Take A Chance With Me

They explored the desolated cold kingdom. Elysia cast a spell to keep them warm. Elysia found many things in the kingdom. Artifacts similar to what they had, they took a rest in that palace for a while without the reformed elves back yet. They spent about 2 days training there, she wore the artifacts on Calia and Orion, Orion focused more on defense, Calia on healing and Elysia on attack.

For two days, Elysia, Orion, and Calia focused entirely on their training within the abandoned palace. The bitter cold of the kingdom was relentless, but with Elysia’s warming spell, they managed to endure it. The artifacts they had found were unlike anything they had ever used before, enhancing their abilities in ways they had never imagined.

Orion, always the shield of their group, dedicated himself to mastering the defensive properties of his artifact. It reinforced his armor, making him nearly impenetrable, and granted him the ability to conjure protective barriers strong enough to withstand even the harshest of attacks.

Calia, ever resourceful, delved into the artifact’s healing magic. With just a touch, she could mend wounds in an instant, feeling the magic flow through her like a river of warmth. She also discovered that her arrows, now enhanced with the artifact’s energy, could temporarily stun opponents rather than just injure them—a skill that would surely prove useful.

Elysia, however, embraced the offensive capabilities of her artifact. Each swing of her sword felt lighter, faster, deadlier. With every spell she cast, the artifact amplified her power, making her attacks more precise and destructive. She learned to manipulate fire and ice, summoning bursts of flame and freezing winds at will.

Their training was exhausting, but it was necessary. They knew that once the reformed elves returned, there would be no room for hesitation. They had to be stronger. Faster. Ready.

Calia let out a sigh of relief as Elysia finally stopped pushing herself. “You’re getting reckless,” she muttered, crossing her arms as she watched Orion tuck the artifact safely away.

Orion shook his head. “She’s always like this. She thinks if she pushes herself hard enough, she’ll be invincible.” He glanced down at Elysia, who was now curled up beside Nova. The dragon had shrunk considerably as the potion’s effects faded, but he was still big enough to wrap his tail around her protectively.

Calia sat down beside them, rubbing her sore shoulders. “She just doesn’t want to lose. Not again.” Her voice was softer this time.

Orion didn’t respond immediately. He simply watched as Elysia’s breathing slowed, exhaustion finally catching up to her. “I know,” he said at last, his tone unusually gentle. “That’s why we have to look out for her—even if it means forcing her to stop.”

Calia chuckled quietly. “Well, at least Nova’s keeping her in check.” She reached out to stroke the dragon’s shimmering scales. “You better make sure she actually sleeps, little prince.”

Nova let out a soft rumble, resting his head over Elysia’s arm.

Orion sighed, leaning back against the cold stone wall. “We’ll give her a few hours. Then it’s back to work.”

Calia nodded. “Agreed. But next time, you’re the one taking the artifact from her.”

Orion scoffed. “Like hell I am. I don’t want to die young.”

Calia chuckled, and for a brief moment, the tension of their situation eased.

Elysia blinked the sleep out of her eyes, her mind still groggy as she registered the loud thud. She quickly sat up, her hand instinctively reaching for the dagger beneath her pillow. Orion and Calia were still stirring awake, but what caught her attention was the figure on the floor.