POV: Lyra Darkflame (Age: 3) Location: Tower of Eravell, Celestial Realm
The gardens of the High Tower bloomed with radiant color year-round — golden lilies that whispered hymns, skyglass butterflies that flitted like starlight, and trees that bore fruit glowing with inner divinity.
It was beautiful.
It was fake.
Lyra stood alone near the edge of the terrace, dressed in fine robes woven with celestial thread, her silver-streaked black hair tied with ribbons of light. Her violet eyes, bright and intelligent, scanned the horizon far beyond the mountains of the realm.
She didn't cry. She never had. Even when she was a baby.
The priestesses called her a miracle. The Archon of the Eravell Tower claimed she was a gift from the Divine Core. But deep in her chest, Lyra felt a hollow thrum — not of grace, but of waiting.
System Interface — Controlled Mode (Observer Access)
Name: Lyra Eravell
Age: 3
Bloodline: Celestial (Falsified)
True Bloodline (Suppressed): Dark Flame – Celestial Variant (Dormant)
System Access: Restricted – Observer Mode
Class: None
Soul State: Passive Harmony
System Notes: Emotional intelligence abnormal. Awareness beyond assigned age.
Memory Fragments Suppressed: 92%
Only the highest administrators could see her real system. To the tower, she was just another blessed child — another potential vessel for ascension.
But she knew better.
Because she could see her own system.
Even if only faintly. Even if only when no one watched. Sometimes, when the golden rings around her crib spun, when her eyes glazed over while humming to herself, the true glyphs would flicker in the shadows behind her mind.
And they scared her. Not because of what they said, but because of what they promised.
Bloodline Effect Detected — Passive Dual Affinity Syncing: Light & Shadow.Warning: Bloodline Stability Unknown.Suppression Lock Integrity: 87% Host Soul Drift Rate: Increasing…
That last phrase — soul drift — was one she didn't understand.
But the dreams were growing stronger.
A voice.
A boy.
Red eyes.
He was in pain. But not weak. He was always fighting. Struggling. Crawling through a place of cold dirt and blood.
And when she reached out in her dreams, their fingertips almost touched.
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POV: Archon Thaleas, Celestial Tower Administrator
From the scrying pool beneath the observatory dome, the Archon observed Lyra's movements with studied detachment. His wings were folded neatly behind his back, his robes pure white, untouched by dust or age.
"She sees," he murmured to the attendants.
One nodded nervously. "At three years old… she's bypassed passive system access."
"Not bypassed," he corrected. "Awakened."
The priests around him shuddered.
"No celestial child should possess that degree of willpower. Especially not one without a designated class."
The Archon stared into the pool, narrowing his silver eyes.
"There's something about her bloodline… we were wrong to assume she was one of ours."
"But the Eravell imprint—"
"Is a mask. And masks crack."
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POV: Lyra (Later That Night)
She sat in bed, surrounded by floating lights that whispered bedtime chants.
But she wasn't sleeping.
Instead, she extended her hand toward the empty ceiling, fingers trembling. In her dream from the night before, the boy — her brother — had been hurt. Surrounded by shadows. Bleeding. But still breathing.
"I'll find you," she whispered.
Then, for the first time, her locket pulsed — faint, hidden deep in her robes, forbidden to be touched by others. The faint sigil of a flame — black on one half, silver on the other — shimmered before vanishing into mist.
And her system flickered fully alive for the briefest moment.
System Access Unlocked: 3.2 Seconds
Name: Lyra Darkflame
Bloodline Core Detected: Celestial-Dark Flame Hybrid
Passive Trait Unlocked: "Balanced Singularity"
Effect: Can stabilize or corrupt divine or dark essence. Absorbs ambient energy from both light and shadow.Class Options Detected: Lightborne Heir / Fatebinder / Scion of Singularity
[Trace Match: 1 — Brother Pattern Located: 19.7% Match Rate]Target Location: Unknown. Realm Estimate: Tier 0–1.
Then the system forcibly shut itself down.
Lyra gasped and clutched her chest.
But she wasn't afraid.
She smiled.
She finally knew the boy in her dreams was real.
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POV: Kael (Age 4 — Dream Link, Faint Connection)
The lowest realm was burning again. Another raid. Another monster ambush.
Kael sat beneath a half-crushed tree, blood on his cheeks, his small wooden weapon shattered beside him. Garron would be looking for him, but Kael didn't move. His heartbeat was loud — not from fear, but because something new was stirring in his head.
A faint warmth.
A girl's voice, almost a song.
"You're not alone."
His vision blurred — and for a second, he saw stars.
Then it was gone.
And something inside him whispered:
Trace Detected. Link: Soul Twin.
Kael didn't know what it meant.
But he whispered anyway, into the shadows:
"I'll find you too."
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POV: Archon Thaleas (Final)
The glass around the observation chamber cracked — without warning.
The Archon stared at the report from the artifact sensors.
Celestial Integrity Breach — Subject: LyraPotential Bloodline Identity Conflict
Soul Drift Synced With External Unknown
He muttered a curse not taught in scripture.
"Prepare a system soul-locking ritual."
The priest blinked. "But… she's just a child."
"And the deadliest ones always are."
End of Chapter 4