LOGIN"You will inhabit a new persona. You will live as an honest and powerful being. You'll be the key to tranquility in the Luminary!"
"You have nothing to fear. Wherever you are, I will protect and guide you. Claim that body that is yours. Make your second life meaningful!" "Keep in mind that you will be the means to unite the kingdom." "Luna Janus Jayson, I brought your soul here to give you a second chance in life. You'll be staying here to fight for your life and what's right. You will be strong. You will be Princess Alessia Keren Endymion, Luminary's future ruler! I, Goddess Nova, the creator of Luminary, command you, and I bestow my blessings upon you!" The girl gasped when she woke up, as if she had come from a deep sleep. She blew out and inhaled a few more times before her breathing was normal. The girl sighed as she found herself with no injuries on her face. "Thankfully, my face is fine; I really thought Mendez had killed me." She said to herself. She once again expelled air in gratitude; however, this was the extent of her response upon observing the surface on which he was lying. Luna was absolutely sure that there was nothing like this in their home! Her parents were gamblers and drunkards. They can never afford this luxury! Luna noticed her own body resting on an opulent bed, adorned with an expensive bed cover and blanket. It's only now that she finds herself in this bed. It was very soft and felt like cotton. The girl swallowed, realizing that this was not the only luxury she was observing as she tried to move her eyes around. "Holy shit!" The girl exclaimed. 'I think I am dreaming!' Luna rubbed her eyes, thinking it was just a dream. She had never seen such things before. The whole room she was in just screamed wealth. This room will feature expensive furniture and vases. The bed she slept in was the size of a whole house. The entire room screamed of gold and shiny things. The chandelier was adorned with diamonds, and even the doorknob was made of gold. She didn't know if it was real gold or not. She slapped herself several times. "Looks like you're still dreaming, Luna." She muttered to herself again. Luna slapped herself hard. She was both hurt and surprised by what had happened. All this is not a dream but reality. The room she was in was real and not a joke. The entire room was equal to four houses back then. She rose from the bed and attempted to stand, but her efforts were thwarted when he noticed the mirror on her left side. Luna's eyes widened. She stood up and quickly approached the mirror. She looked around. "T-This is me?" Luna stammered to herself. The girl stood staring at herself in the mirror. "No! It's not me!" The girl spoke to herself in a panic. She squeezed herself multiple times. She couldn't believe that the person in front of her was actually herself. This person simply possesses a beautiful and authoritative body, unlike her own. Luna sat down weakly. Her body had previously been fragile and weak. Although she has numerous pimples on her face, the individual in the mirror is undeniably beautiful and goddess-like. Her nose is shaped, her lips are red, and her black eyes seem to absorb anyone who stares at them. Her hair is simply amazing. It is red in color, and the girl knows that it is not a chemical dye. Her hair has a natural red color. It is the color of courage and strength. This color's hair belongs to the body's owner, not Luna. The girl ruffled her hair. She is frustrated. "This isn't me. What's happening to me?" Because she was really messed up, she asked herself. It seems her memories are still blurry and hazy. Luna saw herself lying in a bed that wasn't hers, and she recognized herself in a body that wasn't hers. Who wouldn't be confused, scared and apprehensive in these times? She forced herself to remember everything. Then something happened to her. When she died at the hands of her bullies, someone stole her soul. Luna became aware of her death at that moment. She died because of his classmates. They killed her. Her soul was taken by a being that she only saw as a light. While floating in the clouds, she stood in front of the light. She saw herself as a lifeless body. "Do you want to live again?" The light asked her. Luna didn't answer, but looked at her lifeless body. Poor Luna lost her life forever. "What do you mean?" Luna asked back to the light. At first she was afraid of the light, but when she felt its warmth, she felt comfortable and relieved. "Do you want to live fighting? Do you want to live without being mocked? Do you want to live with the power to defend yourself?" A very sweet and cold voice spoke. It's just wonderful to