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candles, now nearly burnt out. Chantel's eyes were wide, her mind a whirlwind of fragmented memories piecing themselves back together. She remembered the love, the battl

to them." Time was of the essence, but they couldn't just rush into a trap. They needed allies, protection, and more information. Aiden knew of an old friend, Bastien, a sorcerer who had once fought alongside them against the very same dark forces they now faced again. Leaving Chantel in charge of fortifying the café with protective spells, Aiden ventured into the night, his steps swift and silent. He found Bastien in Harlem, in a small, hidden shop that sold magical artifacts. The reunion was swift, filled with the gravity of the situation rather than the joy of old friends meeting. "The Demon King," Bastien said, his face grave. "He's been gathering strength, waiting for an opportunity like this. Your children are his key to power." With Bastien's help, they planned their move. He provided them with amulets that would shield them from dark magic and a map, enchanted to show the safest path to their children. But they knew this journey would not be straightforward. Back at the café, Chantel had transformed the space into a sanctuary, with protective runes and wards. She was ready, her magic once again flowing through her veins like it had in the old days, but now with the added strength of their love rekindled. The next day, under the guise of a business trip, they boarded a plane to Europe. The flight was tense, each moment filled with preparation and whispered plans. Upon landing, they immediately felt the pull of dark magic, a sign that they were getting closer to the heart of danger. The castle was nestled in the Carpathians, its silhouette against the twilight sky more ominous than any story could convey. They approached under a veil of invisibility Bastien had cast upon them. Inside, the air was cold, heavy with the stench of dark enchantments. They found their children, now grown, in a dungeon, their magic bound by chains of dark energy. The reunion was emotional, filled with tears and whispers of apolo