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Chapter 1:
The stars had never looked so dim.
I stood on the balcony of my chambers, the cool night air tugging at my silver hair, the shimmering towers of Astralia glowing faintly beneath me. The moonlight cast its usual calm over the kingdom, but it did nothing to quiet the storm inside me.
This is wrong.
My hands rested on the crystal railing, fingers gripping tighter than they needed to. My gaze followed the constellations above—the same ones I had memorized as a child, their patterns etched into my very magic. Tonight, even they seemed uneasy, their glow dulled by the shadow of war brewing just beyond the borders.
The council’s decision still rang in my ears: demand answers from the Thorned, or prepare for war.
War.
I clenched my jaw, the word itself a sharp blade against my thoughts. The Thorned weren’t just a distant enemy; they were chaos incarnate, destroyers of everything they touched. For years, they had sent storms to ravage our fields, their wild magic leaving scars on both our lands and our people. And now, they had grown bold enough to strike closer to home.
The thought sent a jolt of anger through me. My father and the council saw this mission as a diplomatic formality, but I knew better. If the Thorned truly had unleashed chaos storms near the border, diplomacy was a fool’s errand.
I exhaled sharply, trying to steady myself. The wind carried the faint scent of Astralia’s blooming starlight flowers, but even that familiar comfort couldn’t calm me. Somewhere in the distance, the palace bells chimed midnight.
A faint flicker of green light caught my attention, slicing through the darkness.
I froze.
The glow pulsed once, twice, before vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. My eyes narrowed, scanning the horizon. The stars themselves seemed to recoil, their steady light flickering as if something unnatural had disrupted them.
“What in the—”
A sound below—soft, deliberate, like the crunch of footsteps on gravel.
My pulse quickened. I turned, leaning over the balcony railing to peer into the palace gardens. The shadows shifted, the faint glow of Astralia’s starlight flowers barely illuminating the figure moving among them.
Someone was here.
Not just someone—an intruder.
My fingers tingled as I summoned a sliver of celestial magic, the glow soft and steady in my palm. It wouldn’t be enough to startle anyone familiar with combat, but it would be enough to light my path. As I stepped back from the balcony, my thoughts raced.
Could it be one of them? The Thorned?
The idea was laughable. No one crossed the borders of Astralia without detection—not even the Thorned, with their infamous nature magic. But as I slipped silently through the corridor toward the garden stairs, doubt gnawed at the edges of my certainty.
The garden was eerily quiet when I arrived. The air here was different—heavier, almost alive, as if the plants themselves were holding their breath. My magic pulsed faintly in my hand, casting shadows that danced against the hedges.
That’s when I saw him.
He stood at the heart of the garden, his back to me, silhouetted by the faint green glow that still lingered in the air. His dark cloak billowed faintly in the breeze, his figure tall and unnervingly still. The vines at his feet seemed to writhe, coiling and uncoiling with a life of their own.
I didn’t need to see his face to know who he was.
Kael Thornhart.
My magic flared instinctively, the soft glow in my hand hardening into a blade of light. “You have some nerve,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “To set foot in Astralia uninvited.”
He turned slowly, and I hated how calm he looked—like he belonged here, like the chaos he carried didn’t taint everything it touched. His dark hair fell over his eyes, which glinted with something unreadable.
“Princess Eira.” His voice was low, smooth, and laced with mockery. “I see the rumors are true. The Celestials really do glow with all their self-righteousness.”
I stepped closer, my blade raised. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, his gaze swept the garden, as if he had all the time in the world. “Nice flowers,” he said lazily. “Though I expected something… grander from the great Astralia.”
My grip tightened. “I won’t ask again.”
His smile didn’t waver, but the vines at his feet did. They coiled tighter, twisting up his boots like snakes ready to strike. “I was curious,” he said finally, his tone almost bored. “I heard whispers that your kingdom is preparing for war. I thought I’d see for myself just how prepared you are.”
“You’re lying.”
He raised an eyebrow, as if my words amused him. “Am I?”
The tension crackled between us, sharper than any blade. I could feel his magic now—wild, untamed, like the storm he embodied. It clashed against my own, the steady hum of starlight in my veins pushing back against the chaos.
“You’ve made a mistake coming here,” I said.
He took a step closer, his smile fading into something more serious. “And you’ve made a mistake thinking you can face what’s coming on your own.”
For a moment, his words caught me off guard. I wanted to dismiss them, to cut through his arrogance with a single strike, but something in his eyes stopped me. There was no malice there, no triumph—only a warning.
The ground beneath us shifted suddenly, the vines tightening as the glow of my magic intensified. My instincts screamed at me to move, to strike, to do something—
But before I could react, the stars above us dimmed, and the world was swallowed by shadow.
