Episode 01
WARING: THE CONTENT MAY CONTAIN SOME VIOLENT SCENES!!!
A battlefield, silent. Charred steel. Crimson snow. The scent of gunpowder and blood
Not after the last shot. Not after the last scream. Not after her body went still in his arms
Astraeus Grace stood alone, surrounded by the wreckage of what used to be a hidden fortress. Smoke curled from broken concrete. The fire was dying, but the warmth hadn’t reached him. It never did.
Lyra, his partner in crime, his best friend lay where he’d knelt. Eyes half-lidded. Blood crusted in her hair. Her lips parted like she still had something to say.
He’d waited. He always waited. But the dead never answered.
He’d killed them all — her killers. Every last one. He didn’t remember doing it. One minute, he was holding her. The next, he was covered in blood that wasn’t hers. Or his.
And yet… there was still a sound. Faint. Fragile.
His eyes snapped toward the far corridor. His boots crushed glass and ash as he moved.
Mei-Lan Nazayoka
*coughing blood violently*
Mei-Lan Nazayoka
*broken on the floor. Barely breathing. Her body bent like a collapsed sculpture, blood pooling beneath her ribs. In her arms, a bundle wrapped in silk and ash*
Mei-Lan Nazayoka
*looked up at him — no fear, just something deeper*
Mei-Lan Nazayoka
💭 Maybe it’s my guilt. Maybe it’s mercy. Maybe a mother’s final instinct to make the world right before she left it. But I need to protect Meo..
Mei-Lan Nazayoka
*voice cracked, barely a whisper* Don’t let her die… please…
Astraeus (15 years)
*looking at her emotionless*
Astraeus (15 years)
*looks at the baby in her arms*
Baby Meoko
*peeks up and stops crying*
Astraeus (15 years)
*picked her up*
Astraeus (15 years)
💭 She was so small.. So warm against.. So tiny.. So soft..
A single snowflake. White, perfect, and slow.
Astraeus (15 years)
*landed on his shoulder*
Baby Meoko
*then it landed on her cheek*
The sky, for one breathless second, forgot the blood and remembered winter.
The first snow of the year.
Astraeus (15 years)
*stared at the child in his arms, eyes as dark as coal. For the first time since Lyra’s death, he felt something. A pull. A name*
Astraeus (15 years)
My Snowflake
Not her name by blood. But hers by fate
Eira — the snow that fell on fire
Astraeus
*jerks awake in bed*
Tiny footsteps pad down the hallway
Eiralyn
Dadda… had a bad dream
Astraeus
*pulls the blanket aside, and gets out of bed*
Astraeus
Come here, snowflake..
It’s me again <(￣︶￣)>
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