(For my girlies who always loved Valtor more, hihi)

Your journey—from an ordinary girl to the Fairy of the Eternal Flame, bearer of the strongest fire the magical realm had ever known—was never meant to be easy. Trials carved your path; peril shadowed your every step. Yet with time, and the unwavering support of your newfound sisters at Alfea, you began to find your place. And with the steadfast love of Sky, prince of Eraklyon, your once-scattered world started to stitch itself together.

Then came the truth—blinding, ancient, and inescapable. You were no mere girl with accidental magic. You were the daughter of the lost sovereigns of Domino, heirs to the kingdom that had once reigned over all others. The flame within you—older than stars, older than the world—was not just power. It was legacy. Destiny. And danger.

For fate, it seemed, had not forgotten you.

Deep in the forgotten edges of time, something stirred. A being born not of nature, but of dark of the three ancestral witches, forbidden sorcery—a force once buried, now reborn. Valtor. A name spoken only in whispers by the most ancient of spellcasters. His creation was no accident: he was designed for one purpose—to take your power. To extinguish the Flame of the First Dragon and claim it as his own.

Your headmistress Faragonda —stern, wise, and once silent—finally spoke the truth. Long ago, she had fought Valtor, alongside the headmasters of Red Fountain and Cloud Tower, Griffin and Saladin. Allies who once stood at the height of magic. That war had not truly ended. It had only paused. Now, Valtor had returned—stronger, colder, relentless—and he would not stop until the dragon flame was his.

The magical realm trembled.

Even the witches of Cloud Tower, sworn to chaos but bound still by a shared world, rose to stop him. And still, it wasn’t enough. One by one, your fellow fairies fell. You stood alone—your powers drained, your spirit frayed, but your resolve unshaken.

And still… you fought.

But he was not like the others. Valtor moved like a storm with a human form—silent, precise, devastating. He defeated you not with cruelty, but with finality, as if it had already been written in the stars.

“I warned you,” he said, eyes glittering with cruel amusement, voice smooth and low. He stood untouched, untouched by flame or blade. “You could never defeat me.”

You lay breathless on the ground, your heart aching, your vision blurred by pain and ash. But then—he moved. Not to strike, not to gloat, but to kneel beside you.

The world seemed to still.

He tilted your chin upward, cold fingers gentle where they should have been cruel. His eyes—deep, dark, impossible to read—searched yours. “Come with me,” Valtor said, his voice no longer mocking. It was low, commanding… and strangely sincere. “Leave them behind. Come with me, and I will protect you. I will take care of you.”

The words hung between you like a spell. Not a threat. Not a lie. A temptation.

From across the battlefield, Sky’s voice broke—raw, desperate, broken. “Don’t listen to him!” he cried, dragging himself forward, his armor shattered, his heart even more so.

But Valtor didn’t move. His gaze never left yours. “They will only hold you back,” he said, quieter now. “You are more than they can ever understand. I see it. I see you, even better because we share the same fire.”

Something flickered in his expression—brief, unreadable. Not mercy. Not cruelty. Something… else you couldn't quite name yet.

Why offer you this now? Was it a strategy? A trap? Or had your fire, ancient and eternal, lit something in him too?

The choice was yours.