After that stormy night, Eman Valeria and Meera Valeria did not question their decision.
They brought the child home and dressed her neatly, wrapping her in soft clothes, as if trying to protect her from a world that already felt too fragile for her existence. The strange glow that once surrounded her slowly faded, leaving behind a quiet, peaceful baby who slept soundly in Meera's arms.
Days passed quietly.
Then came the adoption and naming ceremony.
Only close family members were present. The house was filled with warm lights, prayers, and gentle blessings. No one asked where the child had come from. Fate, after all, did not require explanations.
Meera stood before everyone, holding the baby close to her heart.
"With love, hope, and faith," she said softly,
"we name her Luna Valeria."
Applause followed. Smiles. Tears.
The name felt right—like it had always belonged to her.
The ceremony ended peacefully.
Too peacefully.
That night was a new moon.
The sky was completely dark. No moonlight touched the earth.
At exactly 12:00 midnight, the air inside the house changed.
A sudden golden light burst from Luna's body—bright, sharp, and dazzling like pure diamond. The walls reflected it, shadows vanished, and the house fell into an unnatural silence.
Luna opened her eyes.
They glowed with shifting colors—purple, red, yellow, green, and blue—moving like living energy.
Everyone froze.
Then Meera noticed something that made her heart stop.
On Luna's waist was a large serpent-shaped mole, dark and detailed, coiled as if alive. It did not glow. It did not fade.
It was permanent.
Meera's hands trembled as she touched the same place on her own waist—where she carried a rare, unexplained birthmark of her own.
They were connected.
"This isn't just magic," Eman whispered.
"It's inheritance."
Minutes passed.
The golden light slowly faded. The colors in Luna's eyes disappeared. The house returned to silence.
But the serpent-shaped mole remained.
Watching.
From that night on, nothing was ever truly normal.
Life continued in Western Visayas, Philippines, where Eman and Meera worked as respected doctors. But behind closed doors and hidden laboratories, they lived double lives.
They were secret scientists.
Researchers of ancient energy, forbidden genetics, and unexplained phenomena. And slowly, every discovery pointed toward one terrifying truth—
Luna was not abandoned.
She was placed.
Years passed.
Luna grew up intelligent, calm, and observant. Strange things followed her—lights flickering when she was emotional, winds shifting when she was angry, silence falling when she focused too deeply.
She learned to hide it.
She completed junior high school without trouble.
And then—
She entered high school, stepping into 9th grade, unaware that her ordinary life was already over.
Because somewhere far away, an academy carved from secrets and darkness had begun to stir.
And the chains of destiny were slowly tightening around her name.