Lies in her lips

4

It was the depth of winter across auria Province

It had been an oasis of pristine white, shrouded in powdery snow and bathed in the ethereal glow of the sacred Auria Tree.

Auria Province, preparations were well underway for the coming ‘Life Ceremony’—the sacred rite where the next generation of goddesses would finally be born into the world.

for all the goddess this night means a new successful heir for each families that is why every courtyard had been draped in woven silk banners and shimmering crystals in preparation for the Life Ceremony,

The realm was divided among vast, distinct species, better known throughout the lands as the ‘Clans’. Each clan ruled over its own designated territory, bound by strict borders and ancient traditions that kept the delicate peace alive.

In those days, the world had existed in a delicate, fragile balance among the six great realms.

To the far west stood the Ember Fall Realm, home to the Mortal Clan, they possessed no innate magic, relying instead on soaring stone fortresses, cold steel, and ingenious machinery.

Fearing extinction, they had sealed their iron gates tight, choosing political alliance and fair trades for peace.

Deep within the sapphire trenches of the southern oceans lay the Pelagia Covenant of the Mermaids.

Masters of tidal magic and abyssal sanctuaries, they ruled the deep, untouched and indifferent to the squabbles of land-dwellers.

To the north flourished the Aethelgard Canopy, the enchanted woodland realm of the Fairies.

Neighbors to the Goddess Clan, they channeled raw nature magic and brilliant illusions.

Yet when the sky turned black, their borders were overwhelmed, forcing them to retreat into hiding to preserve their own dying forests.

From the volcanic subterranean spans emerged the Abyssal Syndicate, the dark Demons who commanded chaos magic and raw destruction.

Bound by no law, many had sold their lethal blades as mercenaries to the highest bidder, hungrily awaiting the realm’s collapse.

And then came the Sanguine Dynasty—the Blood Courts of the vampires, led by King Marcus.

The air inside the grand sanctuary of Auria Province had been thick with the sweet, floral perfume of blooming snow-lilies.

High above the crystal courtyard, the Auria Tree—the towering, iridescent source of all goddess life—pulsed with a warm, rhythmic light.

Its massive branches curled like protective arms over the central altar, heavy with luminous buds that opened only once every century.

Young goddess dressed in pure white robes sat in concentric circles around the roots, their voices joining in a soft, harmonizing hymn.

As the eldest princess of moon goddess family, Glaznia stood at the foot of the altar with the most powerful goddess of each family Alexandra, Denise, and Aurora, guiding the sacred chant that would trigger the tree’s final bloom.

For generations, the Auria Tree had been untouchable. Protected by seven ancient barrier runes, its bark was immune to divine magic, and its roots anchored the very life force of the Goddess Clan.

Then, the music abruptly cut short.

“We are under attack!” One of the guards shouted.

A terrifying sound echoed from the sky—not thunder, but the agonizing shriek of ancient barriers shattering like thin glass.

Before anyone could react, the clear winter night turned black as pitch. Thick, suffocating shadows cascaded down from the sky, smothering the glowing canopy of the Auria Tree.

The shimmering snow-lilies withered in seconds as the temperature plummeted into a dead, unnatural freeze.

“Intruders!” a guard shouted, but her voice was instantly cut off by the sickening sound of steel tearing through flesh.

The heavy mahogany doors of the sanctuary exploded inward, sending massive stone splinters raining over the screaming initiates.

Out of the lingering smoke stepped King Marcus, clad in obsidian plate armor that seemed to drink the surrounding light.

crimson mist swirled around his boots, and his dark eyes burned with a ravenous, ancient hunger.

At his flanks stood Commander Dominick and hundreds of Sanguine Dynasty vampires, their fangs fully drawn and eyes glowing a predatory red.

"Stop the ceremony!" Venus shouted the current leader of the goddess clan, her voice echoing across the courtyard as she summoned twin blades of searing light.

"Protect the children!" She added.

"How tragic," Marcus’s voice smooth, velvety, and dripping with malice, echoed through the cavernous hall.

With a flick of Marcus's fingers, the vampire horde surged forward like a tidal wave of liquid darkness.

Chaos descended upon the sacred grounds. What was meant to be a celebration of birth transformed into a horrific slaughter.

The young goddess scattered in terror, but the vampires moved with blinding, supernatural speed, painting the pristine snow and marble altars in deep crimson.

“Hide! We need to run!” Glaznia shouted to the other young goddess.

Glaznia instinctively threw her hands forward, weaving a blinding burst of radiant runes that incinerated three vampires leaping toward her.

Beside her, Aurora slammed her palms onto the stone floor, casting a massive dome of glacial ice to shield a group of wounded girls.

“We cant save everyone” aurora said her voice is strained.

Denise melded into the shadows, emerging behind advancing guards to sever their heads, while Alexandra summoned a dense, swirling fog to blind Marcus’s front lines.

Yet, Marcus did not target the warriors. His dark gaze was fixed entirely on the trunk of the Auria Tree.

"Your divine bloodline ends tonight," Marcus sneered.

He drew an ancient, crimson blade—the Bloodfang Scepter—and plunged it straight into the heart of the Auria Tree.

A deafening, unnatural scream ripped through the air. The tree, immune to goddess magic, buckled under the corrupted vampire dark art.

Veins of pitch-black decay spread rapidly up its bark, shattering the glowing buds into ash. The heavy branches groaned, snapping violently under their own weight as the source of goddess life began to bleed black sap.

"Glaznia! Girls! To the inner altar—NOW!" Queen venus screamed, her radiant armor stained with blood as she fended off Dominick's lethal dual blades.

Realizing the province was lost and the sacred tree was dying, the queen gathered the four young goddesses at the central rune matrix.

With her own blood, she traced the final spatial coordinates onto the floor.

"Grandmother, no! We can fight!" Glaznia sobbed, trying to step off the rune, but her grandmother slapped her palm onto Glaznia's shoulder, holding her firmly in place.

"The Goddess Clan must survive!" Queen venus commanded, tears glistening in her eyes as the sanctuary roof collapsed around them.

She shoved an ancient talisman into Glaznia's trembling hands.

"Remember this night girls. Go!" Queen venus said sadly to them.

Marcus tore his blade from the dying tree and turned toward the altar, his eyes narrowing as he realized what she was doing.

"Stop them!" He shouted.

Dominick lunged forward, his claws outstretched—but the queen unleashed every drop of her remaining life force in a blinding, nuclear flash of light.

The blinding light washed out Marcus’s army, the burning tree, and the blood-stained snow, forcing the emergency spatial portal to ignite.

A second later, the world dissolved into pure velocity, flinging the four goddesses away into the unknown night.

Yet, hours before the bloodbath began, the queen had dispatched her final divine messenger straight to the Silvermoon Alliance—the honorable Werewolf Packs of the northern wilderness.

The message was not a plea for immediate battle, but a sacred prophecy in light:

"When the sacred tree falls and night claims the sun, The four divine flames shall flee as one. Tracked by the leech, through shadow they tread, Till the Moon’s golden eyes mark the thread. Where the mist meets the wolf, the bond shall ignite— Together they rise, or fall to the night."

The weight of the memory slowly receded, leaving Glaznia standing under the towering pine trees of the Silvermoon territory.

Luna Leona gently wiped a stray tear from Glaznia’s cheek, her eyes filled with maternal warmth.

"Your grandmother knew we could not arrive in time to save Auria," Leona said softly.

"So she gave us a mandate to protect what remained. You are safe here, Glaznia. The Silvermoon Pack will stand as your shield."