I watched them vanish into the stream of time my children, my heart, my reason for becoming Queen. They didn't cry. They didn’t hesitate. They walked into the unknown with the kind of courage only born of love. But as the light closed behind them, I felt something fracture inside me. Not from fear. Not even from grief. From the knowledge that in the future they must build… there might be no place left for me. To save everything, my children must rewrite what was. And in doing so, they may erase the mother who fought to bring them here.Just as the Custodian rolled open the scroll, the air fractured like glass and two familiar figures stepped through.Seraphina’s eyes burned with starlight, and Alexander’s hands crackled with the golden fire of time-forged power.“The timelines called us back,” Seraphina said. “Even in training, we felt you break. We’re not done yet.”It began with a tremor in the threads of time, a whisper through the Custodians' scrolls, echoing in dream and prophec
The sky didn’t crack. It folded soundlessly, as if the heavens themselves bowed to what now entered our world.The shimmering veil between present and possibility rippled outward, and from that tear stepped three figures impossibly still, cloaked in robes that moved like galaxies in motion. One blinked, and I saw stars born in their eyes. Another shifted their stance, and the sun dimmed behind clouds that hadn’t been there seconds before.Time was no longer linear. It had bent to them.Seraphina stood at my side, her grip tight on the hilt of her blade, though her eyes betrayed more curiosity than fear. Alexander stood rooted, fire flickering from his fingertips, not in aggression, but instinct as if his body already knew what was coming.I placed a steadying hand on both of them. My heart raced like it hadn’t since the first war. But this wasn’t a battle. This was a reckoning.The tallest of the travelers stepped forward, their face hidden beneath a veil of mist, their voice entering
He stood beneath the silverheart tree in the Hollowshade courtyard, his form no longer childlike. Silver robes flowed around him like liquid light. The air trembled with his presence. My spirit child, born of love and loss, now looked back at me with eyes that reflected galaxies."Mother," he said, voice deepened, unwavering. "I have made my decision. I will reshape this world through harmony. No more conflict. No more division. I will create balance."My heart twisted. Pride. Fear. Wonder. All at once. "Kai... you don’t need to bear this alone."He smiled faintly. "It is not a burden. It is my nature."Seraphina stood behind me, arms crossed, concern etched across her face. Alexander paced, flames licking at his palms."He’s talking about rewriting reality," Alexander muttered. "That’s not balanced. That’s control."Kai Jr. looked at them gently. "No. It is healing. You see boundaries. I see potential."I wanted to cradle him, protect him from the very power surging through his veins
It started as whispers. Then isolated incidents. A human child in New Zealand manipulating wind. A farmer in Morocco whose crops bloomed overnight in winter. A soldier in Ukraine who walked away from an explosion without a scratch.The reports flooded in."They're awakening," Celeste said one morning, her expression unreadable.I stood at the edge of the mirror-pool, watching a vision of a young girl surrounded by floating stones. Her eyes glowed violet."Humans? With magic?""Not learned. Not given," she whispered. "Born. Or... triggered."Triggered. By what?We ran hundreds of tests. Cross-referenced realms, energies, bloodlines. The conclusion was both exhilarating and terrifying:Proximity to supernatural beings was causing an evolutionary leap.Not all humans. But some. Those with latent potential. Something dormant being coaxed awake.This was the new world Kai and I had shaped, especially now that Kai Jr. had already been born, his presence a beacon in both magical and human wo
For centuries, the supernatural and human worlds existed like two parallel rivers, close enough to feel the current of each other’s presence but never allowed to cross. That separation was no longer sustainable. Not after what the world had witnessed. The veil was thinning, not just between realms, but between identities.A diplomatic envoy from the Unified Human Nations requested an audience.They had seen the skies fracture. They had seen dragons soar and energy ripple across satellites. Governments panicked. Then, they adapted. Now, they reached out.I stood before the council table, surrounded by my advisors Celeste, Marcus, the fae high priestess Nyara, and two vampire lords who had taken on ambassadorial roles. My children sat beside me, their eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and caution."They want you, Luna," Marcus said. "You, not just as queen, but as the face of every supernatural being."The thought terrified me more than any war. Representing werewolves alone had bee
It began subtly time shifting in the nursery. Toys that hadn’t yet been crafted appeared in the crib. The stars outside the window danced in unfamiliar patterns. And my youngest child, Kai Jr., stared into realms I couldn’t see, blinking as if remembering lifetimes they hadn’t lived.At only a few weeks old, my spirit-born child had already aged months. His growth, like his power, was unbound by mortal rules. Seraphina once caught him levitating and folding time so that her broken music box replayed lullabies from our youth. Alexander whispered to me, shaken, that the child could call forth echoes of people who had died centuries ago."He sees what we can’t," Alexander said. "He remembers what hasn’t even happened yet."Motherhood, even for twins who could summon storms and fire, hadn’t prepared me for this.I began sleeping less, watching Kai Jr. in those impossible moments where the world would pulse, and for a heartbeat, all things became transparent history, fate, possibility.Ye