Whispers of the Veil – Episode 1: "Born Under Two Moons"
Part 1: The Night of Omens
The ancient forest of Elun'Thalas whispered with more than wind the night Eldrin Moonveil was born. Leaves rustled secrets. Roots trembled beneath the earth. The moonlight itself felt… watchful.
Above the emerald canopies of silver birch and starlight-slicked evergreens, two moons glowed in perfect symmetry—Selûne, the eternal watcher, and a second, ghostly twin, unnamed and long forgotten. Not seen for over ten thousand years, it pulsed with pale energy, casting an eerie twin-shadow beneath every tree.
In the heart of the forest stood the Grove of Names, a sacred glade only opened for births destined to echo across centuries. The birch trees here bore no fruit, no leaves—only etched names, scribed in Elvish with silver flame: names of children born under divine signs, touched by fates not their own.
And now, on this twin-mooned night, the grove bloomed again.
Cries of pain echoed as Ilyrana Veilwind, a noble elf of one of Elun'Thalas's oldest houses, gave birth among glowing roots and whispering trees. Her long silver hair clung to her brow, wet with sweat and sacred oil. Druids surrounded her in silence, their chants more ancient than memory.
Maerion, High Seer of the Grove, held her hand. "He comes," he whispered. "He is not like the others."
Ilyrana screamed—and the wind howled with her.
Lightning did not strike, but instead flowed upward from the earth into the sky, as if the land itself was announcing a change. The moment the child emerged into the world, the air hummed—a low note that vibrated in the teeth and bones of every elf in the grove. Time itself paused.
The boy did not cry at first.
He simply stared up, wide-eyed, at the twin moons overhead.
Eyes that shifted in color like a storm on still water—grey, violet, indigo. Skin pale, nearly translucent. And a crown of white hair, already thick, soft as moonlight woven with snow.
When at last he cried, every tree in the grove shimmered—blooming in winter, shedding in summer colors, catching fire like autumn. In that moment, the grove showed all four seasons at once.
The druids fell silent. One whispered the omen aloud:
"When twin moons cast twin shadows,
A soul born shall walk in many skins.
A veil shall break, and blood shall awaken."
The newborn's name was spoken not by his mother, but by the trees themselves:
"Eldrin."
Part 2: The Sealed Name(Coming Next)