Luna Janus Jayson, a senior high school student died in her classmates' bullying, abuse, and assault. She reincarnated in the world of Luminary as Princess Alessia Keren Endymion -a Princess that was betrayed by her own Kingdom and family. Luna is a person who came from a modern world was prophesied to possess an extraordinary power to bring the three Empires of Luminary as one and be an Empress of one Nation. But, before she could reach the sole throne that belongs to her, Luna would face a series of misfortunes, adventures, and betrayers. What will happen to Luna as Princess Alessia? How will her knowledge from the modern world help her create a new world for Luminarians? Will she be able to fulfill her prophecy?
View More"Why are we here?" Raizel finally spoke up, but his tone was tense with doubt, and he looked quickly back and forth between Alessia and the tall trees in the Velmor Forest. There wasn't much light coming through the thick forest above, but the long shadows that danced around them were scary. Alessia didn't seem to be scared. She knelt down and removed an object from her bag, resembling a flattened sphere with intricate carvings that emitted a faint glow. Without responding to Raizel's question, she carefully placed the object on the mossy ground. "Lady Alessia, please answer." Raizel's voice was strong, but it was clear that he was getting tense. Sirena, the other knight, softly spoke up and put her hand on Raizel's arm. "Be quiet, Raizel." She looked back at Alessia with her golden eyes. "She must have a reason." Raizel clenched his teeth and didn't say anything else. As he watched Alessia work, he felt more and more uneasy. She stood up and rubbed her hands against her coat.
"Please, Uncle! I need to go out," Alessia begged, her voice strong but full of desperation. She stood in Andro's office with her hands clasped together, as if she were praying to a god. With its dark wood furniture and shelves full of old books, the room had a sad vibe that made the mood even darker. Andro's serious face had a soft glow from the golden light of dusk that came in through the thick curtains. As Andro looked at her, he raised an eyebrow and curled his fingers under his chin. "Alessia, where do you really think you're going?" Even though his voice was cold, it was clear that he was worried. "The Endymion Empire," Alessia said, putting her back straight. "I need to check out what's going on there. I need to find out what's been going on since they declared me dead. I'll be hiding, so no one will be able to tell who I am. I promise!" Andro's face got darker. He got up and walked around the desk to face her directly. His tall frame made him look big. "After what happen
Alessia said to herself, "I really hope there's an easier way out of this next time," as she stumbled out of the ruins. Every step hurt her body. Even though her legs felt like lead and her vision was a little foggy, the cool evening air felt great on her. The sun was low in the sky, and its fiery colors made the distance look gold and red. Alessia opened her eyes and looked ahead. A vast ocean, teeming with breaking waves, crashed against the cliffside. She whispered, "Beautiful." She limps to a nearby rock that looked like a temple section and falls. She didn't care that the hard surface didn't help her pain much. As she looked out at the sea, the sunset played in her tired eyes. A peculiar sensation in her chest halted her movement. The sword she had just bought, the Blade of Lumina, started to shimmer with light all of a sudden. Before she could do anything, the blade broke up into glowing bits that rushed into her body and sent a warm, soothing pulse through her veins. "Wh
"I'm really sick of this..." Alessia mumbled something under her breath as she slouched against the rough rock wall that was blocking her way to the Vorgath. She furiously rubbed her temples, her face contorted in rage. The other creature refused to surrender. Every time its huge body hit something, the rocks shook, sending shockwaves through the cave. "Great, really great. Could you not make this easy, please?" Alessia hissed at the trembling wall and glared through the cracks at the bright red eyes of the shadow snake. The animal hissed very loudly, and you could feel how angry it was. The rage of the Vorgath made the air feel colder and heavier. It was losing its cool, and she knew it would break through soon. "Okay. I get it. You're upset. I'm mad. Let's just get this over with," she said in a mean voice as she held her broken sword handle. She looked at the broken blade and sighed. "Facts. I find it difficult to hold my tool together. I'm going to make a real sword myself
"It's Vorgath!" Alessia shouted, her voice trembling but clear as she recognized the ancient terror slithering toward them. "Everyone, stay alert! Vorgath hides in shadows, striking before you even see it!" Her warning echoed around the damp stone walls, but most of her comrades looked as though they had just witnessed a nightmare made real. Gritting his teeth, Raizel cast a skeptical glance at her. "Why should we trust you, Endymion? You're just here to—" A sudden hiss cut him off. The air grew thick, as though drenched in poison, and an oily black liquid shot from the darkness, hitting one of their comrades square in the chest. The scream that followed was horrendous, echoing through the chamber as his flesh melted, leaving only bone behind. The others froze in sheer terror, staring as their fellow knight collapsed—a lifeless skeleton where a man had once stood. "Get it together!" Alessia yelled, snapping them out of their horror. "Vorgath's too fast for us to stand here paralyze
