Chapter 1

...𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄...

...𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜...

ᴵᵐᵃᵍᵉ ¹• ᴬⁱ ᴳᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ•

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭

A long, long time ago, a war of legendary proportions stirred the very foundations of the world.

It was a time when the hidden forces, which were meant to remain dormant and untouched, erupted in chaos, sending tremors across the entire continent.

A millennium has passed since that fateful conflict, and yet, the true cause of it remains a tale shrouded in mystery. At its heart lay the bitter tension between two ancient and sacred families: the Therheschrialze and the Celestianse.

The story begins with two young lovers from opposing clans—enemies by birth, yet drawn together by a love that defied every law of their kind. History tells us that it was strictly forbidden for any member of these two clans to bear a child together, just as it was forbidden for gods and humans to fall in love. But, as is the way in many old tales, love found a way.

The young lovers defied their fate, and from their union, a child was born. The most unexpected twist, however, was that instead of the child being cast out or despised, it became the center of an all-consuming conflict. Both clans, each believing the child possessed an unimaginable power, fought for its possession—though the nature of this power remained elusive and unknown.

What followed was a six-day, five-night war—its battles fought in shadows and whispers. But now, the story lives only in the murmurs of the elders. Few believe it anymore.

My grandmother once told me that during the war, soldiers from both sides moved through villages unnoticed, their presence unacknowledged by the common folk. The villagers stared at them blankly, unable to comprehend what was happening. When the soldiers tried to explain the war, the villagers laughed and dismissed them as mad, calling them possessed or cursed.

And in that moment, the Celestianse Clan, as though vanishing into thin air, was erased from history. Its name was forgotten, as fleeting and fragile as a soap bubble.

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“Cool, so we’re just… unknown entities now, huh?” Chugar's voice broke the silence, the rain pattering on the muddy road beneath their feet. She had just learned the bitter truth.

Lisn, walking beside her through the storm, didn’t respond right away. The road stretched out in front of them, endless and uncertain. She was lost in thought. Finally, she spoke in a cold, detached tone, "It doesn't matter anymore."

Her words hung in the air, thick and heavy. But before they could settle, both Chugar and Junaia stopped in their tracks. Lisn could feel the weight of their gazes on her, sharp and piercing as daggers.

“Listen, that doesn’t sound like you.”

Junaia’s voice was softer than expected, but the reproach was clear. After a moment, she continued. “You’re the one who always used to say we should restore the reputation and name of our clan. What happened to that?”

Lisn sighed deeply, as though trying to rid herself of a heavy burden. She paused, turning around slowly to face them. Her smile was strained, almost hollow.

“It’s normal for kids to have fantasies, I guess.”

She glanced at Junaia. “We’re just kids, six years old,” she emphasized. “And right now, we're even homeless.”

Her voice hardened as she spoke again, her eyes colder than ever. “The clan I once adored isn’t what I imagined. It’s rotten to the core. Don’t you think?” Her gaze swept over them, challenging them to deny it.

Lisn noticed the subtle tightening of Chugar's lips, the flicker of hurt in her eyes. She knew that Chugar would react, but not like this.

To Lisn’s surprise, Chugar let out a soft laugh, her emerald eyes gleaming with a light that was both defiant and broken. She smiled, but it was the kind of smile that held no warmth.

“Right. Only the three of us are the last ancestors of that ghost clan, not insane like the others.”

A bitter smile twisted Chugar's lips, her body trembling slightly as memories seemed to choke her. “Restoring it? What a waste of time. Those geezers…” She shuddered, biting her lip.

Lisn could see the terror in Chugar’s eyes. She was fighting something dark from the past, something that still haunted her.

“Are you alright?”

Junaia’s voice was filled with concern as she reached out, gently placing a hand on Chugar’s shoulder and pressing her forehead against hers to check her temperature.

Junaia’s face darkened as she looked at Lisn. “Not good. The symptoms are back again. We need to find shelter—now.”

Lisn nodded, feeling a cold unease settle in her chest. As she helped them move, her gaze lingered on Chugar. The sickness that ravaged her body was only the tip of the iceberg. The blood that ran through Chugar’s veins, the blood of their ancestors, was the poison that had brought them here.

They were cursed—not by fate, but by the hands of the very people they had once called family.

‘Rather than restoring the clan,’ Lisn thought bitterly, ‘maybe tearing it apart was the only way to end the suffering.’

𝓣𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓭...

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