The world of Atherion was a marvel—vast skies painted in shifting hues, oceans that whispered secrets of creation, and lands where even silence seemed alive. Five rulers safeguarded its fragile harmony, their powers woven into every breath of the world.
Atherion had 4 myth rulers;
Chronis ,Eryndor ,Nytheris And lastly Lunivera
She was unlike the others. Where the rulers watched from afar, Lunivera walked among mortals, unafraid to live with them, protect them, and laugh as they did. To them, she was not a distant god, but a guardian they could touch, a ruler who understood.
Chaos was not destruction in her hands, but balance. It was she who kept Light from burning too bright, Darkness from swallowing whole, Creation from overreaching, and Time from unraveling. Without her, harmony would falter.
But war came.
It began as whispers among kingdoms and ended as fire across the skies. Armies clashed endlessly, mountains bled, and rivers carried ash. Mortals cried out for deliverance, but even the rulers' power could not halt the spreading ruin.
So the decree was spoken.
"To end the war,the strongest must be sacrificed "
The words silenced all. None dared name her, but every soul in that chamber knew—the strongest was Lunivera.
Serenya had been there, standing among her companions when the sentence was cast. She remembered how her body froze, how her heart hammered as if trying to break free. She had turned to Lunivera then, desperate for denial. For a laugh, even a jest.
But Lunivera's eyes—those deep, endless blue eyes—held only calm.
No protest. No fear. Only acceptance.
That moment carved itself into Serenya's soul like a wound that would never heal.
Lunivera did not argue with the other rulers. She did not fight, though Serenya knew she was capable of it. She simply bore the weight in silence. To protect the world she loved, she was willing to give herself to it.Without farewell, without explanation, Lunivera went to the place of sacrifice. Serenya followed, heart torn, steps unsteady.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Serenya's voice broke when she reached her. "Why must you always carry everything alone?"
Lunivera's lips curved in the faintest smile, one that deepened the ache in Serenya's chest. She held out her sword, its steel glinting under the fractured sky.But the ritual had already begun. The decree, sealed by the other rulers, stirred ancient forces that wrapped around Lunivera like threads of light and shadow. The earth trembled beneath their feet, and the very air turned heavy with power.
"Lunivera!" Serenya cried, reaching out as the radiance consumed her.
She could feel it—her essence slipping away, fragments of Chaos dissolving into the world itself. Serenya's fingers grazed her arm, but it was like trying to hold water. Her touch found only emptiness.
Lunivera looked back once. Her lips moved, voiceless against the storm, but Serenya knew the word.
Live.
The last fragments of Lunivera's form vanished into the air, leaving only silence where her presence had been. The decree had been fulfilled. The strongest had been sacrificed.
My vision blurred with rage. My hands trembled as I gripped the sword she had pressed into them.
I lifted my head. My gaze fell on the rulers who remained—Creation, Time, Light, and Darkness. My teeth clenched, fury burning inside me.
"I looked at them with anger," I whispered, the words breaking through my throat like shattered glass.
Beside me, Kalean and Ilyra stepped forward. Their weapons gleamed under the shadow of the wisteria tree.
The rulers' expressions softened, not in compassion, but in pity.
"Do you wish to fight us, child?" Time asked, his voice deep and resonant.
But I didn't answer. Instead, I smiled—cold, trembling, victorious.
"I've already done it."
And in my hands, where Lunivera's sword once was, a light bloomed.
A soul.
It glowed like a small, white sphere, swirling with fragments of memory—her laughter, her battles, her kindness, her chaos. It pulsed gently, as though beating with her heart.
Tears burned my eyes, but I smiled. My golden eyes glowed, reflecting the radiant soul. My long black hair, unbound and wild, caught the wind and shimmered like night itself.
"She's here," I whispered. "I retrieved her soul."
Kalean exhaled in disbelief, his dark crimson cloak fluttering. His silver hair fell just above his sharp eyes, eyes that carried endless determination even in despair.
Beside him, Ilyra lowered her spear. Her emerald-green eyes softened, framed by strands of braided auburn hair that reached her waist, glowing faintly with magic runes inked along her arms.
They both smiled—not with triumph, but with fragile hope.
But before I could cradle Lunivera's soul against me, it began to flicker.
"No…" I whispered, reaching desperately.
The orb pulsed once—twice—and then dissolved into thin air, scattering like fireflies into the night.
I reached upward, my chest tightening with agony, but I knew what it meant. She was not lost. She had gone somewhere new—reborn, hidden, waiting to return.
"I'll bring her back," I vowed, my voice steady though my heart shook.
Kalean and Ilyra exchanged glances. They did not speak. They knew nothing could break this vow.
I stretched my hand forward, summoning a portal of swirling violet light. The edges cracked like glass, and beyond it lay another world—unknown, untouched.
"I'll find her," I whispered, stepping through.