POV: Myra, Auren, Seris
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> "Not all threads lead forward. Some pull you back into a past you never lived… and a truth you were never meant to know."
— Fragment of the Moon's Loom
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[Scene: The Forest of Virelen — After the Moon Crack]
The cracked moon stared down like an eye too tired to blink.
Myra sat by the embers of their fire, clutching her spiral mark, her breathing ragged. The symbol had changed — subtly — but unmistakably. An inward curl, like something... closing in on itself.
Across from her, Auren paced.
"We need to move," he muttered, eyes scanning the tree line. "That was no dream. The Spiral responded to something. Something massive."
Myra didn't respond. Her hand was bleeding.
The spiral had cut her.
And when she blinked—
She saw a woman with silver tears.
A hand raised in betrayal.
A crown shattered.
And her name, whispered through ages:
> "Moonborn."
She stumbled back, her breath catching.
"What did you see?" Auren asked, kneeling beside her.
> "Us," she whispered. "But not just us. A place… a loom of threads… and someone else was weaving it."
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[Scene: The Looming Memory — A Vision Shared]
That night, they both dreamt the same thing.
A hall of infinite mirrors.
Threads of light crisscrossing from ceiling to floor.
And in the center — a girl with Elara's eyes, bound in crimson thread.
She looked at them, mouth sewn shut, eyes begging for release.
A shadow approached behind her. Seris.
She whispered one word:
> "Truth."
Then everything burned.
They woke at the same time — gasping, clawing at the air. Their hands were entangled in real crimson threads.
And branded onto their palms was a new mark: a loom within a crescent moon.
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[Scene: Seris's Sanctum — The Threads of Deceit]
Far away, in her sanctum hidden beyond realms, Seris stood before a basin of moonwater.
In its depths danced visions: Myra. Auren. Elara. The Spiral Codex.
> "So the weave awakens," she murmured.
She turned to her sister's portrait — the Moon Queen.
"I warned you, didn't I? One twin would save us. The other would burn the stars."
She sliced her palm. Blood dripped into the basin.
> "And yet, you bound them both."
A shadow stepped beside her — cloaked, faceless.
> "Shall I cut their thread?"
Seris smiled.
> "No. Let them pull it themselves. The lie must unfold naturally."
She held up a strand of crimson thread and looped it thrice.
> "Because in the end… they'll beg me to sever it."
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[Scene: The Whispering Vale — Truth Beckons]
Auren and Myra journeyed to the Whispering Vale — a place their map didn't show but the Spiral led them to.
As they entered the mists, voices echoed:
> "Child of the Spiral…"
"You who were never meant to meet…"
"This is the price of broken prophecy."
Each step forward pulled at their memories.
Myra saw flashes of a childhood in a moonlit palace — not real, yet familiar.
Auren heard a lullaby no one had sung, yet it echoed in his bones.
At the heart of the Vale stood a tree with no leaves — only threads.
One for each life. One for each truth.
And theirs… were knotted together.
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[Scene: Revelation — The First Moonborn]
A voice echoed from the spiral.
Not male. Not female.
Not mortal.
> "You seek truth, and yet wear a crown of lies.
One of you was born of love. The other… was born of necessity."
> "Only one of you is truly Moonborn."
The tree's bark split.
And from it emerged a vision:
A woman giving birth beneath the fractured moon…
Two children screaming in sync…
One branded with a spiral, the other with a crown.
Myra stepped back.
> "Which of us was—?"
The voice cut her off.
> "To know is to fracture.
To remember is to become what fate feared."
The vision vanished.
And in its place… a door made of starlight.
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[Final Scene: The Door Opens]
As Myra reached for the door, Auren grabbed her hand.
"We don't know what's behind it."
She looked at him, eyes steady.
"We have to know. Or Seris will always know more than we do."
The Spiral pulsed.
The door creaked open.
And what they saw inside…
…was a world before the moon ever cracked.
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✅ End of Chapter 13
Next Chapter: Before the Moon: The Kingdom that Time Forgot
(A look into the forgotten age of lunar unity, the true origin of the Spiral, and the lovers who first defied fate.)