A Journey That Changed The World.



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[Sometime In the near future]

Hecate sat on the balcony, gazing at the moon above Larissa City. Memories of a vivid dream warmed her as she remembered the passionate embrace of a handsome man.

Her reverie was interrupted by the creaking of her bedroom door. Eione, her maid, entered with concern.

"Bowing before Hecate, Eione said, "Princess, I regret to inform you that your request for a meeting with your father has been rejected. The second empress seems to have influenced him regarding your predictions."

Hecate expected this outcome. Her father had been the only one to show concern, but now even that had ended.

Surprisingly, she didn't feel upset. Deep down, she knew the arrival of the young man with white hair was near, and she eagerly awaited his entrance into her life.

Her heart raced as she recalled the passionate night from her dream. She turned back to the city, going quiet.

The moon's glow illuminated her red eyes, which began to shimmer. Eione noticed and rushed to Hecate, but she remained seated, completely still.

[Hecate's Vision]

A soft, ethereal voice whispered in her ear, its words filled with an ominous warning.

"Hecate, be cautious. The Land of Mediterra is facing impending doom. It will crumble and fade, becoming a forgotten chapter in history. The people will be displaced, their homes ravaged, and the land overrun by a relentless swarm. Cities will be reduced to ruins, and their inhabitants devoured by the insatiable horde. Consider this my final warning, young one. Only by uniting the powers of the sun and moon can you push back this relentless tide. Seek out the white dragon, for he is your last ray of hope. Now, witness the dire consequences that will unfold if he refuses to come to your aid."

She stood upon a hill, overlooking the Lunarian royal palace and the bustling city that once thrived below.

A wave of terror washed over her trembling form as she saw the monstrous giants, their towering frames loomed menacingly, casting shadows that swallowed the landscape.

With every step they took, buildings crumbled like fragile toys beneath their colossal strength.

The air was thick with the stench of death and destruction, piercing cries of terrified citizens filled her ears.

Hecate's breath caught in her throat as she watched in horror, unable to tear her gaze away from the ghastly scene unfolding before her eyes.

The giants, their gray flesh stretched taut over sinewy muscles, reveled in their savage feast.

They snatched up helpless victims, tearing into their flesh with abandon, while others met their grisly fate under the crushing weight of colossal feet.

Just as Hecate thought the nightmare couldn't get worse, a tremor coursed through the ground as a group of larger giants stormed the palace.

The ground trembled as the monstrous giants advanced, plunging the palace into utter chaos.

The sound of explosions reverberated through the air, followed by an eerie silence that chilled her to the core.

In the blink of an eye, Hecate found herself transported to the courtyard just outside the palace.

Her heart pounded in her chest, her eyes widening in disbelief and horror as the tragedy unfolded before her.

Her once mighty family now lay lifeless, their torn bodies scattered across the ground, drenched in a pool of blood.

The once pure Lunarian bloodline now became a mockery, their noble legacy reduced to a vile banquet for the monstrous beings.

Hecate was forcibly transported once more, she found herself suspended in the air, overlooking the vast expanse of Mediterra.

A shroud of black smoke engulfed the sky, blotting out the sun and casting the land into a foreboding darkness.

Hecate's heart sank as she witnessed the harrowing sight before her. The once vibrant land now lay in ruins, ravaged by an unrelenting horde of abominable creatures.

The devastation became painfully clear as she witnessed the brutal onslaught, the malicious forces leaving no corner untouched.

Her senses were overwhelmed as vivid visions of unspeakable carnage played out before her eyes.

Each scene depicted the power of the giants and their wicked minions, leaving a trail of brutality and despair in their wake.

The eastern kingdoms, once prosperous and proud, lay in ruins. Their cities were destroyed and castles lay in ruins.

The eastern royal families met their gruesome demise as they were eaten by the swarm, their flesh ripped from bone and devoured.

Valiant armies were crushed by the relentless horde, their brave efforts rendered futile against an unstoppable force.

Hecate's mind reeled from the horrifying images that flooded her consciousness. But within the depths of her despair, a flicker of hope ignited.

That's when she witnessed a breathtaking scene as a majestic white dragon engaged in a fierce battle against the giants.

It showcased its immense power, mercilessly slaying giants with brutal ferocity.

