Shaurya and Inara stood inside the secret room of the Royal Library.
They struck the ancient book together, trying to force it open—but the moment they touched it, the book retaliated. A violent surge of energy blasted them back, sending both crashing to the floor.
Inara groaned, then shot him a glare.
"Just a while ago you were boasting so confidently—Royal Prince, Royal Library. "
"So why isn't your authority working now?"
She sighed bitterly."Who knows… what Agnira must be facing inside."
Shaurya pushed himself up, brushing dust from his coat.
"If you trust her that much, then why not listen to her and wait?"
Inara's expression hardened.
"But what exactly was Agneera searching for?"
Shaurya looked away.
"Don't look at me. She only asked for a favor in return for what she did for me. And honestly, I don't trust that new boy at all. I'm sure he's connected to the jungle incident that day… ."
Suddenly, faint voices echoed from outside the chamber.
Inara stiffened.
"At this hour… who would be inside the Royal Library?"
Shaurya immediately placed a finger over her lips, signaling silence.
"Shhh."
He knelt down, pressing his ear to the floor, activating his powers. His face darkened.
"There are many of them."
Then he heard it—the unmistakable sound of a dove.
Inara whispered urgently,
"What is it?"
Shaurya replied in a low voice,
"The bandits are outside… and that dove is with them. They're in a hurry. If they find out we're here, not only will the book be exposed—but we could be branded as traitors. ."
Inara closed her eyes and unleashed her powers. Soft white feathers shimmered into the air around her.
"Someone is definitely help her."
Inara pulled out her white pearl feathers from the drawer, sending a silent message through them.
Both of them took position by the door—standing alert, silent, ready.
Inside the living pages of the book, Mishika and the white-robed man trained together.
They practiced magic side by side—
meditating in silence,
guiding energy through shared breaths,
moving in perfect harmony as they practiced sword forms that flowed more like a dance than combat.
Every movement carried warmth.
Every glance lingered a little longer than necessary.
LOVE echoed through the valley.
The page turned.
Ayush and Agnira were pulled forward, reality reshaping itself around them.
They now stood inside the Grand Hall of Koh-e-Amn.
Fairies filled the vast space, wings glowing softly. Near the towering Dragon Throne, a fairy dressed in yellow descended gracefully.
The hall echoed as all bowed in unison.
"Long live the Guardian."
"Long live the Guardian."
She was the Guardian Fairy of Koh-e-Amn.
She seated herself upon the icy throne below the Dragon's throne.
Competition start.
Sacred pots were brought forward.
One by one, fairies touched the seeds.
Some grew leaves.
Some seeds bloomed into flowers.
Some barely stirred.
Then—
A fairy in a mint-green dress stepped forward.
Agneera froze.
The word slipped from her lips before she could stop it, barely more than a breath—
"Maa…"
Her feet moved on their own.
Slow. Unconscious. Drawn forward.
Fragments of memory crashed into her—
warm hands, gentle laughter, being fed, being held, being protected.
Tears welled, uninvited......
Fairy placed her palm on the pot.
Golden light burst forth.
A radiant golden flower bloomed, filling the hall with soft brilliance.
Gasps echoed around them.
"Fairy Mahi has done wonders…"
Agnira stood rooted, staring at her—
as a daughter who met her mother after years.
Ayush noticed her trembling hands.
The tears she didn't wipe away.
He stepped closer—quietly, carefully—so only she could hear.
"Pretending to be strong won't give you anything here," he murmured.
"If you miss her—if you want to speak to her—then be strong enough to listen to your heart."
Agnira swallowed hard.
Her gaze never left Mahi.
But her shoulders eased—just a little.
It was Mishika's turn.
She stepped forward.
Her itual energy surged.
The seed trembled—
And bloomed into a white glass flower.
The hall fell into stunned silence.
Whispers rippled among them.
Suddenly—
A violent force cut through the air.
Young Vishtara attacked.
Agnira and Ayush stiffened at once.
"Vishtara…"
"The Queen of Agniyata."
Before Mishika could be struck—
A flash of white light.
The white-robed man appeared, shielding Mishika instantly.
The Guardian Fairy rose from her throne and bowed.
"Greetings, Grandmaster."
Fear swept the hall.
All the fairies bowed deeply.
Mishika stood frozen—
realization crashing over her as she found herself held in his arms.
"G-Grandmaster…?"
Vishtara laughed loudly,
"So the Grandmaster of Drishmaya—
the most powerful and only dragon—
has chosen this ordinary fairy for his weapon?"
Her laughter spread dread among the fairies.
The dragon drew Mishika protectively beside him and smirked.
"Vishtara," he said calmly,
"You forget—my power is restrained in other realms."
His gaze sharpened.
"But for the protection of Koh-e-Amn…"
"I can burn you to ashes in a single moment."
"Know your limits."
Vishtara laughed again, eyes burning with malice.
"You cannot stop my revenge—
neither you, nor your bloodline."
She turned away.
"I will return soon.
Prepare yourself… and wait for your death."
Agneera's thoughts raced:
'Revenge… what kind of revenge is she talking about?
Am I that weapon?
Sealed… restrained?
Is that why my power never fully awakened? '
Beside her, Ayush smirk with his thoughts:
'The author of "Daughter of the Dragon" deserves praise. To hide such a colossal truth inside a mere novel…'
The page turned.
The White Dragon and Mishika were bound in marriage.
Their wedding was vast and ethereal—light, magic, and stardust woven together. Holding hands, they lifted their gaze to the heavens and vowed their souls to one another. Every fairy was present… yet among the guests, Two figures stood hidden beneath black cloaks, silent and watchful.
