In the peaceful duchy of Zahiraeth , where wildflowers bloomed across endless meadows and rivers shimmered like silver ribbons, lived Lady Aarchel, the youngest daughter of Duke Draken. Born into nobility, Aarchel never cared for jewels or dances. She lived a simple life, rising early to help the servants bake bread, reading under the willow tree with her younger siblings, and writing stories in her leather-bound journal with ink-stained fingers.
She wrote tales of valor, of love and sorrow, of fierce heroines who faced monsters not just with swords, but with grace and grit. Her writing was her world—a place where she could be free.
But Aarchel's quiet joy drew the attention of darkness.
A powerful witch named Mariam, banished centuries ago from the Kingdom of barren or desert as Naymareth , As She begun to regain her strength. She looked upon Aarchel's heart and saw both light and vulnerability. A heart like that, full of love and loss, made a perfect target.
And Mariam wasn't the only one who had her eye on Aarchel.
In the distant Kingdom of Winter Thryngar, lived Teniya—a woman of noble blood, seductive charm, and cold ambition. Years ago, Teniya had loved the same man Aarchel did Sir Theodore, a knight of great honor. But he had chosen Aarchel, drawn to her warmth and spirit, leaving Teniya humiliated and bitter.
That old wound still burned, and Teniya had made a deadly alliance—with Mariam.
Their plot unfurled like black silk.
First came the dreams. Aarchel's stories began writing themselves at night—dark, twisted tales she had no memory of creating. Then came the tragedy: her elder sister, Mary, was found turned to stone beneath the great willow tree where they used to read. And Theodore... he disappeared during a mission near the kingdom of Winter Thryngar. Rumors spoke of a betrayal—of his soul being bound by a witch's kiss.
Grief threatened to break Aarchel. Her soft heart wept. But beneath that gentleness was iron. She would not let darkness win.
With quill in hand and fury in her soul, Aarchel uncovered ancient magic once used by story-weavers—mages who shaped fate with ink and will. She poured her pain into parchment, binding words to reality. Every story she wrote now carried power. Every chapter, a spell.
She declared herself an enemy of both Mariam and Teniya. No longer just a duke's daughter, she became a myth—a ghost in the night, writing justice into being.
In the ruins of the old temple near Thryngar , Aarchel faced Teniya. The witch laughed at her.
"He chose you once," Teniya sneered, "but love is weakness. And I will take everything you ever loved."
Aarchel's voice was calm but sharp. "Then it's time I write your ending."
With her final tale, Aarchel didn't seek revenge. She wrote redemption—for herself, for Theodore, and even for the girl Teniya once was. Her story shattered the spell, freed Theodore's soul, and banished Mariam back into shadow
Teniya fled, broken and silent, her magic lost.
Aarchel returned to Zahiraeth not as a girl of quiet dreams—but as a woman of both fire and tenderness. She continued to write—not for vengeance, but to remember. Her novels were not just fiction now; they were living proof that even the softest hearts can fight back—and win.
But there's still a vengeance or revenge towards Aarchel as the Teniya also never back down from her promise and as the Mariam learning more knowledge about her witchcraft as both of them are returning back to Zahiraeth so will the Aarchel able to defeat and defend for herself? What will happen next ?