𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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On the 7th of August, 1980, at midnight, a beautiful little girl was born. The healers cooed at the tiny infant, admiring her adorable button nose, long lashes, and silky curls that framed her little face, contrasting perfectly against her fair skin flushed red, accentuating the already slightly defined cheekbones she had inherited from her father.

As her little eyes fluttered opened her eyes for the very first time, a collective gasp filled the room, as if time itself had paused in astonishment. Unlike her brothers, who had been gifted their father's stormy gray eyes, she possessed her mother's rare and enchanting gaze.


Her mother and father hid a smile, knowing the reason for her mysterious eyes, the reason unbeknownst to the world excluding them. 


Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of purple, reminiscent of an amethyst crystal. They sparkled like freshly watered zinnias, drawing everyone's attention with their ethereal beauty.

The healers stood in stunned silence, their expressions a mixture of wonder and disbelief.

In their world, it was well known that such unique eye color was the mark of a certain ancient lineage—one that had long been believed to have vanished. Among the pureblood families, whispers circulated about this forgotten line, which had ceased to exist just a few years prior.

The room was charged with tension as the implications sank in for the close and confidential people, whom the parents trusted their lives, inside the room; those descended from this particular family were renowned not only for their striking appearance but also for possessing... 

Extraordinary abilities.










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