The Battle for the Twins
Eira’s magic coiled through the air like a living thing, forming shimmering barriers that twisted and shifted, creating an ever-changing maze. Isla’s silver light clashed with the dark energy, illuminating the chamber in flashes of blinding brilliance and deep shadow.
“You don’t understand what you’re up against,” Eira said, her voice calm despite the chaos around her. “I’m not your enemy, Isla. I’m your salvation.”
“You’re nothing but a liar and a thief!” Isla shouted, her voice shaking with rage. She thrust her hands forward, sending a burst of light toward one of the barriers. The energy wavered, cracking slightly under the force, but quickly reformed.
Draven, at her side, growled low as he lunged at another barrier, his claws slashing through it. The magic rippled like water before solidifying again, throwing him back. He landed with a snarl, his amber eyes blazing with frustration.
Eira’s serene expression faltered as she glanced back at the twins. They stirred in their glowing cradle, their tiny cries growing louder as if they sensed the battle raging around them.
“Come to me,” Isla whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. She closed her eyes, focusing on the faint connection she felt with her children.
The light around her intensified, surging outward in a wave that shattered one of the barriers. Eira turned sharply, her calm demeanor cracking. “Stop this!” she shouted, her voice carrying a note of panic.
Draven seized the moment, lunging at Eira with feral speed. She raised her hands, deflecting him with a burst of energy, but the effort cost her. Her magic faltered for a brief moment, the cradle of light flickering.
Isla’s silver eyes snapped open, and she thrust her hands forward again, her power cutting through another of Eira’s defenses. The twins’ cries grew louder, their voices filled with urgency.
“You’ve taken everything from me,” Isla said, her voice steady and unrelenting. “But this ends now.”
Eira stumbled, the light around her dimming as Isla’s power continued to grow. The connection between mother and children grew stronger, guiding Isla toward the cradle even as Eira struggled to maintain control.
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