Chapter 26Third POVSelene sat atop her celestial throne, bathed in the pale glow of her moon as its silver light poured through the open arches of her ethereal home. She watched the waves below, feeling their pulse as they rose and crashed against the shorelines of a distant village. The tides were erratic tonight—wild, untamable—and no matter how hard she focused, she couldn’t subdue them. Her brow furrowed in frustration as she tried once more to ease the waters, her divine power coaxing them into serenity.But it was no use.A heavy sigh escaped her lips as realization settled over her. This wasn’t nature acting on its own. No, the tides were responding to something darker—someone darker. She clenched her fists as her suspicions grew certain.Solas.Her brother. The mere thought of him sent a bitter chill through her veins. It had been centuries since they had last crossed paths, but his presence lingered like a shadow on her realm, dark and consuming. He was still there, beneath
Chapter 27Third POVElara awoke to a faint sliver of light filtering through the darkened cave, its soft glow reflecting off the still pond. She blinked, adjusting her eyes to the gentle shimmer as she slowly sat up, confusion momentarily clouding her thoughts. The last thing she remembered was collapsing into sleep, her body aching and sore from the torment of hunger and exhaustion. But now, as she stretched her limbs, she felt nothing but strength, as though the fatigue and pain had been swept away by some unseen force.She rose to her feet, expecting her muscles to protest, to feel the cold stiffness from sleeping on the hard stone slab. But there was none of that. No soreness, no discomfort. Just an overwhelming sense of energy coursing through her veins, as if she were somehow renewed.Elara frowned, running her hands over her arms, her brow furrowed in thought. How is this possible? She had been on the brink of collapse the day before, barely able to think straight, let alone fe
Chapter 28Third POVSolas sat in the corner of his dimly lit chamber, his eyes never leaving the form of Elara, who lay curled up in his bed. He had kept to the shadows, hidden behind the dark veil that cloaked him, but his gaze had not wavered, watching her sleep through the long, quiet hours of the night. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, soft little exhales escaping from her parted lips, and Solas found himself leaning forward slightly, almost without realizing it.She was serene, entirely at peace in her sleep. The lines of tension that had marred her face earlier were now gone, replaced by a sweet, almost innocent calm. Her brow furrowed occasionally, her lips curling into a faint smile at times, and Solas couldn’t help but wonder what she was dreaming about. Was it something pleasant? Was it him? The thought sent a shiver through him, one he couldn’t explain.Why am I so enamored by her?It was a question that had haunted him since the moment he laid eyes on her, and to
Chapter 29Third POVElara ran her fingers through her damp hair, now freshly washed and braided, as she stood near the edge of the pond. The familiar sense of guilt still weighed heavily on her after the bath, and despite feeling physically renewed, her mind was troubled. She had made up her mind to apologize to Solas for her behavior the previous day, but now she couldn't seem to find him.Where could he be? she wondered as she glanced around the cavern.Pulling the simple, flowing dress she had found from the neatly folded pile onto her body, she felt a determination to put things right. Even though Solas had tormented her with his coldness and power, he had never gone beyond what she could handle. His care, hidden behind a mask of indifference, was becoming clearer now that she was rested and fed. She realized that she may have misunderstood him, and after all these centuries of isolation, maybe he, too, was struggling.“Solas?” she called, her voice soft at first, hesitant, then
Chapter 1 (A decade ago) Third POV Nestled deep within the ancient forest, a cave lay hidden behind a veil of vines and moss-covered stones. For centuries, it had stood silent, its secrets concealed from the world. Few dared to venture near, for the legends of the moon god had faded into mere whispers, barely remembered by the oldest of the village storytellers. Yet, within this forsaken sanctuary, the god of the moon remained, a prisoner of both time and destiny.His name was Solas, the forgotten twin. His sister, Selene, the moon goddess, was worshipped and revered, her name chanted in temples and etched in the annals of history. But Solas was different; his power was feared and misunderstood. The villagers spoke of him in hushed tones, a cautionary tale for children. They said he was locked away for a reason, his power too great, too dangerous. But the truth was more complex, a tapestry of love, betrayal, and sacrifice.Solas sat on a smooth, stone ledge within the cave, his bac
Chapter 2(After a decade) Third POVWillowbrook stirred with the approach of the dreaded day—the offering of a bride to Solas, the forgotten moon god. It had been a decade since the last sacrifice, a decade of uneasy peace under the watchful gaze of the moon. The village had grown, its thatched cottages spreading like the roots of an ancient tree, yet beneath the facade of tranquility lay an undercurrent of fear whenever the moon reached its peak.Somewhere far at the outskirts of the village lived a girl named Elara. Elara, at twenty years old, had known little of family or love in her life. An orphan since childhood, she had grown up under the care of the village, finding solace in the whispers of the wind and the gentle touch of the earth. Her beauty was undeniable—full lips that hinted at a defiance born of hardship, green eyes that glimmered with a mixture of sorrow and determination, and long silver hair that cascaded down her back like strands of moonlight. But it was her spi
Chapter 3Third POVThe days after that night passed with a strange blend of normalcy and inevitability. Each morning, Elara rose with the first light, her heart heavy with the knowledge of her fate but her spirit unyielding. Her silver hair shimmered in the early sunlight as she tended to her small garden, the rich scent of earth and the vibrant colors of the flowers offering a brief respite from her thoughts.Elara had always been a part of the village, yet apart from it. An orphan taken in by the collective kindness of Willowbrook's inhabitants, she had grown up learning to be self-reliant. Now, as the chosen bride, she found herself surrounded by the silent support of the villagers. They brought her gifts—small tokens of their appreciation and sympathy—a fresh loaf of bread, a handwoven scarf, a carved wooden charm for protection. Each gesture, though modest, spoke volumes of their respect and gratitude.Elara had worked as a healer in the village for a few years now, a role that
Chapter 4Third POVSolas stood at the center of his chamber, his pale blue eyes fixed on the reflection of the moon in the small pond before him. The water’s surface shimmered with an otherworldly glow, the moonlight dancing upon it in an eerie, mesmerizing pattern. This pond was his anchor, his connection to the moon and the source of his power. The open ceiling above it allowed the moon’s light to filter down, enhancing his abilities and giving him strength. He traced patterns in the water with his fingers, feeling the potent energy thrumming beneath his skin.Over the past decade, Solas had grown more powerful, his magic evolving in ways he had not anticipated. The ancient runes that once held his power in check had weakened significantly, and the spell that bound him to the cave was beginning to fray. He could feel the change in the air, the subtle shift in the balance of magic. It would not be long before he could break free of this prison and reclaim the world that had been den