My Rom-Com Story Can't be That Bad Right?

Prologue

Claire POV

Claire (V.O)

The rain hears the whispers of wishes. It's an uncommon line-one that few remember, and fewer still believe. But legends say: if the first raindrop hears your wish for love, it shall be granted.

Quite a fitting story for a cloudy afternoon.

There was once a goddess named Ulan, born from the breath of the heavens and woven with the essence of the skies. Unlike her divine siblings, Ulan was quiet and contemplative, often gazing down at the world with longing. She shaped the rain to soothe and the clouds to shield. But while the earth loved her, the heavens grew wary.

One day, Ulan accidentally caused a celestial surge-an uncontrolled storm of divine energy that injured many of the Most High's angels. It was not intentional. Her powers were still evolving, her heart still learning. But the incident was seized upon by Shemael, the most beautiful of angels and trusted mouthpiece of Heaven. He warned that Ulan's nature was dangerous, a calamity waiting to befall the heavenly realm.

Despite her pleas and sorrow, the heavenly council believed Shemael. They exiled Ulan.

Her descent was not graceful. It came with thunder and judgment. Cast out in a violent storm, she fell from grace, her cries swallowed by the winds. As she crashed into the Pacific Ocean, a great flood surged across the earth, swallowing cities and lands. It lasted over thirty days.

She lay submerged in the ocean's abyss-alone, betrayed, and grieving. But as her sorrow faded, something darker bloomed: fury. Her love for the Most High became anguish. Her compassion for His creations turned to wrath.

From the depths, Ulan rose-not to heal, but to destroy. Those who rejected Heaven sought her out. They revered her beauty and feared her power. Her worship grew, but with it came blood. Sacrifices. To maintain her strength-lost when Heaven cast her out-she consumed fragments of the divine: the sons and daughters of man, descendants of the First.

But even gods have weaknesses.

On the night of a blood moon, Ulan's powers vanished. Her beauty dimmed. Silver hair turned to black. Sky-blue eyes dulled into a common brown. Her divine glow faded. She became... human. It was a divine punishment-a reminder from the Most High of all the blood she had shed, and that her end would one day come.

A spy from a foreign nation witnessed her pain and sent a signal: The prophecy is true. The goddess weakens under the blood moon.

Five assassins were sent. They almost succeeded.

But fate had other plans.

A traveling warrior heard her cries and, unaware of who she was, came to investigate. He arrived just in time. The assassins were skilled, but he was swifter. Though reinforcements approached, he carried her in his arms and ran through the woods.

They reached a cliff. Below: a river fed by a waterfall. With no other escape, he jumped, shielding her with his own body as they plunged into the depths.

They both lost consciousness.

By dawn, Ulan awoke first. When the warrior stirred, he saw her face and froze.

"Fear not," she said gently. "It is me-the one you saved from her tragedy."

His eyes widened.

"You're... Ulan..." he whispered, trembling.

She saw the fear. She understood it. Yet her heart, once hardened, stirred with something she hadn't felt in centuries-love. Not the worship of fearful mortals, but selfless love. The kind she once received in Heaven. She had healed him while he slept. She owed him her life.