Thorns of the Moonlit Throne
Volume 4 — Chapter 8: Dawn of the Celestial Verse
Writer: Sabbir Ahmed
The Celestial Verse pulsed one final time, stars and shadows harmonizing into a peaceful rhythm. The labyrinth had dissolved, and the cosmic distortions that had threatened Arvandor's history now shimmered into stability.
Lyriana Vael stood on a bridge of starlight, crown glowing softly. Aryn by her side, Eryon's shadows dancing gently around them, they gazed upon the vast expanse of the Verse—no longer a realm of danger, but a reflection of choice, unity, and balance.
Caelum Virex appeared one last time, his quill lowered, a faint smile upon his face. "You have taught me… that perfection is not the same as harmony. Mortals, in their chaos and unity, can create verses no cosmic law can anticipate. Perhaps… there is poetry in freedom."
Lyriana inclined her head, her voice steady. "Then you see that love, trust, and choice cannot be rewritten. Even poetry must yield to the heart."
Aryn squeezed her hand. "And Arvandor remains safe because of that."
Below, the kingdom of Arvandor shimmered in the distance. Memories and history had realigned, corrected by the trio's choices. The citizens awoke with clarity, free from illusions of fear and despair, unaware of how narrowly fate had been preserved.
Eryon's shadow flickered. "The Verse will remain, but only as a reminder. Balance is not imposed—it is chosen. And your hearts… have proven its enduring power."
Lyriana lifted her gaze to the horizon where the stars met the morning light. "We have survived the trials of prophecy, the chaos of the Eclipse, and the poetry of a cosmic tyrant. But the greatest victory is this: freedom. Freedom for our people, and for ourselves."
Caelum nodded silently and vanished into the Verse, leaving only faint glimmers of starlight that whispered like distant verses.
Lyriana turned to Aryn. "The world may always face threats—cosmic or mortal. But together, we define destiny, not the stars, not prophecy, not even poetry."
The first true dawn over Arvandor spread gold and silver across mountains, rivers, and forests. Shadows and light intertwined peacefully, a reflection of all they had endured and all they had preserved.
The Moonlit Queen smiled, crown pulsing softly. "The Celestial Verse has ended… but our story continues. And together, we will write it."