Mag-log inLyra couldn’t move.The stranger stood at the bottom of the staircase, watching her with eyes that looked painfully familiar.Alaric stared at him.“No…”Caelan stepped forward.“That’s impossible.”The young man smiled faintly.“You said the same thing twenty-one years ago.”Lyra looked at her father.“Who is he?”Alaric didn’t answer.“Father?”His voice finally broke.“His name is Elias.”Lyra’s heart raced.“Elias?”Alaric nodded.“Your younger brother.”The words echoed through the chamber.Lyra stared at Elias.“You were born before me?”“No,” Elias said quietly. “After you.”She frowned.“But I’m twenty-one.”“So am I.”Karl looked confused.“How can two people be born after each other and be the same age?”Elias looked toward the Heart Chamber.“Because we weren’t born in the same year.”Everyone went silent.Lyra’s mother had said he was her brother.But something about his words felt wrong.Elias continued.“I was born twenty-one years before you.”Lyra’s eyes widened.“What
Nobody moved.King Alaric stood in the doorway.A black crown rested on his head.It looked ancient, older than Lunaris itself. Dark lines ran across its surface like cracks in stone, and a faint red glow pulsed from the center.Lyra stared at her father.“No…”Alaric lowered his eyes.“I didn’t want you to find out this way.”Karl stepped in front of Lyra.“Take that crown off.”Alaric looked at him.“You don’t understand what you’re asking.”Lucien raised his weapon.“Then explain.”Alaric slowly stepped into the chamber.“I am the bearer of the Blood Crown.”Lyra’s heart sank.“But you’re my father.”“I am.”“You were imprisoned for twenty-one years.”“Yes.”“You fought the Blood King.”“Yes.”Lyra’s voice trembled.“Then why are you wearing his crown?”Alaric looked toward the floor.“Because someone had to.”A silence followed.Master Thorne stepped forward.“The Blood Crown isn’t a symbol of the Blood King’s power.”Alaric nodded.“It is the prison.”Everyone stared at him.“The
Lyra opened her eyes.Silence surrounded her.There was no Karl.No Lucien.No Arnold.No palace.No Moon Throne.She was standing alone in a vast underground kingdom.The walls were covered in ancient symbols that glowed faintly beneath the darkness.Lyra looked down.Her hands were trembling.“Karl?”Her voice echoed.No answer.She turned around.Nothing.Then she heard footsteps.Slow.Heavy.Approaching from somewhere beyond the darkness.Lyra stepped backward.“Who’s there?”A figure emerged.Lyra froze.It was a woman.Long dark hair.Silver eyes.A crescent-shaped mark on her forehead.Lyra recognized her immediately.The woman from the portrait.Her mother.“Mother?”The woman smiled sadly.“My little moon.”Lyra’s eyes filled with tears.She rushed toward her—but stopped when she realized the woman was only a spirit.“You’re alive?”“Some part of me is.”Lyra’s voice shook.“Where are you?”Her mother looked toward the darkness.“Somewhere between this world and the next.”
Nobody moved.Caelan stood beneath the ancient doorway, the second silver pendant hanging from his hand.Lyra stared at him.Her mind raced.“You.”Caelan’s expression softened.“Yes.”Karl stepped in front of Lyra.“What did you do to her?”Caelan looked at him.“I protected her.”Lucien’s voice was cold.“By lying to everyone?”“By lying to everyone who wanted to use her.”Caelan slowly walked forward.Alaric raised his hand.“Stop.”Caelan looked at his older brother.“You still think you understand what happened that night?”Alaric’s jaw tightened.“I remember enough.”“No,” Caelan replied. “You remember what I allowed you to remember.”The room went silent.Lyra looked between the brothers.“Tell me the truth.”Caelan looked at her for a long moment.Then he placed the silver pendant on the floor.“You were born twenty-one years ago beneath the Moon Throne.”Lyra frowned.“I know that.”“No.”Caelan shook his head.“You were born inside the Heart Chamber.”Lyra’s eyes widened.“T
The chamber fell silent.King Orion stood at the entrance of the final chamber, his ancient royal robes moving slightly in the cold wind that seemed to come from nowhere.His crimson eyes rested on Lyra.“You’ve finally come home.”Lyra tightened her grip around the silver pendant her mother had given her.She could feel the Heart of the Moon beating inside her.Not loudly.Not painfully.But steadily.Like something ancient had finally recognized its owner.Karl stepped closer to Lyra.“Stay behind me.”Lyra shook her head.“No.”Karl looked at her.“This isn’t the time to prove you can face everything alone.”“I’m not alone,” Lyra replied quietly.Her eyes moved across the chamber.Karl.Lucien.Arnold.Adrian.Caelan.Alaric.Even Master Thorne stood behind her.For the first time, Lyra understood something.Being queen didn’t mean standing above everyone.It meant standing with them.Orion smiled.“You’re beginning to understand.”Lucien immediately raised his weapon.“Don’t liste
The voice echoed through the fortress.“My little moon…”Lyra couldn’t move.She knew that voice.It was softer than she remembered, but unmistakably familiar.“Mother?”Alaric closed his eyes.Karl looked at him.“You knew she was alive.”Alaric didn’t answer.Lyra turned toward her father.“You knew?”“I knew she survived the fall of Lunaris.”Lyra’s voice trembled.“Then why didn’t you tell me?”“Because I didn’t know where she was.”“You’re my father.”“I know.”“How could you keep this from me?”Alaric looked at her with regret.“Because everyone who searched for your mother disappeared.”Lyra’s anger faded into fear.“Who took her?”Alaric looked toward the dark corridor.“The person who created the Blood King.”A sudden gust swept through the chamber.The torches flickered.Then a silver mist began gathering at the end of the corridor.A figure slowly emerged.A woman.Long silver hair.A pale blue gown.And eyes that looked exactly like Lyra’s.Lyra’s breath caught.“Mother…”







