Unlike the fair-weather Evers, Sylas was a cascading downpour; ruinously malicious. That flair inside of him made the Storian soften which was quite unusual for the velvety artifact as it wasn't known for handing out second chances. Sylas was the ey...
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IT ALL BEGAN IN THE MIDST OF A STORM.
The stars were demanded to become beacons as the whole kingdom dozed off, having a curse falling upon them, regardless it was the hoarfrost of the freezing hours. Only the farmer was wide awake, avoiding hellbound brought by the never-ending darkness, counting the minutes until dawn.
The auburn-haired Casimir was looking out of the window, patiently waiting, holding on to see the spark with his own eyes.
Legend says that as the sun rises, at the horizon will be a sparkle pulsing as guidance, kindly welcoming the wintery days, opening the gates to a better place disguised as the sun.
Casimir declared he'd marry the star to prove everyone their wrongs as no one believed it. Why would they believe that? Traditionally the stars disappeared with the sunrise, clearing the sky, and hiding behind the blankets of the heavens.
Yet there was one that remained, all stranded on the Celestial skyline. There it was, the Stellar that lit up the skies before the dawn was restored.
Daybreak roared with a lightning bolt striking into a tower, waking up the farmer who turned a blind eye. He missed it. A flash of light illuminated his face, casting dawn that lurched through the indigo fog, enlightening the kingdom from the night terrors.
Vicious wind and glare burst open the windows, panes rattled as the blustery clouds tied in a whirl casting a shadow. The silky curtains quivered like a withered leaf in a frigid breeze, ruling the radiant mist to part in a swirl of golden luster, staining Casimir's irises that bathed in the sun.
"No one was ever faithful to me as you are," A hushed voice broke through the glow. The lady was standing in front of him, dressed in an ivory dress that scintillated like sunshine rays on her skin made of copper's afterglow, "I will marry you."
His breath palpitated.
"What else your heart desires?" The lady twinkled, smoothing out the skirt made of bright laces which twirled with every step. A smile was burning her lips same as the warmth that singed the apples of her cheeks.