Its fury was evident as it tore off one giant's head with its jaws and impaled another with its razor-sharp tail.

Hecate was mesmerized by the radiant beauty of the white dragon, its scales glistening in the sunlight.

In the distance, her gaze fell upon a colossal wyvern, ridden by three girls.

One had striking blue hair, another had flowing blonde locks, and the third possessed a vibrant pink mane.

Hecate recognized the pink-haired girl as a princess from the Zenian kingdom.

As the vision gradually faded away, Hecate found herself back on the balcony, her mind still reeling from the horror that had unfolded before her.

But amidst the chaos of her thoughts, a warm memory emerged. Hecate's lips curled into a tender smile, lost in the memory of the night she had shared with the man.

A soft blush adorned her gray cheeks, adding a touch of warmth to her complexion. The rush of memories flooded her being, evoking a bittersweet cascade of emotions that enveloped her senses.

Returning to the present, her attention was drawn to Eione, who stood beside her, the maid's eyes filled with concern.

Relief washed over Eione's face as she realized that Hecate had regained her composure. Letting out a sigh, she voiced her concerns.

"Princess, I was worried. Did you have another vision?"

Hecate paused, gathering her thoughts, before responding with determination.

"Yes, Eione. It was a vision of destruction. The giants and their horde laid waste to our once prosperous kingdom, leaving only devastation and despair behind."

Concern appeared on Eione's face as she asked. "What should we do, Princess?"

Hecate spoke confidently. "We wait for the white-haired young man who will soon appear."

Hecate noticed Eione's puzzled expression and asked, "What troubles you?"

Clearing her throat, Eione replied, "Well, there have been rumors among the Zenianian traders. They speak of a white dragon burning invading armies. If these rumors are true, then the young man with white hair might be journeying north alongside the Aquarian Princess."

Hecate's eyebrows lifted with excitement as a certain memory returned, fueling her longing to meet the young man with white hair.

Shaking off her intense emotions, Hecate found herself captivated by shooting stars streaking across the night sky. She felt a surge of magical energy coursing through her veins.

She stood up and went to fetch the other dream potion she had prepared. Once back in her bed, she settled down and drank the potion, excited to explore the depths of her dreams.

Soon, sleep overtook her, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself in a grand chamber, with a massive bed at its center.

In that precise instant, a shadow loomed over her, drawing her attention.

When she turned around, she locked eyes with the striking young man with white hair, his violet gaze smoldering with intense desire.

He climbed onto the bed, Hecate was dressed in a red loose nightgown. Gently, he parted her slender grey legs, and his eyes fell upon a pair of red panties, a smile forming on his face.

She grew increasingly excited and desired this intensely. As he slid her panties aside, a surge of arousal coursed through her, heightening her pleasure.

At that moment, she felt a wet sensation against her honey pot, causing her entire body to tremble.

She experienced intense pleasure coursing through her body, causing her to squirm and release sensuous moans.

Hecate's eyes filled with ecstasy as he pleasured her with passionate, animalistic licks, causing her to tremble with pleasure and let out a sensual moan.

Heavily breathing, she expressed her pleasure with a satisfied moan, exclaiming, ''Ahhhhhhh. That feels amazing.''

Her moans grew louder, echoing in the air, as her essence flowed onto his tongue.

Meanwhile, his skillful fingers expertly teased her sensitive clit, intensifying her state of arousal to new heights.

She quickly ensnared his head with her thick thighs. He moved his tongue even faster to taste every inch of her little sister.

When he nibbled on her clit, she felt unparalleled ecstasy. She felt like she was about to climax.

Hecate suddenly let out a loud moan. ''Ahhh!" As she squirted in his face.

After catching her breath, she savored the lingering sensations of her orgasm.

She glanced at him licking up her juices, and a surge of desire coursed through her. He climbed on top of her, increasing her excitement even further.

Seeing this drove her mad, he started rubbing against her cave of wonders, which made her even more aroused.

He pushed himself inside her, causing Hecate to tremble with each powerful thrust.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, enveloped in a passionate embrace that conveyed their profound love and affection throughout the night.

When she woke from her dream, a sense of contentment washed over her. Her heart brimmed with hope as if her yearning for love was on the brink of fulfillment.

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