Whispers Of The Blue Moon

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Night – BlueMoon Palace

The grand dining hall was filled with soft candlelight and golden silence. Dylan, the cold yet captivating ruler of the BlueMoon Palace, sat at the long table, silently chewing his dinner. His face was unreadable. Then, mid-bite, he set down his utensils and muttered:

"Enough. I need rest."

Without another word, he rose from his seat and exited. His silver-lined chest still faintly glowing under his loose robe.

From the corner of the hall, Lia—disguised as a kitchen servant—watched him go. Her heart raced with triumph.

Now's our chance… she thought. He'll be asleep when the herbs activate. Irin and I will be free.

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Midnight – BlueMoon Palace Gates

The sky was cloaked in darkness as Lia and Irin tiptoed toward the main gate. Two royal guards stood alert with glowing red eyes.

Lia whispered, "Watch this."

She took a small pouch of shimmering silver glitter, enchanted with sleep spells, and blew it toward them. As it sparkled in the air and touched the guards, they collapsed instantly.

Irin gasped. "That was… amazing."

Lia smirked with pride. "Told you I'm not just a cook."

The gates creaked open, and the two escaped into the night.

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Two Hours Later – BlueMoon Forest

Amidst the fog-kissed trees of the mystical BlueMoon Forest, Irin and Lia caught their breath.

Suddenly, a shadow darted toward them.

"Irin!" a familiar voice cried.

It was Fiona. Her face lit with relief, she pulled Irin into a tight embrace, followed by Lia. The three best friends held each other like a shattered bond restored.

Fiona whispered, "We must hurry. It's not safe here."

Just as they turned to leave, a chilling chuckle echoed through the woods.

From the mist emerged Dylan, his eyes glowing like fireflies under moonlight, spinning a silver dagger in his hand.

"You didn't expect me, did you?"

Irin froze. Fiona stepped in front, shielding them with her body.

Lia whispered, "How… how are you awake?"

Dylan's smile deepened. "The tea trick? You underestimate me. That little herb can't dull a demon king."

His gaze locked onto Irin. "You're brave, Irin. I never thought… you of all people…"

Irin said nothing. Her heart thundered.

Dylan stepped closer, reaching for his dagger—but before he could, a blade flashed through the air, clashing against his weapon.

"Enough."

Ren appeared, his sword pulsing with light. "You won't touch her."

Dylan's smile twisted. "You again…" He glanced toward Fiona,and thinking "Did he know what she really is"

Ren narrowed his eyes. " I won't let you harm her."

Dylan laughed, then charged. The two clashed in a storm of steel and power.

Fiona grabbed Irin's wrist. "Come, quickly."

She led Irin and Lia to a large tree some distance away.

Lia turned. "I need to help Ren. Fiona—take Irin and leave!"

Before Fiona could argue, Lia sprinted toward the fight.

Irin stayed behind, her mind spiraling. What if Ren seriously hurts Dylan? Or worse… kills him?

Fiona noticed. "Why are you trembling? Don't tell me… you have feelings for him?"

Irin blinked. "Who?"

"You know who. Dylan."

Irin said nothing.

Fiona's voice hardened. "If yes… that's good. Because it means you're the one to finish this."

She pulled the dragon-handled dagger from her satchel. "Only you can kill him."

Irin's eyes widened. "Why...?"

"Because you've seen what he's capable of. He's a demon. He tortures innocents. You must stop him."

Irin whispered, "But he didn't—"

"What?"

Irin shook her head. Fiona didn't hear the rest.

Fiona handed her the dagger. Irin's fingers trembled. As she clutched the cold steel, memories flooded her:

— Dylan placing soft flowers in her room.

— Dylan protecting her from demons.

— His teasing smirk. His gentle hand.

The dagger slipped from her hand and fell into the grass.

Fiona hissed, "Don't let your feelings grow. He's not good for you. You're a fairy. He's a demon."

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Meanwhile – Battle Between Dylan & Ren

The forest echoed with metal and magic. Sparks lit the dark trees.

Lia stood nearby, unable to intervene, terrified.

Dylan lunged forward and choked Ren by the throat, his claws digging in. "I should end you here."

Ren coughed, "In your… dreams…"

Suddenly—

"STOP!" Irin's voice rang out across the forest.

Dylan hesitated.

"I won't let anyone else get hurt because of me."

He loosened his grip.

Just then, a smoke burst revealed a new figure—Sebastien, Ren's elite guard.

With precision, Sebastien hurled a small round blade, slicing Dylan's arm.

He hissed in pain as Ren collapsed.

Sebastien and Lia rushed to Ren, disappearing in a flash of magic. Lia shouted, "Irin!"

But it was too late—they vanished with Ren.

Dylan turned slowly. His focus sharpened on Irin.

"You… You turned against me?"

Irin's eyes glowed with unshed tears, now crimson with determination.

"Yes. This is your karma."

And she plunged the dragon dagger into his stomach.

Dylan gasped, blood blooming across his robe. His eyes widened in betrayal.

He looked down at the dagger—the weapon meant for his end.

Irin leaned in close and whispered in his ear:

"How does it feel… when the one you love… strikes you back?"

Dylan's breath caught. "You…?"

She smiled, dark and strange. "The first strike… was for Irin…that's me.."

Another stab—deeper this time.

"And this one… is for my…Husband...."

Dylan staggered, eyes full of shock and devastation. His power dimmed.

Irin stared into his collapsing gaze, her lips curving.

"Goodbye… Dylan."

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