hear. Luna was confused. She does not know what to say and do. Is this a prank? "I'm not kidding, Luna. I want you to live again, but not in this world. I want you to have another chance to live and defend yourself. I want you to live like someone who will fulfill the prophecy in another world. I saw your suffering in this world, so I want to give you two choices," the voice of light told her honestly. "Your first choice is to die forever without doing anything for yourself. The second is to live in another body, but you have to struggle through things to fulfill the prophecy I bestowed." The light additionally voiced explanation. Luna's mouth opened and closed. She understands what the light is saying, but why is she still among all the dead? "I chose you because I see you as honest and wise. I chose you because I know you care about the weak and the poor. I chose you because I am confident in your ability to do what is right." Said the voice that read her thoughts. Luna didn't speak. She is wise and weighs what the light says. This light doesn't belong in this world. This world is different from the one to which she belongs. She understood that her desires were not compatible with the world in which he died. Luna stared at the light. She couldn't discern any negative aspects in the light's reflection, particularly given that her body was merely a frigid object beneath her feet, receiving no attention from others. "Will I be useful in the world you bring me to?" She asked. "You aren't not only useful. You'll be a great person in that world. I will make sure of that." Luna smiled at the voice's words. "Then I agree." No doubt, the girl said. In this world, she has nothing but sorrow to return to. Luna agreed, knowing she had no chance in this world. She will not be given a second chance to become a righteous person in this world. The girl sees the light coming towards her. She was surprised by what enveloped her entire soul. The light hugged her. Luna felt the heat coming from it. Heat full of rights and cleanliness. "In that case, you, Luna Janus Jayson, are rewarded with the opportunity to live again in the person of Princess Alessia Keren Endymion. I reward you for living again in the form of Princess Alessia Keren Endymion. You, whom I have chosen, will be my representative in the new world you will live in. You will enforce peace in the entire world of Luminary. I am Nova; the creator of Luminary promises that the souls of Luna Janus and Alessia Keren will find their desired dreams." The light was filled with authority, and Luna realized she was speaking to the gods who had placed their trust in her. The young woman was no longer surprised; she just closed her eyes, and all the memories of the body that she would become came into her mind. All of those painful memories entered her mind. Luna concluded that the body she will be inhabiting is identical to her own. The goddess was completely right in choosing her. "Remember, Luna, that everything you will experience in Luminary is just part of your test. Don't ever be discouraged because you are different in this world than in the world you belonged to before. There is no short cut to any dream; you will take the harder and longer road." When the Goddess said that, Luna was completely engulfed in light, and everything Alessia desired would become her dream to achieve.“Come now, Princess—show me more.” Ravion’s voice echoed through the arena, smooth and taunting, as he dragged his foot across the luminous floor. His blade glinted—a curved Noctis weapon forged from shadowsteel, shimmering like a trapped storm.Alessia didn’t flinch. Her Dual Essence flickered around her—soft silver waves, breath-like, alive. She inhaled, slow and steady. She didn’t want to be negligible this time. “Alright,” she whispered back. “I will.”The crowd roared. Solaris cheered. Lunaris murmured in awe. Noctis hissed, sensing danger. They knew even if Alessia is young, they saw how determined she is. Kael stood on the sidelines, unmoving, but his fingers dug into the barrier so tightly small cracks formed along his glove.Ianthe folded her arms. “Now this will be interesting.”Eryx leaned forward against the rail. “Come on, Alessia!” He cheered. Seraphine held a handkerchief to her mouth. Exaggerated as usual. “Don’t die! Don’t die, pretty please!” Then—everything expl
