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SEALED FATE Sanctuary of the Forgotten Moon
The sanctuary lay hidden beneath the silver pines and eternal mist of the Hollow Glade. Crystals thrummed low against the earth, ancient elven sigils embedded into the stone, pulsing in resonance with the blood that now flowed again through Alaric Vellaria Vaelthorne’s veins.He had not stirred since the fever overtook him.Until now.A slow breath escaped his lips. His fingers twitched against the silk sheets. Then—his eyes opened.Golden. Not the cold silver he was known for.But sun-touched gold, glowing faintly like fire trapped in ice.“Alaric…” came a soft voice.He turned his head slowly. The motion was stiff, painful. But he saw her—Elira—sitting beside him, her face pale and tear-stained, eyes rimmed with dark lashes and worry.Not Seraphine, not the human girl raised in silence.Elira.Something ancient stirred between them, like starlight breaking through the clouds. Recognition. Memory.“Your blood,” he rasped. “It called something… ancient.”Elira nodded, not breaking her
SEALED FATE "Truth about Seraphine"
Caveen stepped into the grand hall, his shoulders stiff, cloak tattered with ash and blood. Every inch of him reeked of battle—his boots smeared with dust from the Council’s temple, his eyes still burning with the aftermath of unleashed fury.Carl was already waiting.He stood at the top of the staircase, arms crossed, his expression stone-cold. Maika appeared behind him a second later, her dark eyes sharpening as they fell on her son."You came back," Carl said, voice low but trembling with barely restrained anger. "You damn fool."Maika's heels clicked against the marble as she descended. "Where is Alaric?" she asked coldly. "And where have you taken Seraphine?"Caveen removed his cloak, tossed it over a chair, and met their eyes without flinching."They're safe. At the sanctuary."Carl didn’t wait another heartbeat. In two long strides, he was before his son, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him into the nearest pillar."Do you even understand what you've done?!" Carl shoute
SEALED FATE “When the Moon Bleeds Red” – The Blood of Elira
The sanctuary was cloaked in twilight, its crystalline ceiling dim under the weight of sorrow.Alaric hadn’t stirred in days.No spell, no balm, no ancient elven rune could soothe what the Council’s cursed arrow had left behind. It wasn’t a wound of the body—it was a fracture of the soul. The kind that only ancient blood could awaken or mend.Elira sat beside him again, sleepless, her fingers gently combing through his silver hair as his body shivered beneath fur-lined sheets. Sweat soaked the pillow. His skin burned with a fever that seemed to come from within.Caveen stood behind her, arms crossed tightly over his chest, eyes red from worry and fury alike.“I’ve summoned every glyph I know,” Elira whispered. Caveen didn’t reply at first. He only watched her, noting the weariness under her eyes—the shimmer of frustration, helplessness, and something deeper.Guilt.“Elira, you’ve done enough.”“It’s not enough if he dies,” she snapped.A long silence fell between them.The room buzze
SEALED FATE When the Moon Bleeds Red” – Awakening of Elira
The Council Temple trembled beneath a force older than time.Gold-black light exploded from Seraphine—no, from Elira—her name pulsing in the very walls of the temple as the magic of a lost lineage clawed its way back into the world. Her scream had torn through reality itself, and now the very air crackled with power.She floated, feet no longer touching the ground. Her eyes, once soft and confused, now gleamed with ancient awareness. Elira’s dormant blood—the blood sealed for two decades—had begun to awaken. The markings of a forgotten royal witch glowed on her palms, swirling with the same magic the Council had tried to erase.“You fools,” Elder Vashan choked, backing away. “She—she was here this whole time?”“We sealed Elira twenty years ago,” Elder Myria whispered, shaking. “This… this is not possible. She was never supposed to return!”But she had.And they had delivered her awakening with their own hands.Elira descended slowly, her hand outstretched toward the still, broken body
SEALED FATE "The trap"
Shadows coiled around ancient stone columns as the High Seer stood before the Council. Cloaked in ceremonial garb, his voice echoed through the marble chamber.> “She is gone. The girl—Seraphine. Vanished from the Vaelthorne estate. Shielded by dark, unfamiliar magic.”Gasps and murmurs filled the hall.One of the elder members leaned forward. “And Alaric?”> “Untraceable. But we suspect... he hid her.”The Grand Enforcer’s eyes narrowed. “Then summon her. Bind her.”Orders were given. Hunters dispatched.Within hours, the Council’s elite scouts traced the last veil of magic around a forgotten chapel hidden in the northern mountains—Alaric’s secret haven.---Alaric’s Hidden SanctuarySeraphine had just finished sipping the herbal tonic Maika left behind during their visit, when a cold draft slipped through the window. Then... a whisper.> “You have been found.”A burst of blue magic shattered the doorway.Four Council guards stormed in, robed in silver, their hands glowing with suppr
SEALED FATE Elite and love
Vaelthorne Estate – War Room A heavy storm rolled outside, the sky thunderous and gray. Within the estate’s old war room, Alaric stood near the hearth, a map spread before him. The door creaked open, and his father, Lord Theron, stepped in. Without preamble, Theron closed the door and faced him. > “They want to take her away from you.” Alaric didn’t look up. “I know.” Theron approached, tossing a sealed scroll onto the table. The wax bore the mark of the High Council. > “They are demanding you marry Lysandra of the Moonwell Clan. They say it will awaken your dormant Elven blood. They believe that bond will serve the world better than a ‘lowly human.’” Alaric slowly turned, his golden eyes glowing faintly. “So I’m to be used like a pawn on their chessboard?” > “They see you as more than that,” Theron replied, voice restrained. “They see you as a weapon… a legacy.” “I chose Seraphine,” Alaric said firmly. “Not for politics. Not for power. Because she is mine.” > “If you refuse
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