The Night of the Second Moon
The wind was quiet, yet the sky whispered secrets.
Everyone in the village was asleep—everyone, except Lyra. She stood by her window, breath caught, eyes locked on the sky where two moons now hung side by side.
Her heart skipped.
> "The Second Moon... it's real."
For years, she had heard the legends:
> "When the Second Moon rises, one soul is given a second chance—
a chance at life, at love, or at revenge."
She always thought it was just a bedtime tale. But now, the second moon glowed with a pale silver light, and something ancient stirred within her.
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Fifteen years ago...
Queen Lyra of Elarion was poisoned.
The court whispered betrayal.
The kingdom mourned a tragic loss.
But the truth was far darker.
Her beloved king had betrayed her.
Her most trusted friend had lied.
And the forbidden magic she carried… it refused to die with her.
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Now…
Lyra lived as a simple village girl. No crown, no magic, no memories—only the name Lyra, the only piece of her past she couldn't bear to let go.
But with the rise of the Second Moon, dreams returned.
She saw fire and blood, a shattered mirror, and golden halls now dust-covered and cold.
And always, his face—
A boy with deep, haunted eyes… eyes that seemed to know her.
> "Who are you?"
"Why do I feel like I once loved you… and lost you?"
That night, under the pale silver light, the air turned cold.
A shadow moved at the edge of the trees.
Lyra stepped closer to the window, heart racing.
He was there—white cloak, steady gaze, and a presence that made time still.
He looked up.
Spoke only one word.
> "Lyra."
Her breath caught.
> "I've been searching for you… for centuries."
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To be continued...
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