Aria's mind reeled as Elijah led her out of the library. He spoke of ancient bloodlines, supernatural creatures, and hidden worlds. She felt like she'd stepped into a fantasy novel.
"Elijah, slow down," Aria pleaded, struggling to keep up with his long strides. "What's going on?"
"You, Aria, are the last living heir of the Lunar bloodline," Elijah explained, his eyes gleaming with an ethereal light. "Your ancestors possessed extraordinary abilities, and you're the key to unlocking an ancient prophecy."
Aria's skepticism warred with curiosity. Could this be true? Was she really connected to some mystical world?
As they walked, the city lights blurred around them, and Aria felt an inexplicable pull toward Elijah. She sensed a deep connection, one that went beyond mere attraction.
The night air bit at Aria's skin as she stepped outside the library, her thoughts tangled and raw. Elijah moved with quiet intensity beside her, his presence oddly comforting despite the storm he'd unleashed inside her mind.
He led her down a shadowed alley behind the library, where the hum of city life faded beneath a veil of silence. "We can't be overheard," he said, glancing over his shoulder.
"Overheard by who?" Aria asked, her voice shaking. "What are you talking about? Bloodlines? Prophecies? You can't just say things like that and expect me to follow blindly."
Elijah turned to face her. The streetlamp above flickered, casting fleeting golden light on his sharp features. "I know it's overwhelming. But you need to hear the truth—before others find you first."
"Others?" she echoed.
"There are factions," Elijah explained, "Some want to protect you. Others... would see you destroyed."
Aria hugged herself, as if she could shield her world from falling apart. "This is insane."
Elijah stepped closer, his expression softening. "Your mother knew. She tried to hide you. Disguised your lineage. But the spell that cloaked your bloodline has faded. That's why the book called to you."
Aria's breath caught. "My mother died in a car accident. She never told me anything about this."
"She died protecting you," Elijah said, his voice tight with restrained emotion. "That wasn't an accident."
Silence stretched between them.
"Come," he finally said, his voice gentler. "There's someone you need to meet."
He led her through winding streets until they reached an old building tucked between modern high-rises. Inside, a hidden world unfurled—shelves lined with artifacts, ancient weapons, glowing stones, and scrolls that whispered when touched.
In the center sat a woman with silver hair braided down her back, her eyes sharp and knowing. "So," she said, rising slowly. "The last Lunar has awakened."
Aria felt the weight of those words settle onto her shoulders.
The woman extended a hand. "I am Selene. Guardian of your line. And the truth, my dear, is
just beginning to unravel."