NOVEL WEB Chapter 17: Chapter 17
Chapter 17: A Strange Flight
The Quidditch season at Hogwarts was in full swing, and Elara found herself caught between the thrill of the game and the growing urgency of her quest. The whispers continued to guide her, revealing fragments of the prophecy and hinting at the location of the hidden artifact. But the shadow figure was also growing bolder, its presence felt in the increasing number of strange occurrences plaguing the castle.
Elara's role as a Chaser on the Ravenclaw team had become a source of both joy and anxiety. She loved the freedom of flight, the camaraderie of her teammates, and the excitement of the game. But she also knew that her time on the pitch was limited, that her true destiny lay beyond the Quidditch field, in the realm of magic and mystery.
During one particularly intense practice session, as the Ravenclaw team was preparing for their upcoming match against Gryffindor, Elara experienced a strange and unsettling event. She was soaring high above the pitch, chasing the Snitch, when she suddenly felt a surge of energy, a powerful force that seemed to emanate from the whispers themselves.
The whispers, usually a chorus of voices, merged into a single, clear message, a command that echoed in her mind: "Fly higher."
Elara, instinctively trusting the whispers' guidance, urged her broom higher, ascending above the other players, above the stands, until she was hovering near the clouds. The wind whipped through her hair, and the ground below seemed miles away.
As she flew higher, she felt a strange sensation, a feeling of lightness, as if she was no longer bound by gravity. Her broom responded to her thoughts, moving effortlessly, gliding through the air with a grace she had never experienced before.
She looked down and saw that the other players had stopped, their faces turned upwards, watching her in awe and confusion. Even the Gryffindor team, who were practicing on the other side of the pitch, had paused to observe her strange flight.
Elara felt a sense of disorientation, as if she was no longer fully in control of her broom. It was moving on its own, guided by an unseen force. She tried to steer it, to descend, but her commands were ignored.
The whispers grew louder, filling her mind with images, visions of the past, glimpses of the future. She saw the hidden chamber, the artifact, the shadow figure. She saw herself, wielding immense power, facing a great darkness.
Suddenly, her broom began to glow, emitting a bright, ethereal light. The other players gasped, their voices reaching her faintly from below. Elara felt a surge of panic. She didn't understand what was happening, but she knew that it was something extraordinary, something potentially dangerous.
The glowing intensified, and Elara felt a tingling sensation throughout her body, as if her magic was merging with the magic of the broom. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the force that was guiding her.
She felt herself being pulled forward, accelerating at an incredible speed. She opened her eyes and saw that she was flying towards the Forbidden Forest, the dark, mysterious woods that bordered the Hogwarts grounds.
She tried to stop, to turn back, but her broom was unresponsive. She was being drawn towards the forest, towards an unknown destination.
The whispers grew louder, more insistent, guiding her, urging her forward. Elara felt a sense of both fear and excitement. She was being led into the unknown, towards a destiny she couldn't yet comprehend.
As she approached the edge of the forest, she saw a clearing, a hidden grove bathed in an eerie, green light. Her broom descended, landing gently in the center of the grove.
Elara dismounted, her legs slightly shaky. She looked around, her wand raised, ready for anything. The grove was silent, the only sound the rustling of leaves in the wind.
She felt a presence, a powerful, unseen force that permeated the air. She knew that she was in a place of magic, a place connected to the Weaver, a place where her destiny would be revealed.
The whispers faded, replaced by a sense of anticipation, a feeling that something momentous was about to happen. Elara Blackwood, the child of the prophecy, had arrived at the threshold of her destiny. The strange flight had led her here, to this hidden grove, where the secrets of the Weaver and the prophecy would be unveiled. She was ready to face whatever lay ahead, to embrace her destiny, and to confront the darkness that threatened the wizarding world.