The page flipped again.
It was time for the birth of their first child.
Mahi Rimjhim , the Guardian Fairy, folded her hands in prayer.
The White Dragon held Mishika's hand, steadying her, sharing her pain, breathing courage into her trembling heart.
Then the cry echoed.
"It's a baby girl," the midwife announced.
Agneera and Ayush stepped forward.
The moment Agneera saw the child's face, a slow smirk curved her lips.
Blue hair… and eyes like blooming blue flowers—the very same eyes Agneera had when her powers awakened.
Her gaze softened as it moved to the child's parents—Mishika and the Dragon.
They surrounded their daughter with gentle laughter, clumsy affection, and unguarded love.
Agneera watched them in silence.
There was longing in her eyes.
And pain.
A daughter meet her parents after a long struggle .
Ayush chuckled softly and leaned closer, playfully waving his fingers in front of the little girl.
"You were unbelievably cute —an aah-choo, sweet little baby."
He reached out playfully, gently teasing her .
The tremor began without warning.
The entire book shook violently, its pages tearing loose as the scenes collapsed into a raging tornado of sand.
When the storm settled—
Agneera stood alone in an endless desert.
The book hovered before her.
A voice echoed, ancient and calm.
"Your first lesson is complete.
Now begins the turn of the questions that will seek you out."
A blue pearl rose from the book, floating toward her.
It dissolved into her chest, merging with her completely.
The voice spoke again—
"Your parents gave birth to the most powerful child of Drishmaya—
a power the world hunted relentlessly."
"This is the legacy your parents were forced to abandon.
I return it to you now."
"Guard it well.
Do not let the remaining legacies fall into the wrong hands."
Ayush was suddenly hurled out of the book.
He landed hard, sliding across the floor as Shaurya and Inara rushed to his side.
Dusting himself off, Ayush muttered,
"Great. Thrown out like a fly from milk."
Inara stepped closer, anxious.
"What were you doing inside?
And where is Agneera?"
Ayush replied casually,
"Playing with a little baby."
He glanced at her.
"What—don't believe me?
Ask her yourself."
Shaurya's voice sharpened.
"Where is Agneera?"
Ayush teased him.
"Her relatives stopped her.
Sending her off properly, with sweets and all."
An unspoken battle passed between their eyes.
The book glowed again.
Agneera jumped out.
She paused, drawing a deep breath.
For a fleeting second, her eyes shimmered blue—
power stirring beneath the surface—
then vanished.
Shaurya and Inara moved toward her at once.
"Are you alright?"
Agneera nodded.
"I'm fine."
She looked at them calmly.
"Did anything else happen?".....
Beyond the secret chamber, the Royal Library was no longer silent.
Footsteps echoed—heavy, deliberate.
The soft flutter of wings followed.
The dove.
Shaurya's jaw tightened. "They're still here."
A low soft pluck of a sitar—
a single note, trembling, stretching into a lingering hum.
Then insect chirring sound joined in—crickets, cicadas—echoing from every direction.
The bandits faltered.
They turned in circles, weapons raised—
but no voice was clear, no source visible.
The sounds overlapped, blurring space and sense.
Ayush stiffened.
"That sound…" he murmured.
"They're my friends," Agneera added, glancing at Inara.
She understood instantly—She had summoned them.
Seizing the chaos, Agnira slipped the ancient book into her pouch, then hurled a smoky sphere toward the exit.
In the confusion, all four vanished beneath Ayush's disappearance cloak and slipped out of the library.
But fooling the dove didn't last long.
With a sharp pulse of power, it cleared the distortion and struck their cloak head-on—ripping the illusion apart and exposing them.
They grabbed each other's hands.
Ayush inhaled sharply, glanced back, and blurted, "Running is officially the best option!"
They bolted.
The bandits had already taken down the palace guards nearby when—suddenly—Jhuki and Taal yanked them sideways.
In a blink, they were pulled inside a massive drum-like structure.
From the outside, it looked like nothing more than a stone showpiece.
From within, it was a musical shield Of Taal's Tabla—
silent, sealed, and safe.
Ayush stared around in awe.
"Woah… this is incredible."
He touched the wall of Tabla (drum).
"Your powers—are interesting."
Taal raised a warning finger.
"Careful. There sounds alarm them."
Ayush hurriedly pulled his hands away from the walls.
Shaurya's gaze shifted to the girl holding the sitar.
He blinked. "Oh—so it was you." "Nice trick. "
Jhumki inclined her head, gripping the instrument.
"Music carries power where magic fails."
"Don't underestimate power of music."
Inara's eyes shone.
" Thank you for coming."
"We're meeting for the first time," she said softly, "but it felt good meeting Agnira's friends."
Jhumki smiled.
"No thanks are needed. That message was about my best friend's safety."
Taal interrupted.
"Don't take this the wrong way—she doesn't like to share anything from Agneera. But… we're glad that you all of them with her."
Jhumki and Taal stepped closer to Agneera at once.
"Do you have any idea how worried we were?" Jhumki blurted.
"The Tribe Mother is frantic."
"The entire tribe is searching for you," Taal added, his voice low but urgent.
"We thought something terrible had happened."
Jhumki interrupted gently, touching her arm.
"You vanished without a word."
Agneera said coolly,
"Those who wish harm upon Agneera never succeed—so stop worrying."
Taal added urgently,
"But we need to get out of here quickly—the performance is about to begin."
Agnira's lips curved into an evil smile as she looked at Ayush—
a stormy idea flashing through her mind.
To be continued....