That evening, Zuri wandered the halls alone, the baby dragon snuggled in her arms.
A cold breeze brushed past, and she froze.
From the mirror on the wall, a shadow flickered.
"She's learning… faster than I expected," a voice hissed. Zelaria's spirit smiled. "Soon… she'll be ready. And then… my return will be perfect."
Zuri shivered, unaware of the true danger lurking.
The dragon chirped softly, nudging her. Zuri smiled. "Don't worry, little fireball. Whatever happens, we'll face it… together."
Little did she know, the real threat was already watching, waiting for the perfect moment.