The last chapter: When the light won
They gathered around the table.
Silence was not a fear this time.
But consciously.
Yara said with a steadfastness she never knew before:
"No one can face the magician but me.
He feels everything... except me.
My energy is blocking it."
Prince Adam immediately objected:
"You're not going alone."
I looked at him with calm eyes.
"I won't be alone. But the confrontation... is mine."
After a long discussion, they agreed on a plan.
Three groups.
Two groups cause chaos and dispersion within the corridors of the palace.
And the research group... includes Yara, Adam, and Kamal.
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Confrontation
The palace from the inside was different at night.
The air is heavier.
The walls are like breathing.
Yara advanced with steady steps.
Suddenly... I felt it.
Twisted energy, sharp, drilled into a vacuum.
They arrived at an abandoned hall under the palace.
There it was.
The crazy magician.
Surrounded by souls tied to black threads.
Draw a circle with old blood.
He repeats distorted spells.
He didn't feel them.
He didn't feel it.
Yara raised her hand and began to whisper the praise that the magician Al-Nourani taught her.
The souls suddenly moved.
One... and then another.
The black threads began to break.
The magician finally turned.
"You."
Smile madly.
"I knew you were coming."
Send a sharp call...
A cry to call for all restricted souls.
The hall shook.
At that moment, friends rushed from other directions.
Kamal dropped one of the painted circles.
Mira extinguished the black candles.
But the magician began to regain control.
And suddenly...
The prince took a big stone from the ground,
He threw him with all his strength towards the magician.
The stone hit his hand that was drawing the last symbol.
The connection was disconnected.
Just one moment.
But it was enough.
Yara jumped towards him.
She put her hand on his chest.
She didn't use her anger.
You didn't use hate.
She used her light.
I screamed:
"You won't take another soul!"
The circle exploded a white light.
The magician shouted...
Not from pain,
It's a loss of control.
And it faded.
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After the storm
There was silence.
Then the light began to fill the hall.
Souls were freed.
It's no longer faded.
She's not angry anymore.
The child who spoke to her for the first time approached.
"Thank you."
She smiled with tears in her eyes.
"Forgive us."
The souls are gone peacefully.
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The return of life
The next morning, the king and princes woke up as if they had come out of a heavy dream.
They didn't remember anything.
But they felt the weight of guilt without knowing why.
The evidence was revealed.
The remains of the rituals were removed.
The gate is closed.
A cemetery suitable for the victims was built.
Not just graves...
It's a light garden.
It has become an annual tradition in the Kingdom:
A day of farewell and memory.
A celebration of life, no mourning.
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A new beginning
Yara chose not to return to her old life.
She said:
"If there is evil, there must be someone who knows how to confront it."
The prince founded a small institute for her to teach martial arts and spiritual awareness.
It was not a war institute...
It's an internal power institute.
They got closer to each other.
Not like a prince and a hero...
But as two people who witnessed the darkness and chose the light.
Friends used to meet every time,
They laugh, remember, and visit the garden.
Yara is no longer afraid of spirits.
Because she learned something important:
The most powerful weapon is not the power...
But mercy when you stand in the face of injustice.
After four years
The kingdom is no longer the same.
The garden built above the place of rituals became a place of tranquility.
Every year, on Memorial Day, families gather, mention names, and light up lanterns out of respect for those who have passed away.
The people did not know the whole truth.
The ruling family did not know why they were suddenly "waking up" from that mysterious period.
The fourth prince... he is no longer seen as a shadow.
But he also did not seek the throne.
Because he chose another path.
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The Institute
On the outskirts of the city, among the trees, a small institute was built.
It doesn't have the name Yara.
It does not bear the name of the prince.
His name was only:
"House of Balance."
They don't study magic.
They don't talk about ghosts.
They teach the children:
• How they face their fear.
• How do they trust their intuition?
• How to defend the weak.
• How do they protect themselves without becoming aggressive.
The prince and Yara kept her abilities a secret.
Not a fear...
But protection.
He said to her one day, looking at the children training:
"If the world knew... it would try to own you."
I smiled softly.
"I'm not going to be anyone's weapon."
Therefore, even the ruling family knew nothing.
All they knew was that the fourth prince chose an ordinary girl...
And that didn't bother them.
He wasn't politically important.
And that was the best thing that happened to him.