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He was sent aside, but when Maelthra was in his room, his headache seemed to blossom there. But Galen didn’t know why he was having one. But Lucien did, not from a cold like Clara’s. It seemed whatever Cain Azura had planned for when he instructed Clara has had an effect on his mental and spiritual state.

Galen was slowly becoming stronger then Lucien.

”I’ve let you out too long. you’re getting stronger, You won’t last long without me if you get rid of me at this stage. We’re partners right?” Lucien called out to him in his mind.

He was in his chambers, staring at a mirror that hung on the wall, panting tiredly. When Narissa came in, he was still staring, gripping his head in some pain.

”Your Grace! It’s the Princess, she is not doing well, the healers can’t seem to bring her fever down.” She told him. Galen heard her and tried to move but Lucien kept him still.

”We need to address us first! You’ve allowed yourself to be distracted. She is a hostage-” all of a sudden The mirror ripples as Lucien Azura was in his reflection’s place.

“I can hear you.” Galen muttered. Lucien looked up at Galen.

“What?” Lucien said, skeptical.

“I’m onto you. You’ve been in my head all these years, but that’s gonna change. You can’t tell me what to do for much longer.” He muttered as he glared at his ancestor, Grey Eyes glowing silver as he turned and hurried out of his room and to Clara’s. Lucien was left stunned as he growled in anger.

“No! You need me Galen! You need me!” The image in the mirror vanished in its anger.

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He walked in to Clara’s room. She looked terrible. His eyes still holding a silver glow as he tried to use some of his own magic to heal her again, or at least break the fever.

“You’ve made me see the chains on my body and spirit my ancestor has been using on me. You’ve made me aware that, there’s more to the world then just... a mere map and boundaries.” He bit his own lip. “I... I’ve seen his spirit, how beyond the image’s memory, he’s so formless. I want to be free, but I’m scared. I’m scared of being killed by what I’ve made.”

He looked down. “For the first time Clara, I’ve realized how controlled and alone I’ve been. Thank you.” His eyes spoke of something more to his words, but He had a feeling no one would believe him, or hated him too much. Only a few of Maelthra’s own servants were aware of the truth of Maelthra’s Curse. The Dark Elves and Elves Of That few, actually wished the curse be broken.

Could this be an answer to their hope?