The Age of the Gods has passed.
The stories of Alarion and Lyria — the Light God and Goddess —
are now etched into the stars themselves.
But history does not sleep.
It flows forward, like rivers seeking the endless ocean.
This is the story of their children.
Of those born from divine dreams and immortal struggles.
Of a boy carrying a sealed destiny he cannot yet grasp…
And a girl whose laughter weaves the threads of fate.
Of friendships, rivalries, promises…
And shadows gathering once more in forgotten corners of existence.
This is the story of Lyrion and Veloria.
The story of bonds tested and legacies reborn.
A world where light and darkness walk side by side —
And only those who understand their hearts can change the future.
> Welcome to Eternal Radiance 2: Rise of New Legends
Prologue of Arc 1
A new journey begins.
A new light rises.
The threads of fate await.
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[EXT. MORTAL REALM – HILLSIDE VILLAGE – DAWN]
[TIME SKIP: 5 Years Later]
The world had changed — subtly, but surely.
Five peaceful years had passed since the dawn of the New Age.
Under skies where gods once battled and bled,
life now blossomed in quiet joy.
On a familiar hilltop, a barefoot boy stood in the dew-kissed grass,
gazing at the rising sun with innocent, wondering eyes.
His name was Lyrion.
Firstborn of the new generation.
Child of divine blood.
A symbol of hope.
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Today was his fifth birthday.
And today… he would take his first steps into the School of Light —
where legends were forged.
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[INT. SMALL HOUSE – EARLY MORNING]
Inside a warm, sunlit home, Lyrion laughed brightly,
running circles around his parents — Haruto and Airi —
or as the divine knew them: Alarion and Lyria.
They smiled, hiding bittersweet sorrow behind their eyes.
Today was more than a birthday.
It was the beginning… and a farewell.
---
In Lyrion's hands rested a silver anklet, glowing faintly with divine light.
A birthday gift, he believed — beautiful, mysterious.
But it was far more.
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> Haruto (kneeling, voice low but warm):
"Lyrion… this anklet is special. Always keep it close, alright?"
> Airi (softly, hand on his head):
"It's a treasure from us. A piece of our love."
Lyrion nodded, unaware of the truths wrapped within their words.
---
They pressed their palms to the anklet.
A gentle glow enveloped the boy.
His inherited powers — ancient, vast, limitless —
were sealed away with a whisper of divine light.
The anklet shimmered once… then vanished,
its essence merging with his soul.
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[The Anklet Seal]
The anklet became part of Lyrion's being —
a sacred bond fused to his spirit.
To mortals, it was invisible.
To the divine… and to those touched by darkness…
its glow remained.
Only his parents —
and one destined to stand beside him —
would ever see its true form.
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[EXT. SCHOOL OF LIGHT – NURSERY HALLS]
The School of Light —
an academy hidden in the hills, forged through divine and mortal accord.
Today, it welcomed its youngest student.
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Escorted by two familiar figures —
the Leader of the Light Knights and the Fairy Matron —
Lyrion passed through its grand gates, hand in hand with trust.
They had once been saved by gods.
Now, they were guardians of a child who knew nothing of his true nature.
To Lyrion, they were family.
Caretakers. Friends.
Safe.
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[EXT. REALM OF TIME – OBSERVATION BALCONY]
Far away, the Time God and Time Maiden watched from their realm,
eyes following the boy's steps into fate.
> Time God (arms crossed):
"He grows quickly."
> Time Maiden (softly):
"Like a river destined for the sea."
Behind them, laughter echoed.
A small girl spun into view — silver-violet hair swirling.
Veloria — their daughter — chased a floating clockwork butterfly.
She paused suddenly. Her violet eyes locked onto Lyrion below.
> Veloria (pointing):
"Mama! Papa! Who's that boy? I wanna go too!"
> Time God (awkwardly):
"You're too young—"
> Veloria (pouting):
"But he looks interesting!"
She turned pleadingly to her mother.
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The Time Maiden smiled.
> Time Maiden:
"Aside from the Absolute God, only two exist beyond time…"
> Time Maiden (softly):
"The Light God.
The Dark God."
The Time God flinched at the name of his ancient foe.
> Time Maiden:
"Isn't it wise for Veloria to walk beside the son of Light?
To strengthen the bond written in the stars?"
A long silence followed.
Then at last, a sigh.
> Time God:
"Very well. Let her go."
Veloria squealed and vanished in a blink, satchel in hand,
racing toward destiny.
The first thread had been woven.
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[EXT. SCHOOL OF LIGHT – COURTYARD]
And others soon followed.
The God and Goddess of Elements sent Kairo.
The Space deities sent the twin prodigies, Syleria and Sylion.
From Life came Auron and Aria.
From Matter, their fierce daughter, Cyra.
One by one, the New Age gathered.
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[INT. SCHOOL OF LIGHT – NURSERY CLASS]
On his second day, Lyrion sat quietly near the window,
sunlight painting his hair silver.
Then she entered —
spinning like spring breeze, eyes like constellations.
Veloria.
Time stopped.
Lyrion stared, entranced.
His hand drifted to his chest.
The anklet pulsed faintly.
Far beyond even dreams…
the stars smiled.
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[EXT. RUINED WORLD – NIGHT]
But elsewhere…
Beneath shattered moons and a sky gone cold,
another meeting stirred the world.
Within a crumbling temple, a tall figure knelt.
Cloaked in shadow, face hidden.
Before him stood a barefoot boy —
hair black as void, eyes burning crimson.
Zyren.
The Second Commander of the Dark God lowered his head in awe.
> Second Commander (whispering):
"At last… I have found you, my lord.
The heir of darkness."
Zyren said nothing.
But the hatred in his gaze was ancient.
Unyielding.
Alive.
The Second Commander smiled grimly.
The Age of Light had dawned.
And so too… had its end.
TO BE CONTINUED...