“Princess Alessia Keren Endymion—your presence is required in the Arena.” The voice boomed through the corridors of the Conclave Citadel like rolling thunder.Alessia jolted awake, breath catching, heart thundering violently.For a moment she forgot where she was—forgot the looming trials, forgot the endless sky beneath the floating Citadel—but then the realization hit her like cold water.Today is the Trial of Strength. Today she faces Ravion.Seraphine burst into the room so fast she tripped over her own feet.“Princess Alessia, wake up. It’s time! Oh’ stars!”Eryx stood behind her, looking pale but determined. “Don’t panic.”“I’m trying but panic is my default!” Seraphine wailed.Ianthe entered with a silver comb and a cloak draped over her arm. “Control yourselves, all of you. She must be calm.”Kael was already in the corner of the room. He was quiet. Watching over her since dawn.His mask was on, pristine and unreadable, but the tension in his shoulders told her enough—he had no
“I can’t sleep.” Alessia whispered it into the dimly lit chamber long after midnight, though she wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular. The Conclave guest quarters were luxurious—gold-paneled walls, floating lanterns, and a bed carved from Solaris crystal—but not even the softest pillows or warmest blankets could quiet her mind.Tomorrow morning, she would stand in the Trial Arena. She would face Ravion Vesper Noctis. She would be watched by three empires.She sat at the window seat, staring at the swirling rings of luminous energy outside—the Citadel’s notorious night sky, a maze of shifting colors and flickering constellations.A soft knock sounded at her door.“Alessia.” Kael’s voice.She exhaled, suddenly grateful.“Come in,” she whispered.The door opened silently. Kael stepped inside, closing it behind him. His mask was off—rare—and the dim lantern light illuminated the dark tattoos beneath his left eye, faint marks of the Shadow Guard.His hair was slightly tousled, as if he
“We’re approaching the Citadel!” Eryx shouted it from the helm as the Dawnstar broke through a thick curtain of clouds, its golden hull vibrating with light. Alessia rushed to the window, Seraphine stumbling behind her with a half-eaten pastry clutched in her hand.What she saw stole her breath. Floating above a colossal crater—held aloft by ancient luminous currents—stood the Triumvernal Citadel.Silver bridges arched off its perimeter like the spokes of a sun.Three colossal towers spiraled upward, each representing an empire.Solaris Tower: bright gold and white, shining like a sunrise.Lunaris Tower: shimmering silver with endless glowing runes.Noctis Tower: dark violet stone wrapped in drifting shadow.Hovering above them, suspended by pure luminous force, was the Conclave Arena, a circular platform surrounded by rings of floating sigils.Seraphine pressed her face to the glass. “There’s a floating arena! This is so wrong!”Eryx grinned. “You’ll get used to it.”“No, I won’t,” S
“I can’t believe we’re actually going.” Seraphine said it while clutching two overstuffed bags and a pillow shaped like a crescent moon. She looked like she was either about to faint or aggressively redecorate the royal airship.Eryx sighed. “Seraphine, put half of that back. We’re traveling to the Conclave, not on vacation.”Seraphine hugged her pillow tighter. “You don’t understand—Princess Alessia needs comfort items, pillows, snacks, emergency sparklers, and emotional support pastries—”Kael walked past her without glancing. “She needs none of that.”Seraphine gasped. “How dare you say that, Kael!”Ariadne’s voice cut across the loading platform. “Enough chatter. Get everything secured. We depart in twenty minutes.”The Solaris royal airship, the Dawnstar, stood on the highest dock, its golden hull gleaming in the early morning light. Runes glowed along its sides. The wind hummed through its sails, each woven with luminous threads.Alessia stood at the edge of the platform, her cl
“Finally, we’re here,” Alessia muttered under her breath as her gaze swept over the bustling streets of Jasperhearth. The city was alive with color and sound, a stark contrast to the quiet, forested paths they had traversed. The cobblestone streets shimmered faintly under the afternoon sun, polished smooth by the steps of countless visitors. Buildings crafted from warm, honey-colored stone rose in elegant tiers, adorned with hanging flower baskets that overflowed with vibrant blossoms. “It’s more beautiful than I imagined,” Sirena said softly, her violet eyes reflecting the golden light of the setting sun. Raizel, ever the skeptic, crossed his arms. “Well, at least it doesn’t reek of smoke and sweat like some of the other cities we’ve been to. I’ll give it that much.”Sirena smirked, nudging him with her elbow. “Look at you, sounding impressed for once. What’s next? You’ll start skipping in joy?”“Shut it,” Raizel retorted, rolling his eyes. But even his sharp tone couldn’t hide th







