✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.
✨ Chapter One – The Mark of Destiny
The night was alive with silver light, as if the heavens themselves held their breath.
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, her cloak fluttering in the sharp breeze. The lunar eclipse had painted the world in shadows, and yet, her eyes remained fixed on the moon. For weeks she had dreamt of this night—dreams of fire, of a man with storm-grey eyes, and of a voice whispering her name from beyond the veil of reality.
When the moon vanished behind the Earth’s shadow, she felt it—burning. A searing heat spread across her arm. Gasping, Elizabeth pulled back her sleeve.
There, etched into her skin by light itself, was a mark. It shimmered like molten silver: a crescent moon intertwined with a sword.
Her heart pounded. In Eldoria, magic was forbidden—punished by death. Yet here it was, pulsing beneath her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
The whisper was real this time. She spun around.
Out of the darkness, a figure emerged. A tall man cloaked in black, his face half-hidden, but his eyes… storm-grey, just like in her dreams. A sword hung at his side, its blade wrapped in chains that rattled faintly as he moved.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, urgent. “They will come for you now.”
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat.
“Who… who are you?”
The man stepped closer, and the chains around his sword glowed faintly with crimson light.
“My name is Alexander,” he said. “And I’m here to keep you alive.”
Lightning split the sky above, and with it came the sound of wings—vast, inhuman, circling in the night.
The hunt had already begun.