She was never meant to remember.
Not the stars that once bowed to her voice.
Not the blade that drank fate at her command.
Not the war that ended worlds.
Miren was meant to live quietly, hidden inside a city of crystal and light where nothing dangerous was allowed to survive—especially not truth. In Lyrien, memory is a luxury, and the past is carefully curated by those in power. Miren spends her days in the Archives, copying ancient scrolls that speak of heroes long dead and empires long buried, never suspecting that her own blood carries a story far more terrifying than anything she has ever transcribed.
She is nobody.
That is what she has been taught.
That is what the world wants her to be.
Until the day the sword wakes.
Deep beneath the High Ring of Lyrien, sealed inside crystal older than the empire itself, lies a relic that once decided the fate of heaven and earth: Arkel, the Star-Bound Blade. It has not answered to anyone in centuries. Kingdoms have risen and fallen while it slept. Dynasties have been built upon the lie that its power is gone.
Then Miren touches the crystal.
And Arkel answers.
The moment the blade recognizes her, everything changes. The air shatters. Ancient wards collapse. And a voice older than memory stirs inside her mind, calling her by a name she does not remember but somehow knows is hers.
Not Miren.
Mirael.
The girl who was erased.
The woman who once ruled the stars.
Bound to a weapon that can cut destiny itself, Miren becomes the most dangerous secret in the world. The Celestial Empire that governs Lyrien does not know whether to crown her, cage her, or kill her. The High Council sees her not as a person, but as a variable—something that could unmake everything they control.
Beyond the city's crystal walls, others are already moving.
Cults who worship the falling sky whisper her name in dark forests. Kings sharpen their blades. Oracles who read the future feel the stars begin to bend in ways they do not understand—and that terrifies them. Because if the future can change, so can power.
And Miren is a walking fracture in fate.
She doesn't want to be a weapon.
She doesn't want to be a queen.
She doesn't want to be anything more than a girl who was finally starting to exist.
But the past does not stay buried just because someone bled to hide it.
As Arkel's voice grows stronger inside her, fragments of another life bleed through her dreams—visions of burning skies, shattered thrones, and a man who loved her so deeply that he died to protect what she once was. A man whose blood still walks the world… and now stands beside her.
Seren is a Guardian of the Empire, sworn to protect Miren—or destroy her if she becomes too dangerous. He is disciplined, loyal, and haunted by a legacy he barely understands. What neither of them realizes is that his bloodline was bound to Mirael long before Miren was ever born, and their fates were woven together in a war that nearly destroyed everything.
The world calls Mirael a tyrant.
History remembers her as a monster who tried to rule fate itself.
But history was written by those who feared her.
Before she was a legend, Mirael was a refugee.
Before she was a queen, she was a child taken by priests and forced to prove her worth beneath a throne that broke minds and devoured souls.
Before she shattered empires, she was a girl who learned that power was the only thing that kept people from hurting her.
The realms that now hunt Miren helped create Mirael.
Astraea, where children are discarded if the stars do not bless them.
Vaelor, where strength is measured in blood and conquest.
Obsidra, where death is worshiped.
Thyren, where nature is twisted into control.
And Elyndra itself, which crowned a traumatized girl with the power of the heavens and called it destiny.
They all wanted her power.
None of them wanted her humanity.
So Mirael did what no ruler had ever done before.
She broke herself.
She sealed her memories, her identity, and her grief inside Arkel and hid her own soul inside a new life—Miren—so the world would never have to face what it had turned her into.
But secrets rot.
And now, hunted by empires, stalked by cultists, and watched by gods who remember what she was capable of, Miren is being forced to choose whether she will become the thing history fears… or the woman who finally refuses to be shaped by it.
Because the Star-Bound Blade does not obey anyone.
It only answers to her.
And the name it whispers is one the world was never meant to hear.
Mirael.
Some legends are born.
Others are buried.
And pray the stars have mercy on you…
if you are the one who digs them up.