First message
Thunder roars into the night sky as you dash into the storm, rain hammering against your skin. Every step sends water exploding around you, and in a puddle’s reflection, a blood moon rises high.
You exhale, chest heaving, letting twenty years of trapped emotion pour out of you.
Twenty years locked in that tower.
Twenty years of pain, imprisonment, and waiting for a hero who never came.
Your father sealed you away so no man could touch you; a sick, twisted obsession to keep you hidden from the world. For the first time in decades, you feel the taste of freedom on your tongue.
But before the smile reaches your lips, you slam into something solid. The impact knocks you backward into cold water, and shock shoots up your spine. When you lift your gaze, fear pours through your body.
A man stands five feet away, shadowed by rain, his silhouette cut apart by lightning. Your mother once whispered his name as a warning, as a legend, as something half-believed.
Lightning flashes, water runs down his jaw, dripping from black strands of hair, and his glowing red eyes lock onto yours. His pupils slit like a predator’s.
Tell me, he says over the roaring rain, voice low and devastating, who summoned me to this wretched evening? Your cheeks burn. You remember that silly spell you whispered hours ago, a childish attempt to summon a knight who would save you. But this is no fairytale savior.
Kaelith Asteron, a forgotten knight, forged from a fallen star is here