"You know what I like... being haunted by you. "
The world is divided into 4 Classes
The Luminaries protect, heal and coordinate the world, while the Darkhavens maintain the wild forests and protect luminaries. The rule of Royals is corrupt but not...
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Luna's POV
The tension in the Royal Palace was palpable as I sat among the four Luminari representatives, surrounded by the others from the Darkhaven and Royals. The Electorate Assembly was a grand, intimidating chamber, its ancient stone walls reflecting the weight of centuries of decision-making. But today, the air felt different, more charged—perhaps because of the rumors swirling about the Obsidian Order's resurgence and the appearance of the Nightshapers.
My hands rested on the smooth table, fingers slightly trembling, though I hoped no one noticed. Across from me sat Kael, eyes dark and penetrating, representing the Darkhavens. His gaze swept over the room with quiet intensity, but I could feel it lingering on me just a second longer than anyone else.
One of the Royals, a seasoned figure with a stern expression, began the meeting, outlining the known facts. They spoke of the Obsidian Order's history, the ancient curse that had kept them at bay for centuries, and the sudden return of the Nightshapers. But as the discussions deepened, the air thickened with uncertainty.
Kael cleared his throat, cutting through the discussion. "The Luminari have always held secrets, hidden away from the rest of us," he said, his voice calm but with an edge. "We need to know what your myths and conspiracies say about the curse. It’s time you share the knowledge your elders have preserved."
The entire room shifted, all eyes turning to the four of us Luminari. I could feel my fellow representatives stiffen at Kael’s request, and I knew what was coming. The Luminari were notoriously secretive, especially about ancient prophecies and curses. Our elders had always refused to share what they knew with outsiders.
One of my fellow representatives, Elyan, leaned forward, his voice firm but diplomatic. “The Luminari Council has not given us permission to disclose such information, Kael. These are sacred secrets, passed down through generations, and we are bound by oath.”
I could feel the tension rise. This was the same tired excuse, the same reluctance to adapt to the times. The world was changing, and yet, the elders still clung to their rigid traditions. But this wasn’t about tradition anymore—this was about survival.
I found myself speaking before I had time to reconsider. “We’re the representatives of the Luminari, trusted to speak on their behalf,” I said, my voice louder than I expected. “If the Council refuses to give us permission, then maybe it’s time we decide for ourselves. The old ways are too rigid for this crisis. We need to tell the others what we know.”
The room went silent. I could feel the shocked stares of the other Luminari representatives burning into me. Elyan turned his head sharply, his face twisted in disbelief.
“Luna, you are overstepping your authority,” he hissed. “This is not your decision to make. You’re being naive, foolish even. You would risk centuries of tradition for what? To appease them?” His words dripped with condescension.
