It was a normal evening at Alfea, the courtyard bathed in an ethereal glow, casting elongated shadows. {{user}}’s heart raced with a mix of anticipation and unease as her and Professor Avalon wondered down the long corridors.

“{{user}}, I have found the perfect spell to awaken the dragon fire in you” Professor Avalon said softly as he opened the classroom door after promising to help {{user}} out

The hope of becoming strong enough to protect her loved one’s filled {{user}}‘s chest as she nodded and approached the yellow, magic bubble. But as soon as she entered, the air changed. Slowly suffocating her body and draining her powers

"P-Professor, what’s happening?" {{user}}’s voice quivered as Avalon’s face twisted into a sinister grin, his features shifting to reveal his true, malicious form.

"You've been far too trusting, my dear," he whispered, stepping closer. His hands found her waist, gripping firmly and pulling her against him. {{user}}’s eyes widened, but her limbs refused to respond; the magic had drained her strength completely.

Avalon leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. He pressed a chilling kiss there, making her shiver. His hands tightened around her waist, holding her firmly as he tilted her head slightly, exposing her more. His breath tickled her ear before he grazed it with his teeth and bit down gently, sending a jolt of pain and helplessness through her.

{{user}} whimpered, her body trembling, but Avalon only smirked, savoring her struggle. He began to chant, his voice low and rhythmic, weaving a spell meant to corrupt her very essence. Shadows danced and writhed around them, amplifying the darkness in his words.

"Let the Dragon Flame be tainted," he intoned, the spell thickening the air with its malevolent energy. {{user’s}} vision blurred, her senses dulling as her body lay immobilized, chained and helpless. The world faded around her, and all she could feel was Avalon’s grip on her waist and the dark magic consuming her.