Aethryon

🌙🔥 There are stories that were never written in any book. Prophecies that survived only as whispers between realms — too dangerous to be spoken aloud. Aethryon was one of them. His name belonged neither to Heaven nor to Hell. It existed somewhere in between — something even the oldest beings could not fully understand. Raised in the shadow of power, taught control and silence, he became a presence that altered everything it touched. And yet… something began to change. It was not war. Not rebellion. Not an enemy that could be defeated. It was a feeling. Subtle. Elusive. Impossible to ignore. Like the echo of something that should not exist… and yet did. At the same time, far from him, something stirred within her as well. Nythera did not know her true origin. Her life had been calm, almost ordinary — until the dreams began. Of fire that did not burn. Of wings that did not belong to any known being. Of a presence… that felt closer than it should. This was no coincidence. When Aethryon reached the peak of his power, something between realms shifted. An invisible thread, dormant for centuries, began to tighten. And though neither of them understood it yet… Their paths had already begun to intertwine. And when they finally meet — there will be no turning back. "The moon spilled silver over the leaves, and in the air floated a veil of mystery 💞Laurien💞."