gers, all wrinkled and still extremely fragile, were clinging to the diamond pendant that she always wore around her neck. Her eyelids, whose fine purple veins could be faintly seen through their transparency, were closed and quivering somewhat. The infant moved weakly and buried her head in her mother's chest. The room remained silent; only the friction of the wind against the window and the approaching thunder could be heard in this tranquility.

Then suddenly, a shrill sound. A dragon's roar. He seemed to be approaching at a brisk pace; she could hear the hiss of his wings slicing through the air. The living room door swung open with a loud slam, revealing her husband who was running up to her, his eyes wild with concern.

“Leia, he found us. We have to leave. The shield won't protect us for long.

Adrenaline burst through her and her heart raced faster. She opened her mouth to respond, but suddenly a deafening explosion rang out. The air seemed to glow for a brief moment around them as if something powerful had been destroyed and the magic of the spell was escaping. The shield, the shield is destroyed. A second later, a second explosion took place and the walls began to collapse. The baby let out a shrill cry and began to cry.

— Run, and escape as far as possible while there is still time!

Tears split the woman's cheeks. She shook her head, shaking, and hugged her child tighter to her in the hope of calming him down.

— Laiken…non.

“Save our daughter, Leia. Course ! he shouted, as the room began to catch fire. I will slow it down!

Her eyes flooded with tears, and she observed her husband intensely, one last time. Her wavy hair, a deep and shiny chocolate brown, fell over her forehead in graceful curls and highlighted her irises, an almost golden amber, which reflected the light of the flames, giving the impression that they were ablaze. Her dark skin seemed to be bronzed next to his porcelain skin and seemed to be soaked in the sun's rays, despite the dust that covered it. He was as beautiful as the first day, the day she fell in love with him knowing full well that he would be the one. Laiken.

“I love you,” she said, trying to stay strong.

He said nothing, kissing her with the passion of despair. Then, with moist eyes, he ordered her:

— Now go! Don't worry, we'll meet again. It is a promise.

She nodded and ran to the kitchen, pressing her crying daughter to her breast. Placing the palm of his hand against the stone, the wall lit up and a gap opened into the forest. Behind her, a hoarse cry echoed and she had to make a superhuman effort not to turn around. She focused all her attention on her daughter and stepped through the opening. What she saw outside took her breath away with horror; he had destroyed everything. The woods, the houses, everything; everything was burning. The inhabitants crowded in all directions, screaming, their faces contorted with deep fear. She turned her head away and rushed into the forest. The rain was now falling hard, and thunder had never been closer. She ran out of breath, her heart on the edge of her lips,

Suddenly, without warning, a searing pain shot through his chest. She knew what that meant: her husband had succumbed and the bond that united them had just been broken. Falling to her knees, she moaned, pale as death.

— Non...

Struggling to maintain some composure, she gently placed her child on the ground. She had to save her life, at the risk of her own. She, the warrior; the one who had fought all her life for love, for freedom, who had never failed, who had faced everything, and who, despite everything, had survived. She had very little time left, only a few seconds before he found her.

Placing her hand on her heart, she closed her eyes and cleared her mind. Immediately, time seemed to stand still and three magical circles, fitting into each other, appeared around her. They shone brightly and the symbols inscribed on them were most complex. A luminous sphere burst from her breast and a silver moon was born on her forehead. The sphere floated in the palm of her hands, and lit up the young woman's face, making her tears sparkle. Then she lowered her palms and the sphere entered the chest of the infant, who stopped crying. A golden sun appeared on her tiny forehead, and soon, the silver Moon from the mother's forehead faded, to be reborn on that of the daughter. The two stars seemed to blaze, then came together, becoming one. The imprint faded, as if accomplished, and sank into the skin to finally disappear. One by one, the circles faded in turn and the woman opened her eyes; the latter had lost their emerald green hue, replaced by a dull gray, and his hair, usually shining with life, seemed to have faded. But she had succeeded, she had saved her. Succession had been assured. She squeezed her pendant in her hands, whispered a few words to her and immediately, a sphere of light came out and disappeared into the air. replaced by a dull gray, and her hair, usually glowing with life, seemed to have died out. But she had succeeded, she had saved her. Succession had been assured. She squeezed her pendant in her hands, whispered a few words to him and immediately, a sphere of light came out and disappeared into the air. replaced by a dull gray, and her hair, usually glowing with life, seemed to have died out. But she had succeeded, she had saved her. Succession had been assured. She squeezed her pendant in her hands, whispered a few words to her and immediately, a sphere of light came out and disappeared into the air.

Taking her child back in her arms, she ignored the trees that were collapsing around her and locked her tear-filled eyes into his. Trying to smile, she murmured, her voice breaking:

—Mom... Mom and Dad love you. I loved you and your father more than anyone, more than I have ever loved anyone.

She swallowed back her tears. Her hair, under the assault of the wind, whipped her face.

—Tonight, I'm going to have to go. But know that I will always be with you, whatever happens. A mother's love for her child is the one bond that, since the dawn of time, has never been broken.

The baby opened her eyes wide and a slight smile stretched her lips, revealing her gums still devoid of teeth. she held out her tiny, chubby hands towards her, and she grabbed them. The mother smiled sadly and placed her forehead against her daughter's, closing her eyes.

—How long did you think you could escape me?

She turned away calmly. Strangely, she was serene: she was no longer afraid. From now on, only the infinite sorrow of having lost the one she loved, of knowing that she would never see her daughter say her first word, take her first steps, discover her power, fall in love...

A man, imposing and dressed in black, stood behind her. His features were hidden by a mask, and yet you could guess the expressions on his face from the tone of his voice. A huge dragon, as dark as ebony but with incandescent irises, followed him in the shadows.

“You'll never get what you're looking for, Archaos,” she said.

He approached and seemed to smile. The terrible creature growled.

— I killed the miserable individual you had chosen for a husband, and now I find you, considerably weakened by your pregnancy. If I were you, Leia, I wouldn't even dare refuse.

“Maybe that's why we're both so different,” she said, placing the baby on the ground behind her. You won't achieve anything. There will always be someone to stop you.

She stood up, and the man's eyes fell on the infant. He shudders.

— I passed everything on to her.

— I have nothing left, you arrived too late. I can't give you what you want anymore.

He let out an angry howl, and his palms filled with black smoke, charged with electricity. She closed her eyes and he raised his hands, his power hitting the young woman in the chest. It collapsed to the ground, inert. She was dead. With a scowl, he grabbed the pendant that shone around her neck and tore it off. The baby started to cry, getting his attention. He walked up to her and held out his arm. But when he tried to touch it, he came up against a shield. A symbol appeared on the child's forehead, and he was bathed in a blinding glow.

“It’s not…” he began, his eyes fixed on the print.

A huge aura burst out from the baby's chest, splitting the sky and hitting him head-on. A ribbon of light came to surround him, making him a prisoner. He examined his hands; they became transparent. He was disappearing. He struggled and screamed in rage. But nothing happened; it vanished, and the dragon with it.