Chapter 42: Lyra and Eiren — Story Beginning, Part 3
Perspective: Velkaris / Third Person
Velkaris stood alone beneath the pale silver sky, in the sanctum where reflections whispered like memories. The altar had gone cold now. Silent. But within the silence, there was rebirth.
"System," he said, voice low but steady, "Initiate soul division. Split into three equal pieces."
DING. Confirming Request...
Splitting Soul into Three Independent Fragments.
Names Registered:
✦ Velkaris (Primary)
✦ Lyra (Soul Fragment 1)
✦ Eiren (Soul Fragment 2)
Three lights emerged from his form, swirling like threads of forgotten memory.
One returned to him—Velkaris, the god of reflections, bearer of lies and fractured truths.
The other two hovered in the air, still forming, still remembering.
A name escaped his lips without thinking, almost as if the soul remembered before the mind did.
"Lyra…"
The first fragment solidified. A young woman, with long silver hair that shimmered like moonlight and vivid green eyes that held the warmth he once knew. She was older than Eiren—gentle, firm, protective. A voice of reason in the chaos of the world.
"And Eiren…"
The second fragment descended softly beside her. A young man with messy black hair, eyes sharp yet curious. The same age as Velkaris had been back then—or perhaps younger. Quiet, observant, but with an intensity that never faded.
They were not fakes. Not reflections. They were pieces of him. His memories made manifest. His siblings.
"You are real," he whispered, more to himself than to them. "Even if the world forgets, I will remember you. Always."
The system responded:
System Update Complete — Soul Bound Active
Lyra and Eiren Initialized as Independent Consciousnesses
Secondary System Linked
He sent them to a place none would question—an island under his quiet control, far from the gaze of the seven churches, far from the web of fate tightening around Tingen.
There, Lyra awoke first, standing near a modest wooden home surrounded by mist-draped forest. She rubbed her temples and blinked at the soft morning light, uncertain but calm.
Eiren opened his eyes a moment later on the porch outside, a book beside him he didn't remember falling asleep with. He blinked, then stretched, as if nothing had changed.
Neither remembered Velkaris. Neither knew of gods or pathways or Sefirahs.
But they knew each other.
And that was enough—for now.
Back in the Mirror Temple, Velkaris watched through the glass, his heart hollowed and full all at once.
"Live," he murmured. "Even if I cannot."
And for the first time in what felt like eternity, the god smiled—not as Velkaris, but as the brother who once was.
End of Chapter 42: Lyra and Eiren — Story Beginning, Part 3