espite the constant presence of Elara by his side, he couldn't shake the feeling of being alone in this. The weight of his family's legacy

help you, but you must choose to accept their gui

cient times. The roses, with their enchanting fragrance and delicate beauty, were hiding something-something that could break the curse, but only

rea of the garden that had always been hidden from view, tucked behind a veil of ivy and vines. The roses here were different from the others-bigger, wilder, an

ins," Elara said, her

palpable in the air, something charged with energy. The roses here

oice hushed, as though speaking too l

"The place where the magic is the strongest. The r

source of the curse. It was as if all his questions, all

s vision blurred. For a brief moment, he saw flashes of movement-his ancestors, gathering in the garden, performing an ancient ritual. The images were fragmented, but they

ickly as it had come

in quick gasps. His heart pounded in his ch

ice trembling, "what was t

he past, Alistair. The moment when the curse was created. The ritual that bou

isbelief. "What do you mean? What is this ri

at you are. You've witnessed a fragment of the ritual-the binding of your family's bloodline to the garden, to the roses. Yo

y, his bloodline, had been chosen to protect something. Bu

slowly, as the pieces began to fall into place. "They're part

dline bound to the garden, to ensure that no one could ever use the magic for their own gain. But t

n just a place of magic-it was a vault, hiding something ancient

voice barely above a whisp

"I can't say for certain. But I believe the roses are a part of the key. Th

s was beyond anything he had imagined. His ancestors had performed a ritual to protect something powerful, and now,

now if I can do this. I don't know if I'm strong

r. The roses have chosen you for a reason. They are guiding you, just as they guided your ancestors. You have the

. He had no choice now. The curse, the roses, the garden-they were all par

hrough him, to fill him with its energy. The vision returned, stronger this time. He saw the ritual again, but this time, the faces of the figures were clea

e, the vision shattered, le

re's more. I saw it-the thing they were

ve. "No. It's something far more powerf