Chapter 1: Whispers Beneath the Stars
The clock struck midnight.
And with it, the silence grew heavier.
Selene stood on the rooftop, her bare feet touching the cold stone tiles of the ancient orphanage. The night sky above her was painted with scattered stars—watching, glowing, judging. Her long black cloak fluttered softly in the breeze, like the wings she once dreamed of having.
For as long as she remembered, darkness felt more like home than daylight. It whispered to her. It cradled her secrets. It reminded her of someone… or something… she had lost long ago.
No one knew where she came from.
The day she was found—on a stormy night thirteen years ago—she had no name, no memories, only a strange crescent mark glowing faintly on her wrist. They called her "Selene" because she arrived under a full moon. But in her heart, she always knew: that wasn't her real name.
Tonight felt different. The wind carried something unfamiliar. A scent. A sound. A shiver in the universe.
Something was coming.
Selene took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her fingers gently touched the small silver feather pendant she wore every day. It was the only thing she had when she was found. And lately, it had been vibrating softly — as if waking up.
Suddenly, a voice echoed behind her.
Low. Calm. Male.
"You don't belong here."
Selene spun around.
A tall figure stepped out of the shadows. Hooded. Unfamiliar. But his presence wasn't threatening — it was magnetic, cold, and oddly familiar.
"Who are you?" she asked, heart pounding.
"I'm someone who remembers," he replied, lifting his head just enough for her to see piercing grey eyes, glowing like fading moonlight. "And so will you."
Before she could speak, he was gone—vanished like fog.
Selene stood frozen.
She didn't know whether to be afraid…
…or hopeful.
But one thing was clear:
Midnight had opened its wings.
And her story was finally beginning