the same marking spreading like wildfire across their bare chests only red and angry.