Darkness swallowed Prava. At first, there was silence—then a soft glow revealed a forest she had once called home. The laughter of her family echoed, warm and tender, until the scene fractured. Shadows crept in, and she stood alone before a mirror.
Within the mirror, she saw herself—not as she was, but as what she feared: weak, powerless, burdened by the destiny others placed upon her.
"You cannot save them," the reflection whispered. "You are only a child clutching a key too heavy for your hands."
Prava's chest tightened, but she pressed her hand against the mirror.
"No… I am more than fear. I walk with those who believe in me. Their strength flows through me."
The reflection cracked and shattered, fading into starlight.
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Allara, meanwhile, found herself in a vast library of endless tomes. Pages turned themselves, whispering secrets of magic and destiny. At the center stood her mother, her expression stern yet sorrowful.
"You have always sought knowledge," her mother's voice echoed. "But knowledge alone cannot save. Will you cling to wisdom, or will you open your heart?"
Allara's hands trembled. She had built her life on discipline, on control. Yet she saw Prava's smile, Rafael's determination, the bonds that had carried her here. Slowly, she closed the book in her hand.
"I choose both—knowledge and the bonds that give it meaning."
The library dissolved into light, leaving her heart lighter than before.
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Rafael faced fire. The vision showed him surrounded by his tribe, all fallen, their eyes accusing. Flames licked the sky, and at the center stood his father—proud, unyielding.
"You failed them," his father's voice thundered. "You are not worthy of the crown."
Rafael fell to his knees, guilt weighing him down. But then, he remembered the tears of the elder dragon, the unity he had sworn to protect. Rising to his feet, he faced the fire.
"No crown defines me. I lead not by pride, but by the bond we've chosen."
The flames bowed, parting before him, and the accusing voices fell silent.
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And then, as if drawn by fate, the three visions began to intertwine. Prava, Allara, and Rafael found themselves standing together in a vast hall of starlight. The Heart Key pulsed in Prava's hand.
"The trials of the heart are passed," a voice echoed from the void. "But the mountain watches still. Ahead lies the greatest truth."