Destinora’s POV
I am Destinora, the Goddess of Love and Shaper of Destiny. My wisdom transcends the heavens, for I see the strands of fate that bind all things, even beyond the sight of Highest. It was I who stood beside him at the dawn of creation, when the world was but a thought in the cosmic mind. In the great expanse, as he molded the earth and sky, a desire stirred within me—a yearning to shape a realm, a sanctuary where my creations could flourish. But when I presented my wish to Highest, he refused.
I recall the challenge in his eyes, the firm denial that reverberated through the stars. He would not allow my vision to unfold. A duel was proposed, one that would decide the fate of the world and which of us would reign supreme. And so, we fought. For years, our powers clashed, tearing through the fabric of creation itself. Storms raged, oceans churned, and the earth trembled under the weight of our might. The very world he had shaped teetered on the edge of destruction, but in the end, I triumphed.
His destiny was altered, his fate unraveled by my hands. But victory came at a price. Our once harmonious bond was shattered, and though my love for him endured, it was forever tainted by the bitterness of our conflict.
In the aftermath, I descended to the world that had borne the weight of our battle. With my own hands, I carved from the sea the land of Fatumnia, a place where my vision could take root. Upon its soil, I formed four mortal clans—Lumieré, Singeman, Honsson, and Rainier. Each was unique, distinguished by their traits. The Lumieré clan bore silver-grey hair, the Singemans carried black locks with royal purple accents, the Honsson clan was marked by white hair and lavender eyes, and the Rainiers, with their dark rose gold hair and striking blue eyes, stood as a testament to my artistry.
But I, Goddess of Love, bestowed upon them more than mere physical beauty. I wove into their very dreams the threads of destiny—visions that would guide them to their fated partners. The Dream of Destiny, as I named it, ensured that love in Fatumnia was not a chance occurrence but a path carved by my hand. Nobles would dream of nobles, and commoners of commoners. Fate bound them, creating love that was unshakable, enduring across lifetimes.
For centuries, Fatumnia thrived under the rule of the Singeman clan. Peace reigned, until the Akahoshi arrived. They came from distant lands, marked by their dark red hair and the fire of conflict in their eyes. They were descendants of Highest, driven from their homeland and seeking refuge. The Tenth King, Alfonso Singeman, took pity on them, granting them land within his kingdom. But the Fatumnians feared what they did not understand. The Akahoshi, with their pale skin and unfamiliar features, were met with mistrust. To escape persecution, they withdrew to the remote Borderland Hills, isolating themselves from the world that shunned them.
Over time, the truth twisted, becoming a tale of betrayal. The Akahoshi believed they had been cast out by King Alfonso’s hand, their exile the result of prejudice. The legend grew, feeding resentment and bitterness. And it was this bitterness that, a century ago, erupted into war.
The war between the Akahoshi and the people of Fatumnia was devastating. Lives were lost, and with them, the noble line of Alonso Lumieré. He perished alongside the Singeman, Honsson, and Rainier families in defense of Avaloria, sacrificing himself for a peace that seemed impossible to reach. The aftermath left scars upon the land, with the Honsson and Rainier clans retreating into obscurity, seeking solace away from the violence.
Yet, from the ashes, hope remained. Hubert Brights, great-great-grandson of Alonso, was hidden from the world, protected by common folk who shielded him from the arrogance of nobles who would never recognize his true lineage. Hubert sought refuge in a neighboring kingdom, where he fell in love and fathered a son, Akio Brights, distancing his bloodline from the noble titles that once held power over his ancestors.
The Akahoshi remained in their self-imposed exile, but their resentment toward Fatumnia simmered, nurtured by the distorted tales of their past. They believed they had been wronged, cast aside by a people too blind to see the truth.
And yet, destiny could not be denied. It was woven into the very fabric of the world I had shaped. Prince Albert Singeman, a man of compassion and honor, dreamed of a woman with eyes as deep as the ocean and hair as red as fire—Seira, a descendant of the Akahoshi. Bound by the Dream of Destiny, he defied the enmity of their clans and fell in love with her.
When Hubert Brights vanished, it was Prince Albert who stepped forward to protect Akio, recognizing in him the legacy of Alonso Lumieré, a legacy that had the power to unite the fractured land of Fatumnia.
As the world moved forward, with the love of Prince Albert and Seira standing as a beacon of hope, I knew that my time had come. The wheel of fate turned, and I, Destinora, determined to descend once more.
This time, I would walk among mortals, my divine essence housed in a mortal shell. My purpose was clear, and I knew my form would fade when my task was complete. But I would not leave until the destiny I had shaped was fulfilled.
