Part 2
Velosa's eyes softened as she watched the lark and the princess bicker.Perhaps this bond was fate indeed.
Eliora finally sighed."Fine. Since my name is already stolen, I'll speak. You wish to find Harold, don't you?"
Lilia leaned forward eagerly. "Yes! Where is he?"
The golden lark tilted its head, voice unusually solemn."Harold is not an ordinary being. His father is Tarmion, the Keeper of Stars, who records the eternal dance of the heavens. His mother is Eseria, the Goddess of Dreams, who weaves visions to comfort weary souls. Harold carries the blood of both worlds. That is why he hides. His very existence attracts danger."
Lilia's lips parted in awe."Wait… so he's half-god?"
Eliora nodded slightly."Long ago, his parents fell in love despite the laws of their realms. Their union was forbidden, yet they chose each other. Harold was born from that choice. The stars shine upon him, and dreams whisper within him. But such gifts also draw shadows."
Velosa's expression grew grave."That's why Harold must never be exposed carelessly. If greedy hands reach for him, both our world and yours could fall into chaos."
But Lilia's heart burned hotter."Then he needs me even more! If everyone else is too afraid to stand by him, I'll be the one who does."
Her words echoed with fierce determination.
Eliora flinched, tiny wings trembling."You… remind me of her. Of Lady Eseria. She too smiled like that, when she chose love over destiny."
Lilia's breath caught.In her memory, a vision stirred—the dream she had seen once before.A woman with hair like flowing starlight, arms warm and gentle, eyes brimming with sorrow and love.
"Mother…" Lilia whispered.It was faint, like a dream half-remembered, but the longing in her chest was sharp and real.
Velosa reached out, resting a hand on her shoulder."Princess… your mother is watching. Perhaps through Harold, your paths will cross again."
Lilia wiped her eyes quickly and forced a bright grin."Then it's decided! Eliora, Velosa—we're going to find Harold. No matter what."
The lark groaned dramatically."I knew this would happen… Why did I ever let my name slip?!"
But in its golden gaze, something new flickered—a fragile hope, as if it too wanted to believe in this reckless, stubborn child.