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The name lingered in the air, woven between the threads of silence.
Kaelith.
Elysia repeated it in her mind, letting the sound settle against her senses like a melody she had never heard before but somehow recognized. It fit him in a way that was almost unsettling—like a name that had existed long before he had spoken it.
Still catching her breath, she studied him.
Kaelith.
The boy pulled from the void.
The one who wasn’t supposed to exist.
He stood beneath the fractured sky, his presence both ethereal and impossibly real. The starlight no longer flickered around him as wildly as before, but the air still felt charged, as if the cosmos itself was holding its breath.
Elysia swallowed hard, her voice quiet.
"You remembered."
Kaelith glanced at her, his expression unreadable. His fingers flexed at his side, as if testing the weight of something invisible. "I think so."
He spoke the words cautiously, as though they might dissolve if he held them too tightly.
But something had changed.
The golden thread between them, the fragile bond that had flickered like a dying ember, now pulsed with a soft, rhythmic glow. It was still thin, still unsteady—but it no longer wavered like it would disappear at any moment.
It had rooted itself.
A chill ran down Elysia’s spine.
"This isn't supposed to happen."
The Celestara were bound by the will of the stars. Their connections were written in constellations long before they were born. The Luminis Bond was sacred, an unbreakable tether granted only to those destined for each other.
And yet, here she stood.
Tied to someone who was not written in the stars.
To someone who should not even exist.
Elysia took a step back, her thoughts racing. She needed answers.
Kaelith must have sensed her turmoil because his gaze sharpened. "What is this bond?" he asked, gesturing to the thread of light between them.
She hesitated. How could she explain something that defied everything she had ever been taught?
"It’s... a connection," she said carefully. "One that shouldn’t be here."
Kaelith frowned. "And yet, it is."
Elysia let out a slow breath, her fingers curling into fists. "I need to go."
Kaelith stiffened slightly, but he said nothing.
She turned away, her mind a storm of questions. She needed to speak to the Elders—needed to understand how a bond could form between her and someone like him.
As she moved, the golden thread stretched between them.
It didn’t break.
Elysia’s breath caught. The bond wasn’t just a flicker of illusion—it had anchored itself to her.
Kaelith was bound to her now.
And she to him.
The realization sent a pulse of unease through her.
But before she could take another step, Kaelith’s voice stopped her.
"Wait."
Something in his tone made her pause.
She turned slightly, only to find his gaze fixed upward. His golden-flecked eyes shimmered with something distant, something wary.
Elysia followed his gaze—
And her breath hitched.
Above them, the stars were moving.
Not in their slow, ancient dance that stretched across eternity.
No.
They were shifting. Rearranging. As if rewriting their very order.
And somewhere, deep within the cosmos, a new constellation flickered into being.
A name whispered through the night—
A prophecy waiting to be rewritten.
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