On their sixteenth birthday, their world shattered. A magnificent airship, adorned with the crest of a crescent moon embracing a star—the symbol of the legendary Moonfall Clan—descended upon Ravenfell. They had found their lost heir.
Lyra's true name was Selene. A traumatic event in her childhood had suppressed her memories and her immense Lunar affinity. The sight of the Clan's emblem shattered the dam in her mind. She was not an orphan; she was a princess of the most powerful clan in the northern skies.
The Clan Matriarch looked at Kaelan with undisguised revulsion. "This null? This is the filth you have been wallowing with? He is a speck of dust, Selene. Come. Your true world awaits."
Selene looked from her glorious destiny back to Kaelan. The boy she loved, who represented a life of struggle and poverty. The pull of power, family, and her true identity was too strong.
"Kaelan... this is who I am meant to be," she said, her voice hardening, trying to convince herself as much as him. "You... you belong to this world. It's better if you forget me. It's better if you think I died."
The echo of abandonment was a physical blow. She boarded the ship without a backward glance, leaving him alone in the dusty street, his heart turned to ash