Elara sat motionless on the cold stone floor, knees drawn close, heart beating loud against the silence.
The old woman’s voice still echoed like a storm in her head:
“Vishkaniya’s pain began long before this war. You… you are part of that reason.”
But how?
How could I be part of something so old… so dark… when I’ve done nothing?
She looked down at the neck and her palm—its soft glow now gone, like a heartbeat that had stilled.
The only thing that once made her feel safe… now felt like a lie.
Her voice cracked in the quiet, “Who am I really?”
Her entire life felt like a glass window—clear, simple… until now, when a single stone had shattered it all.
They said I was an orphan. That my parents died. That my aunt raised me out of pity…
Then her stomach twisted.
Lisa. Her aunt. The life she left behind.
They’d come home soon. They’d find out she was gone. And worse—about her and Kael.
Her heart sank. Kael... if he was coming through the veil to see me, again and again... Vishkaniya must’ve known.453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5gjJUA7baD
She’d probably been watching all along.
Waiting.
Was I always meant to end up here?
A pawn. A mistake. A piece of something older, crueler, more dangerous.
Her memories spun in chaos—Kael's voice at the well, the shoes he gave her, that strange, flickering mirror in the attic... the dreams she never understood.
She whispered, almost afraid of her own words,453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIObFC3gjXk
“What if none of it was real?”
The shadows in her cell flickered as her tears touched the ground. She stood slowly and looked into a puddle beneath her feet.
The face that stared back wasn’t hers. Not anymore.
“What if I’m not who I thought I was?”
Far away, in the forgotten forests of the Realm of Light…
Queen Ayela moved through the ancient path with a strange chill clinging to her skin. Even the trees here stood still, as if listening.
The light behind her dimmed. Not even the stars followed her here.
She reached the heart of the ruins—an overgrown garden of ash and stone, where wild roses grew tangled over broken moonstones.
And someone was waiting.
A tall, cloaked figure stood between two fallen pillars. Her face was veiled in silver. Her presence felt like time itself had stopped to watch.
Ayela stopped. “You sent for me. Why?”
The figure’s voice was slow. Cold. Measured.
“Because you forgot. And now it returns.”453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL3eabhghGC
“You lost something here, Ayela. And you are about to lose it again.”
Ayela’s breath stilled. Her heart began to race.453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfktgryXDQV
Something inside her whispered: Don’t listen.
The figure stepped forward. “She will die.”
Ayela flinched. “Who?”
The woman lifted her head slightly. Just enough for Ayela to glimpse a scar slashing down one side of her face.
“The girl. The one you've watched from behind water and glass. The child you tried to protect without ever telling her who she is.”
Ayela stood frozen in the middle of the ruins, her breath shaky, the weight of the woman’s words crashing over her.
“She will die, Ayela. And Vishkaniya will be the one to end her.”
The wind stilled. Even the trees seemed to hold their breath.
Ayela’s lips trembled. “Elara... no. That can’t happen. I—I won’t let it.”
The cloaked woman stepped closer, voice softer now, but colder than ever.
“She will die… at the place where you once lost everything—Silverveil. Where the flames swallowed your sister. Where Vishkaniya turned love into vengeance.”
Ayela’s knees buckled, but she didn’t fall. Her voice cracked, thick with old pain.
“You think I’ve forgotten?”453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgr9H749EBm
“That night… her scream still wakes me. Her blood still stains this land. I lost my sister right here—right in front of me.”
She clutched her chest. The memory was a blade.
“No... I won't let it happen again. I can’t lose Elara too.”
The woman tilted her head, her silver veil glowing in the dying light.
“Then speak, Ayela. Tell her the truth.”
Ayela stepped back, voice rising, shaking.
“I can’t!” she whispered.453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfx0OZIpLPU
“You don’t understand—if I tell her, everything shatters. The Realm… Kael… the peace I bled for—”
Her hands were trembling now.
“I carry this burden alone. This secret. This lie. But I can’t anymore. I can’t—”
Tears welled in her eyes.
“I was just a sister. Not a queen. Not a savior. And I lost her… I lost her.”
The wind picked up around them, swirling ash and whispers through the broken stones.
The woman slowly smiled beneath the veil.
“Then you will carry it no longer.”
Ayela looked up, confused.
“This time… you come not as a ruler.”453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN7vKHamwcr
“You come to that valley… to save your sister’s daughter.”453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrWPAe9y9nu
“To give her the truth—one that not even your son knows.”
Ayela’s breath caught.
“She’s not just another soul in this war, Ayela. She’s hers.453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRQKPEfKPC8
And she’s waiting to be saved… not by a queen—but by you.”
And with that, the woman stepped back and vanished into mist.
The ruins fell silent once more, but Ayela’s heart thundered like war drums.
The truth…453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHCPExd5VnC
The child…453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6dksByR1nY
Her sister’s legacy.
She stood alone, weeping not as a queen—but as a sister who had lost too much...
And was about to risk everything to stop history from repeating
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