🌄🔆 Chapter 8 🔆🌄

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They settled in their rooms, bathing & going to bed. At last feeling refreshed, Aurelia slept well.

A world of swirling darkness met her, bizarre shapes & castles passing by. In a regal hall, she saw a face she swore was familiar.

Her voice felt so small as it echoed off the fragmented stone walls. "You... who are you?"

The being was lithe, their mannerisms not unlike the lazy grace of a cat. Their skin was as dark and faintly violet as the night sky visible beyond the tall windows. In fact the colour was so identical that if they stood still, it would be nearly impossible to discern where they began, and where the sky ended.

When they smirked, she instantly recognised the handsome stranger. They appeared pleased at her recognition, chuckling. "My, such a profound question. I am Aldebaran. Phantom of Exilaan. Star of the night. Magic thief."

Her heart pounded. There was something distinctly unsettling about this... being. If ever they had been human, they were no longer. But somehow, their approach felt anything but threatening.

As she thought this, a glow seemed to emanate from around her. It took a moment to realise that it was coming FROM her. A peaceful, protective glow like dawn coming to chase away the night.

Yet rather than being repelled by the light, Aldebaran was drawn in by it. "What a luminous aura surrounding you. Yes, I'll call you that. My Aura~"

They smiled - a radiant look - and reached out to touch her face.

And then she awoke.

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