Prologue – The First Demi-Humans
In ancient times, the sky god Uranus gazed upon Serth and created two remarkable children: Apollo and Artemis, twins—a boy and a girl—destined to shape the world. At that time, Serth was wild and untamed, a land where animals and magical creatures lived freely, coexisting in harmony.
A pack of wolves, sensing the twins' innocence and vulnerability, took them under their care, raising them as their own. As they grew, the twins inherited both the wisdom of gods and the instincts of the wild. Artemis, fierce and untamable, found her mate among a wolf of another pack, and together they bore many offspring. Apollo, fiery and ambitious, fell in love with the dragon queen, and their son became the first dragon-born. These children—born of humans, beasts, and dragons—were the first demi-humans, proof that love and acceptance could transcend species.
For a time, Serth was a vibrant mosaic of humans, demi-humans, magical beasts, and monsters. But as centuries passed, the population of demi-humans dwindled. Fear and ignorance crept into human hearts, and humans enacted laws forbidding unions with other races. Soon, demi-humans became rare, feared, and hunted. The sky god Uranus, once revered and beloved, faded from memory. His temples crumbled, his followers vanished, and his name was eventually forgotten—a tragic loss for the world of Serth.
Meanwhile, other gods rose to prominence, each worshipped by different continents, and kingdoms formed around these deities. Blessings from the gods became rare gifts, limited to the worthy few. Only some humans and an even rarer few demi-humans could wield such power, shaping the politics, wars, and fortunes of nations.
Thalia's life in her previous world had been bright, full of laughter, curiosity, and the occasional sorrow. Her sister Iris had been her anchor, her confidante, and her protector. When their parents passed, they became inseparable, relying on each other for strength. Every shared secret, every comforting hand, and every whispered reassurance strengthened the bond between them.
But life, as it often does, offered a cruel twist. Thalia awoke within a new life she had never chosen—her consciousness now housed in Solan Albertine, a boy born into the noble Elios family. Though the family, the estate, and the world around him were familiar, his existence was a cage of expectation and scrutiny. He remembered the books he had read, the story he knew, and the identity he had assumed—but the life around him was real, intricate, and dangerous. Here, the lines between good and evil blurred. Heroes and villains existed not just as singular figures, but as threads woven into the larger tapestry of the world, and each choice could shift the balance.
In this world, Thalia—as Sol—understood that his sister—now Lunaria Albertine—would also be perceived as a villain. In the book she remembered, they were called the "Evil Siblings," feared and reviled across kingdoms. Yet Thalia knew that labels did not define a person. Villains were made, not born. And now, experiencing life firsthand, she understood that perception often held more power than truth, and those who judged him determined the story of his life.
Thalia, she reminded herself quietly, as if speaking to the fragment of her own soul, this is your new life. You have the knowledge. You have the memories. Use them wisely. She realized it would not be easy to change others' perceptions. People clung to beliefs, prejudices, and fear, seeing only what they wanted to see. But even in this new identity, her priorities remained clear: her sister's happiness came above all else. In their past life, Iris had always been her protector. In her final moments as Thalia, her greatest regret had been not giving her sister the life she deserved.
In this new world, Thalia vowed to protect the ones she loved, even if it meant being labelled a villain. She would embrace the title willingly if it allowed her sister and those dear to her to live safely, happily, and free from harm. She would plan, observe, and act carefully, refusing to be controlled by the story she was written into.
And so, the story of the Evil Siblings began again—not as it had been written, but as Thalia would shape it—with strategy, courage, and the quiet fire of one who refused to bow to fate.