The night air was cool and silent, and in the soft darkness of her room, Kira stirred lightly. Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks as a faint sigh escaped her lips. Her dream had faded like mist, leaving only a whisper of warmth behind.
"I knew you'd come back" she spoke half asleep as she hugged KevinKevin stood silently with panick not knowing what to do, but he relaxed after he found out she was half asleep. She wasn't fully conscious, he didn't move but stayed beside her bed, watching her with eyes full of conflict. As she relaxed once more into sleep, he gently pulled the covers over her shoulders and tucked her in carefully, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face."I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible, "You deserve more than this... more than me."With one last look, Kevin stepped back, opened the window, and leapt into the night.Outside, the wind greeted hMORNING IN COLD VALLEY TOWN.....The bustling market buzzed with voices, the clanging of pots, and the aroma of spices hanging thick in the summer air. Kira walked through the crowd, scanning each corner until she spotted Sara, who stood near a fruit stall haggling with the vendor. “Sara!” Kira called, weaving her way toward her friend. Sara turned, surprised. “Kira? What are you doing here this early?” Kira didn’t waste time. She grabbed Sara by the wrist and pulled her a few steps away from the crowd. Her expression was sharp, her eyes brimming with urgency.“Woah! Slow down, what's the matter?” Sara asked as she was being pulled by Kira. “He came to my room last night,” Kira said in a hushed tone. Sara blinked. “He! Who are you talking about here?” “Kai.” Sara stared at her as if trying to compute what she had
The night air was cool and silent, and in the soft darkness of her room, Kira stirred lightly. Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks as a faint sigh escaped her lips. Her dream had faded like mist, leaving only a whisper of warmth behind."I knew you'd come back" she spoke half asleep as she hugged KevinKevin stood silently with panick not knowing what to do, but he relaxed after he found out she was half asleep. She wasn't fully conscious, he didn't move but stayed beside her bed, watching her with eyes full of conflict. As she relaxed once more into sleep, he gently pulled the covers over her shoulders and tucked her in carefully, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face."I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible, "You deserve more than this... more than me."With one last look, Kevin stepped back, opened the window, and leapt into the night.Outside, the wind greeted h
CASTIEL RESIDENCE, ARVENDALE....That night in Arvendale the rain tapped softly against the tall windows of the Castiel estate, threading down the glass like tears from the sky. The air inside the grand hall was still, heavy with memories and longing. The scent of damp stone and burning firewood lingered like a ghost.Duke Castiel stood unmoving by the hearth, the fire’s soft crackling offering little comfort. Shadows danced along the stone walls behind him as if echoing the unrest in his heart. His broad shoulders were tense beneath his cloak, his jaw set, blue eyes focused on the glowing embers like they held answers he couldn’t reach.Behind him, Duchess Lilith sat curled on the long velvet settee. Her fingers gently traced the edge of the photo album on her lap, the one retrieved from Mr. Fisher’s house a few weeks ago. Her eyes were glassy, haunted. Haunted by the longing of wanting to hold her daughter.“She had this bracelet even back then,” she whispered, tracing the photo of
Back in the royal palace in Arvendale….The wind blew gently across the balcony of the royal chambers, brushing against Damian’s dark curls as he stood still, lost in a whirlpool of thoughts. His golden eyes stared ahead at the mountains, yet they saw none of it. His mind was elsewhere, drawn to the mysterious dreams that had plagued his nights since he woke up.A girl.Always by the stream.Her laughter echoed like wind chimes in his ears. Gentle, carefree. Yet her face remained veiled in light, her voice muted like whispers caught between worlds. In another vision, he was at a lake, sitting on a bench beside her, her hand in his, though he could never grasp her features. Only warmth. Only peace. Only familiarity that clawed at his soul.He exhaled sharply.“Why can't I remember anything…” he muttered, frustration deepening the furrow between his brows.Arms suddenly slid around his waist, warm and tight. The scent of roses and something sweet manufactured wrapped around him.“Damian
They arrived at the outer edge of Hasteria late in the evening, the land veiled in soft golden light. The guards welcomed them respectfully and led them to a stunning, secluded bungalow nestled in a grove of glowing trees. Everything was peaceful, but Alison’s heart was anything but.“You need to rest, the maids will take you to your room” Kevin said“Okay, goodnight”“Goodnight luna”Inside her room, Alison stood before the mirror. She touched her silver hair and stared deeply into her silver eyes. Her fingers brushed over the moon bracelet she’d worn since childhood, the same one she had when Mr. Fisher found her. She looked at the ring on her finger, the one Damian gave her and clenched her fist softly.“Who am I? Why my dad? Where's Damian?. I need all the answers to my questions” she whispered to her reflection. “I just want the truth and payback.”She slipped under the covers, her thoughts spiraling until sleep finally took her.*****The next morning, Alison woke early. She bat
Damian's POVDarkness clawed at his consciousness, dragging him into a place that felt neither alive nor dead.He floated.Whispers swirled around him. A faint, melodic laughter echoed—soft, innocent, and full of life. A girl… laughing. He tried to see her face, but everything was a blur. Colors bled into one another like a smeared painting—there was a stream, crystal blue and serene. Then… a sharp turn—he heard fighting, chaos erupting in the distance, voices shouting, the clang of magic and metal… but the faces were hidden. Like ghosts behind frosted glass. The name moonlight echoed in his mind."Betha…" he whispered into the void.There was warmth.Light.His eyes fluttered open.A pair of forest-green eyes stared at him intently. Betha was seated beside him, her hands clutching his. Her breath caught as his gaze found hers.“Damian,” she whispered, relief flooding her voice. “You’re awake.”He blinked, slowly adjusting to the room—the scent of disinfectant, the white walls, the so