Morgana stands alone by the arched window, her crescent birthmark shimmering beneath the muted glow. She traces patterns in the condensation, thoughts heavy with the burden of prophecy and legacy. The moon’s pale light glances off her dark gown, accentuating the loneliness that clings to her like a second skin.
"If only these walls could speak truth, not fear," she murmurs, voice barely louder than the wind.
Morgana kneels beside a faded portrait of Carmen, her lost friend. Tears slip silently down her cheeks, mingling with the swirling glow from her fingertips. The pain of betrayal and loss weighs on her, making her question everything she’s been taught.
"You deserved better, Carmen. I swear, your memory will ignite change," she vows, her voice trembling but resolute.
Morgana approaches, her steps hesitant. The air hums with unspoken tension as the sisters face each other, jealousy and misunderstanding hanging between them. Snow White’s gentle smile falters, sensing Morgana’s unrest.
"You have everything I long for, yet I feel invisible," Morgana confesses, her words raw. "Morgana, I wish you’d let me in. Your pain is my pain too," Snow White replies softly, tears glistening in her eyes.
Seraphina, the healer, speaks of hope and loss; Buck, the warrior, pledges his sword; Gaia, the spirit, offers cryptic wisdom. The allies unite, planning their rebellion against Malakar’s dark regime. Morgana’s resolve hardens as she finds strength in their unity.
"We are more than the sum of our wounds. Together, Elysia’s fate can change," Morgana declares, her voice echoing through the chamber.
Morgana and Snow White stand side by side, their powers interwoven—darkness and light swirling in a dazzling display. Malakar emerges, his robes billowing like a shroud, eyes burning with fanatic zeal. The sisters unleash their combined strength, illuminating even the deepest shadows.
"For Carmen, for Elysia, for us," Morgana cries, her magic blazing. "Let fear end tonight!" Snow White joins, their voices uniting against tyranny.
Morgana stands beside Snow White, her birthmark aglow with new meaning. The sisters clasp hands, their bond stronger for the trials endured. The kingdom embraces its magical legacy, forging a new era of acceptance and unity.
"We are both shadow and light. Let Elysia remember that," Morgana proclaims, her voice ringing clear as the festival ends.
