"A boy from another world. A girl with forgotten magic. And a prophecy hidden in a pendant… Would you risk everything for a love that once destroyed you?"
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The stars wept that night.
A cold wind howled through the ancient forest, stirring dead leaves that hadn't moved in centuries. Time had forgotten this place—buried it beneath silence, sorrow, and secrets. The stone altar at its heart stood cracked and moss-covered, yet a faint hum still pulsed from its core. Power, old and forbidden, slumbered beneath it.
And so did he.
Bound in chains not made of metal but of magic—runes carved deep into the earth below him—he slept, though his soul twisted restlessly in the void. His name had been erased from every book, every scroll, every whisper of memory. All except one.
She dreamed of him.
Every night, for years, she saw flashes: silver eyes filled with pain, a voice that called her name across centuries, and a promise... "I will find you again, no matter how long it takes."
She didn't know who he was. Not yet.
But tonight, under the blood moon's gaze, the seal began to crack. A tear, small and shimmering, slipped through the veil between realms. Somewhere in the mortal world, Elara gasped awake, her heart pounding, lips tingling with the memory of a kiss she had never shared.
And in the realm beneath, his eyes opened.
Silver. Burning. Remembering.
"It's time."