The forgotten war
952 Words
The silver light faded.
Silence settled over the ruined cathedral.
Everyone stared at Luna.
No…
Not at Luna.
At the woman standing where Luna had been.
Her hazel eyes were gone.
Both irises shimmered like liquid silver, reflecting moonlight that no longer reached the cathedral.
The Moon Crown glowed brighter than ever.
For the first time in nine centuries…
It looked complete.
The Shadow King took a slow step backward.
“So…”
he whispered.
“You truly remember.”
Luna tilted her head.
A thousand forgotten lifetimes flickered behind her eyes.
“I remember enough.”
Her voice was calm.
Older.
Wiser.
Yet beneath it, Luna still remained.
The frightened archaeologist was still there.
Just no longer alone.
Lucien stepped toward her cautiously.
“Luna…”
She looked at him.
For one heartbreaking second…
She smiled exactly as Seraphina once had.
“My vampire.”
Lucien stopped breathing.
He hadn’t heard those words in almost a millennium.
His sword slipped from his hand.
“Seraphina…”
Luna’s smile faded.
Then confusion filled her face.
“What…”
She grabbed her head.
“No…”
The silver eyes flickered back to hazel.
“I don’t know who I am.”
The memories collided inside her mind.
Luna.
Seraphina.
Queen.
Student.
Immortal.
Human.
She fell to her knees, screaming.
The Moon Crown pulsed wildly.
Kael rushed forward.
“My Queen!”
The moment he touched her shoulder—
A wave of silver energy erupted from her body.
Everyone was thrown backward.
The cathedral walls cracked.
Columns collapsed.
Outside, the entire city shook as though struck by an earthquake.
The Shadow King watched with growing satisfaction.
“Perfect.”
Alaric stood.
“What are you talking about?”
“The Crown is unstable.”
He smiled.
“Her two lives are fighting each other.”
He looked directly at Luna.
“If Luna wins…”
“…the Queen dies forever.”
Luna looked up.
“If Seraphina wins…”
His smile widened.
“…Luna disappears.”
The words struck harder than any blade.
Lucien froze.
Kael closed his eyes.
Alaric clenched his fists.
There was no victory.
Either way…
Someone would be lost.
Luna whispered,
“There has to be another way.”
“There isn’t.”
The Shadow King’s answer came instantly.
“The Moon Crown was never meant to carry two identities.”
Seraphina’s spirit appeared beside Luna.
For the first time…
Only Luna could see her.
The First Queen knelt before her.
“I’m sorry.”
Luna shook her head.
“No.”
“I stole your life.”
“You gave me one.”
“I gave you mine.”
Seraphina smiled sadly.
“Now it’s time to give it back.”
Luna stared at her.
“What do you mean?”
“If I surrender my soul…”
“…you’ll remain Luna.”
“No.”
“You’ll live.”
“No.”
“You’ll grow old.”
“No!”
“You’ll finally have the life I never could.”
Luna’s tears streamed freely.
“I’m not letting you disappear.”
Seraphina gently hugged her.
“You already saved me.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You let me live again.”
Outside the vision, Luna whispered aloud,
“I won’t lose you.”
Lucien heard her.
“Who are you talking to?”
Luna looked toward him.
“She’s here.”
Everyone stiffened.
“Seraphina.”
The First Queen turned toward Lucien.
Though he couldn’t see her…
She reached out, placing an invisible hand against his cheek.
“I loved you.”
Lucien closed his eyes.
A single tear rolled down his face.
“I know you’re here.”
Kael looked around desperately.
“My Queen?”
Alaric whispered,
“I can feel another presence.”
The Shadow King sighed.
“Touching.”
He slowly cracked his neck.
“But we’re out of time.”
Darkness exploded from Caelan’s body.
The cathedral roof vanished beneath a pillar of black fire.
The sky split open.
Above Prague…
A massive eclipse swallowed the moon.
People across Europe looked upward in terror.
The stars disappeared.
The Shadow King’s laughter echoed across the heavens.
“The prison is broken.”
“Now…”
“…let the Forgotten War begin.”
A deafening horn answered him.
Not from Prague.
From every direction.
Kael’s face went pale.
“No…”
Alaric turned toward the eastern horizon.
Smoke.
Hundreds of columns of smoke.
Lucien’s crimson eyes widened.
“They’re awakening.”
Luna followed their gaze.
Far beyond the city…
The mountains glowed red.
Ancient fortresses emerged from beneath the earth.
Ruined castles rebuilt themselves.
Buried temples rose from the ground.
Across the world…
Forgotten kingdoms returned.
Kael whispered the words every immortal had feared for nine hundred years.
“The Seven Thrones…”
Alaric finished the sentence.
“…have answered their king.”
Then…
One after another…
Seven colossal beams of light pierced the sky.
Silver.
Crimson.
Emerald.
Gold.
Blue.
White.
Black.
Each marked the awakening of an ancient kingdom thought lost forever.
The Shadow King smiled.
“The age of humans is over.”
Luna slowly stood.
Despite the chaos…
Despite the fear…
Her silver and hazel eyes blazed with determination.
She looked at the seven lights stretching across the horizon.
Then she spoke the words that made every immortal in the cathedral bow instinctively.
“Then we build a new kingdom.”
The Moon Crown erupted with brilliant silver light.
Far away, in each of the seven awakened kingdoms…
Ancient thrones that had remained empty for centuries suddenly began to glow.
Their true queen had returned.
And this time…
She intended to finish the war that history had never truly ended.
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