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- Do you want to do it now? - Horel asked his daughter.

- Yes, there’s no point in stalling any longer. We need to know what we’re dealing with and why the elf King gave me this invitation. - Thea answered confidently. – I believe... no... I know that all this time, all the years while I was growing up, he was waiting until I could return to this portal.

- Well. - The king nodded. - Then what should we do?

Thea unfolded the paper on which the old ornate pattern is depicted and brought it to the sparkling funnel of the portal. In fact, she had no idea what she needed to do to make this thing work.

Her hand felt a pleasant warmth and a slight tingling sensation as it passed through the matter of the portal, but with the same success it returned back without getting any proper result. It made her upset. Was there anything she could have missed?

- Raphael? – she turned to the vampire, but he only raised an eyebrow, instead of rushing to her aid.

- Oh, come on, and I thought my name became "cretin". – he parodied her, making faces like a little child.

- Please forgive me for touching your delicate mental organization, oh, great king of the kingdom of Abion, venerable immortal vampire. – she made a deep bow, waving her hand in front of her.

- You’re overdoing it, so-so actress. - he quipped.

- This is not the role I was trained for. – she returned the answer to him. – Maybe you will still participate in our discussion?

- Of course, of course. You can’t even take a step without me. – he came up and casually pulled a piece of paper out of her hands, throwing it on the floor. – An invitation for a specific recipient requires the use of your strength. Ivrim must have planned this in advance, preventing you from entering Eriad until your powers awaken. You have to be worthy of it and you have to prove it to the elf king. Conjure, little witch.

- She’s not a witch. - Terrence hissed, standing up for his sister.

- Come on, she’s more of a witch than I am of a vampire, it’s obvious. - Raphael said, as if mocking.

- What’s wrong with being a witch? - Adeline was offended by the words of the Crown Prince.

- That’s enough. - Thea barked at the top of her voice. - It doesn’t matter now. What do I need to do? Should I just use magic?

Her last words were addressed only to Raphael.

- Exactly. You have to make the elven seal open. - Raphael nodded with complete seriousness. – Come on, baby, focus, you will succeed.

"You will succeed, Thea. Believe in yourself," an inner voice whispered to her.

He saw all her insecurities and heard the beating of her heart so clearly that his ears were torn by the volume of this sound. She was too much afraid of not living up to other people’s expectations, after she had motivated a lot of people to take her side. A naive little fool, she did not understand at all that this very uncertainty hinders the disclosure of her powers.

Thea stood in front of the portal, a piece of paper under her feet, and only a void in her head, gaping and pitch-black, so that she could fully concentrate. To her delight, no one interfered with her, for which she was very grateful.

She stretched out her hands forward, palms down to the elven invitation, and her skin was instantly covered with fine frosty ice, like tiny sparks of sharp peaks of snowflakes.

Thea felt an indescribable flow of energy that passed through her entire body, it was something warmer, closer to hot, soft and pleasant, unlike the tingling sensation on the skin of her hands covered with ice.

And only people from the outside could see an exceptionally amazing picture when her body shone, covered with myriads of small sparks. Fire sparks. Her whole body was as if enveloped in flames, but it did not burn her, but carefully caressed, embraced and cherished her. It was so incredible that no one could even say a word for fear of breaking her concentration.

Throughout the world, the use of fire magic has been the most difficult ability from time immemorial. But no one has ever been able to control fire, could not subordinate it to himself, and even more so could not be in complete harmony when fire complements the body, is a part of it.

How could they believe your eyes at all, looking at the action unfolding as if everyone was in a dream? Except for Thea, who couldn’t see what was happening with her eyes closed.

While everyone saw one picture from the side, Thea continued to read witchcraft spells in her head, which allowed an even greater charge of energy into her body. It was like she was using all her strength in a harmonious tandem, forcing her to work only to reveal this damn seal.

Receiving an excess of strength, she stubbornly directed them to the center of the paper sheet, feeling that her magic was going into the abyss, weakening her too much, exactly until her knees trembled and she felt that she was falling forward.

Raphael reacted quickly when he noticed that the scarlet glow abruptly stopped and she began to fall. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her tightly to his chest.

- It didn’t work out. – she whispered faintly, feeling that she was ready to cry from her own failure.

- I wouldn’t say that. Look. - Raphael pointed her finger at a piece of paper where the pattern began to smolder, as if burned by fire.

The decay spread out in waves and curls, completely imitating the painted pattern, and then reflected in the air like a fiery hologram.

Thea did not notice how she held her breath, watching how the drawing in the air literally melted space, connecting together with the blue sparks of the portal, which attracted a fiery extravaganza, plunging into it and dissolving into it, leaving behind only a lively twisting inside the portal itself and a slight surface tremor the air.

A thin beam of light cut through the darkness of Horel’s study when one silver shoe with a massive buckle decorated with diamonds appeared from the portal.

And behind her, a falling rain of silver hair, and finally the complete appearance of the elf king, as she remembered him from her dream.

Almond-shaped eyes with almost colorless irises, framed by a down of snow-white eyelashes, pointed ears and thin lips with a slight hint of a smile.

Ivrim came out of the portal with a proud gait, with a perfect stately posture and broad shoulders, on which the clothes sat so beautifully, as if they were an extension of his body. He was too majestic in her eyes, probably the same as Raphael. But if the vampire king represented a dark storm, then the elf king was a safe haven in this comparison. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

He walked up to her without ceremony and put his hand on her head, which made her shudder for a split second before she felt the enveloping warmth and calm. The King of the elves was humming something in a language incomprehensible to her, and the next moment she felt complete darkness, as if she had fallen into an abyss and the whole world had gone out for her.

- Haven’t seen you for a long time... - said Ivrim, removing his hand from the girl’s head and spreading a soft smile. - Artemis.