Alari stood.
She hadn't meant to.Her body moved like a leaf caught in wind—light, slow, certain.
The stars above twisted, forming spirals that bled into blackness.
Kael rose beside her. Seren reached for her bow.Vaelrix unsheathed his blade—but held it low.
"Alari?" Kael asked.
She didn't answer.
🕯️ She Speaks—But Not Alone
Her voice was layered.
It was hers…and someone else's.
"I remember a light that wasn't warmth, but trust.""I remember standing beside a throne… and feeling forgotten before I ever turned.""I didn't fall to destroy. I fell… because I was unseen."
"I once held a name that meant Hope After Dawn."
Her eyes glowed brighter—silver edged in dusk.
"But I gave it away."
🌍 The World Reacts
The trees around them began to twist.
Not burn.Not rot.Just… forget what they were.
A squirrel blinked and turned into mist.The stones reshaped themselves into letters no one could read.
Kael gasped.
"It's not her doing this.The voice is calling the Veil's memory back to her."
Seren:
"You mean she's… pulling the past into the present?"
Vaelrix:
"No.The past is remembering itself… through her."
🌫️ The Voice's Final Message
Alari collapsed to her knees, eyes wide, tears flowing.
The voice inside her said one last thing—clear, powerful, achingly human:
"Tell Him…I didn't want to be forgotten.I didn't mean to become this."
"Tell Elarion…my name…was Lioren."
And the world shattered.
🧩 The Aftermath
A blast of silent light pulsed out in all directions—cleansing, confusing, and filled with emotion.
The trees returned. The mist faded.
But in the center of it all, Alari knelt.Shaking. Crying.
Kael wrapped her in his arms.Seren stood guard.Vaelrix didn't speak—just watched the stars slowly realign.