The evening sky cast a dim golden hue across the walls of Aerthalia Academy.
On the secluded balcony of the old library, Angeline sat across from Real Draxor. No other students. Just the two of them—and the silence in between.
> “You want to know why I’ve been protecting you,” Real said, his eyes fixed on the horizon. “Maybe it’s time you finally knew.”
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🕰️ A Past Long Buried
Twenty years ago, the world was gripped by racial conflict. The Tabaxi were hunted—branded as remnants of wild clans unworthy of magic.
But one refused to bow: Lyssia Veyr, the Voidwind Swordswoman — warrior of shadow and space.
Back then, Real had been a young captain of an elite human battalion. They met on what was meant to be a battlefield... but instead, it became a beginning.
> “She was supposed to be the enemy. But when I saw her… I knew I’d met someone different.”
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🌑 A Forbidden Love
Lyssia and Real formed a bond behind the frontlines. They shared spells, scars, and a dream — a world where strength wasn’t measured by bloodline or race.
> “She taught me that honor doesn't come from noble blood… but from the courage to stand on the right side, even when you stand alone.”
But their secret was exposed. Lyssia was betrayed by her own kind and hunted by ancient magic enforcers.
> “I tried to save her. But I was too late. She sacrificed herself… and left me one final message.”
Real opened a small locket he always kept close.
Inside was a worn photo of Lyssia smiling… and a single strand of silver-white hair, beginning to fade.
> “If one day my blood is lost, and the world searches for light again… make sure she doesn’t die alone.”
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🌀 The Truth Revealed
Angeline sat frozen.
> “So… you knew her. You… loved her.”
Real nodded, his eyes rimmed with red.
> “And you… you have the same fire in your eyes.”
She took the locket in her hands. It was warm. Strange… yet her soul recognized the presence inside.
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🌙 End of Chapter
As night fell, Angeline stood alone in the academy courtyard.
But now, her steps were surer. Because the past was no longer a burden…
It was a flame to follow.
> “Lyssia… if I am your echo, then this time—I’ll finish the story you once began.”
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