The darkness pressed in like a living thing. The stars—my stars—were gone, their light snuffed out as if they had abandoned me entirely. I clenched my jaw, gripping the blade of celestial magic in my hand tighter, its faint glow the only source of light in the void.
“What did you do?” I hissed, my voice low but razor-sharp.
Kael Thornhart’s silhouette shifted, his movements slow and deliberate. “Me?” he said, his tone dripping with feigned innocence. “I thought you Celestials were the ones who could manipulate light. This isn’t my doing.”
His calmness grated against my nerves. My heart was pounding in my chest, but I refused to show him my unease. Whatever this was—whatever unnatural force had extinguished the stars—it was not something I could let him see me falter against.
“You expect me to believe this isn’t your magic?” I demanded, the blade in my hand burning brighter as I stepped closer to him.
Kael tilted his head, his dark eyes catching the faint glow of my weapon. “If it were, Princess, you wouldn’t still be standing.”
A sharp retort rose to my lips, but before I could spit it out, the ground beneath us trembled. The vines at his feet recoiled, their movements suddenly frantic. I staggered, bracing myself as the air grew heavier, the shadows thickening around us.
Something was coming.
Kael’s expression shifted, his usual mask of arrogance replaced with something that looked dangerously like concern. He raised a hand, his magic pulsing faintly as the vines around him surged to life, forming a protective barrier.
“Stay close,” he said, his voice lower now, almost urgent.
I stared at him, disbelief and suspicion warring within me. “You must be joking.”
“This isn’t the time for your stubbornness,” he snapped, his gaze darting toward the darkness. “Whatever this is, it’s not after just me.”
Before I could argue, a deafening roar shattered the silence.
The sound was inhuman, raw and guttural, and it sent a shiver down my spine. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement—a hulking shadow, its shape shifting and unnatural, tearing through the garden with impossible speed.
I didn’t hesitate. The blade of light in my hand flared, and I hurled it toward the creature. It struck true, the glow slicing through the darkness, but instead of falling, the thing twisted unnaturally and kept coming.
“Great,” Kael muttered. “You’ve made it angrier.”
“I didn’t see you doing anything!” I shot back, summoning another blade.
Kael didn’t respond. Instead, he raised his hands, his magic surging as the ground beneath us erupted in a tangle of thorns and vines. They lashed out at the creature, wrapping around its limbs and holding it in place—at least for a moment.
“This isn’t going to hold,” he said through gritted teeth, his focus entirely on the creature.
“No kidding,” I muttered, my mind racing.
The creature was unlike anything I had ever seen—a swirling mass of shadow and teeth, its form constantly shifting as if it couldn’t decide what it wanted to be. It snarled and thrashed, its sheer presence radiating an unnatural, suffocating energy that made my magic feel sluggish.
But I wasn’t about to let it win.
I raised both hands, drawing on the starlight that still lingered deep within me. It was faint, a mere flicker compared to its usual brilliance, but it was enough. A glowing sigil formed in the air before me, its intricate lines pulsating with power.
“Move,” I ordered Kael, my voice steady despite the chaos around us.
To my surprise, he didn’t argue. He stepped back, the vines retreating as the sigil blazed brighter. The creature lunged toward me, its shadowy form twisting, but I released the sigil’s energy before it could reach me.
The light exploded outward, a wave of pure starlight that tore through the darkness. The creature let out a deafening screech, its form disintegrating under the force of the blast.
When the light faded, the garden was silent once more.
I exhaled shakily, lowering my hands as I surveyed the damage. The once-pristine hedges were charred and twisted, the ground littered with scorched vines and debris.
Kael was leaning against a tree, his arms crossed as he studied me with a mixture of amusement and wariness. “Not bad, Princess,” he said. “Though you might want to work on your aim next time.”
I shot him a glare, my magic still pulsing faintly in my hands. “What was that thing?”
Kael’s expression darkened, the humor fading from his eyes. “Not one of mine, if that’s what you’re asking.”
I didn’t believe him—not entirely—but there was something in his tone that made me hesitate. He wasn’t lying, at least not about this.
“Then what was it?” I pressed.
Kael looked past me, his gaze distant. “Something worse.”
The weight of his words settled heavily in the air between us. Whatever that creature had been, it wasn’t just a random attack. It felt… deliberate.
“I need answers,” I said finally, turning to face him fully.
Kael met my gaze, his expression unreadable. “So do I. But if you think you can get them on your own, you’re more naive than I thought.”
I bristled at his tone, but before I could retort, another sound reached my ears—the distant chime of the palace bells.
The guards were coming.
“We’re not done,” I said, stepping closer to him.
Kael’s lips quirked into a faint smirk. “Looking forward to it.”
And with that, he disappeared with the wind, leaving me alone in the ruined garden, the weight of what had just happened pressing heavily on my shoulders.
The stars above flickered faintly, their light returning, but they felt farther away than ever.