"Left," Alessia softly sighed, gently rubbing her temple as if it were the hundredth time. "I believe it would be best for us to choose the path on the left, Raizel. There appears to be a discrepancy with the path on the right." Raizel crossed her arms without bothering to glance her way. "Lady Alessia, the decision is not yours to make, whether it be right or left. I will consult the others," he mentioned casually, shifting his attention to the knights, seemingly unaffected by her words. Alessia discreetly tightened her jaw, suppressing a sigh while the skeptical knights looked her way. The flickering torchlight danced upon the damp walls of the ancient hallway, casting shadows that spread over the cracked stone. Troil observed from a short distance, his expression inscrutable. She wanted to speak with him, but he was busy organizing his own team, intent on finding a safe route ahead. As Raizel delved into discussions with his comrades, Troil made his way towards them, his eyes n
"Are you sure you're prepared for this, Lady Alessia?" Troil Testmi's voice was stern, but there was a trace of anxiety as he looked at her armor. "The Vasselgrove Ruins aren't a place for the unprepared." Alessia looked up from the delicate silver etching she was running her fingers over in her armor. She smiled reassuringly, but her fingers quivered slightly. "Sir Troil, I wouldn't have arrived if I wasn't prepared. My armor might not seem impressive to some, but..." She paused, not wanting to appear cocky. "I crafted it myself. It's stronger than it appears." As they reached the ruins, Alessia could hear low giggles from a few of the knights moving beside them. Raizel, one of the most doubtful, snickered as he examined her small armor, his tone condescending. Raizel remarked, "It appears she's donning paper armor. She's certain to face death before she even makes it to the entrance." Alessia maintained her poise and ignored Raizel's jabs. She was not here to prove herself t
"How could you be so reckless, Alessia?!" The sharp voice of her uncle snapped Alessia out of a hazy dream, pulling her from the darkness. She blinked her eyes open slowly, her body heavy with exhaustion. The ceiling above her was unfamiliar, the lavish drapery indicating that she was in one of the castle's private rooms. The pain in her body brought back memories of the explosion of her luminous light. "Uncle?" Alessia's voice was weak, but it was enough to silence the furious words coming from across the room. Duke Andro Carrios, standing near the door, immediately strode towards her, his face still a mask of frustration. "You're awake," he said, relief flickering in his emerald eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by anger. "How could you? Summoning your luminous without any guidance? Without anyone there to ensure your safety?" Alessia winced, both from the pain and the weight of his words. She hadn't realized how dangerous her actions had been. "I... I didn't know," she whi
"Fine. If no one wants to help me, I'll help myself," Alessia muttered under her breath as she walked down a narrow path behind her uncle's castle. The crisp air bit at her skin, but the cold was nothing compared to the icy stares she'd been receiving for days. The knights, the instructors assigned by her uncle—they all refused to look her in the eye. Their hostility was palpable, thickening the atmosphere like a storm waiting to break. She clutched the books she had taken from the library tightly in her arms, her heart heavy with disappointment, but she refused to let it break her spirit. Finding a small, secluded clearing beyond the castle's walls, Alessia exhaled deeply. The spot was quiet, peaceful. A place where no one would disturb her. Here, she could try to understand herself better. Try to become strong without needing anyone else. Sitting down on the cool grass, she placed the books in front of her and let her fingers trace the worn covers. "You're not like them," she w
Sadness. Regret. Hurt Pain. Betrayal. Those words came from a sixteen-year-old princess who fought a battle she should have won but instead was slashed in the back by her own family, comrades, and kingdom. Her nearly lifeless eyes were fixed on the night sky. It seems that even the sky is saddened by her feelings. It is deep, and only one star can be seen. 'The sacrifices I had made my entire life were in vain.' She uttered bitterly to herself. 'Those sacrifices I had made were paid for by betrayal,' she added. She was stabbed in the back not only once but three times. Betrayal was slashed three times on her back. A single tear escapes her eyes as she reminisces about the events and memories. All of that was a lie. All of that was false information that should be forgotten and buried underground. She was surrounded by the bodies of countless soldiers and knights from three empires. Her final resting place was a battlefield. The pungent smell of blood and decomposing corpse...
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