Fairy tales often speak of love and happiness… but this tale is written in the flames of hatred and destruction.
Serenphile and Clara twin sisters.
They laughed together, cried together.
Their mother and father loved them deeply.
The entire palace echoed with their giggles and innocent joy.
"Seren, come now… it's getting dark. It's not safe to stay outside."
Lilith called out to the children.
The twins were still playing in the garden, chasing butterflies, their laughter blending with the scent of fresh blooms that filled the palace air.
Servants were busy preparing dinner, and the King was in his court.
But fate had other plans.
Suddenly
A blinding blue light burst into the garden, powerful and strange.
It wrapped the entire garden in its glow.
A swirling portal opened in the air, and from it stepped out an old man cloaked in mystery.
There was no warmth in his eyes. No mercy.
He walked straight toward the girls…
And without a word, snatched Clara into his arms the elder sister and turned back toward the portal.
Seren fell to the ground, screaming, tears soaking the earth.
Her cries pierced the silence of the kingdom.
The old man turned once… and in a cold, hollow voice, he said:
"Wait for me… One day, I will return."
And then he vanished.
Taking Clara with him…
Taking away the light from Seren's life…
Taking away the sister who was never seen again.
Serenphile's parents searched desperately for Clara.
They traveled across the cosmos
To every corner of the universe,
Through realms of fire, wind, and stars
But Clara was nowhere to be found.
As if the universe itself had swallowed her whole.
In her absence, Serenphile missed her terribly.
The memories of their childhood lingered like echoes in her heart.
But time…
Time has a strange way of dulling pain.
Now, Serenphile was fifteen.
And the time had come
The moment every young angel awaits
To awaken the true powers within her.
In this world, every angel is born with a unique gift.
Some control wind, some fire…
And a rare few are blessed with the power of the stars
The most powerful force of all.
To discover her true strength, Lilith performed the sacred ritual.
Serenphile stood still as her hands were dipped into the enchanted waters of the Thunder World
A glowing pool said to reflect an angel's destiny.
For a moment, the water was still.
Then… it shimmered.
Tiny orbs of light rose from the surface
Spinning stars, swirling around Serenphile's arms.
Lilith's eyes widened.
The water had revealed it
Serenphile held the power to command the stars,
To draw strength from constellations,
To bend celestial energy to her will.
A gift bestowed upon only one in a thousand years.
But Lilith couldn't help but wonder…
Would this power heal Serenphile's broken heart?
Or… would it awaken something far more dangerous?