MY GOLDEN BLOOD - JossGawin FanFiction

CHAPTER 13: SHADOWS OF THE PAST

The night was quiet, with only the occasional rustle of leaves breaking the stillness as Lyra stood on the edge of the city, gazing at the distant horizon where the old castle stood. Her heart was heavy with the memories of a time long past when the world was different, and so was she.

Lyra wasn't human—not anymore. But she hadn't always been like this. Once, long ago, she had lived a life that felt like a distant dream, a life where she was free of the curse that now bound her to an endless existence.

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—Centuries Ago

Lyra had been born into a small village nestled in the mountains, far from the reach of any kingdom. Her family was poor but loving, and she spent her days tending to the land, laughing with her younger siblings, and dreaming of a simple life. She had never craved power or immortality. She had only ever wanted peace.

But peace was not something the world offered easily.

One fateful winter, a mysterious traveler had come to her village—a man with eyes like the night sky and a presence that commanded silence wherever he went. He was tall, elegant, and impossibly beautiful, his movements so graceful they seemed unnatural.

His name was Mark.

Back then, Mark was already centuries old, bound to the curse of the Moon Drop. He had come to Lyra's village not by chance, but because he had heard rumors of a hidden temple deep within the mountains. A place that, according to legend, held the key to breaking his curse.

Lyra had been curious, like many in her village, about the stranger. But while others kept their distance, she found herself drawn to him, fascinated by the sadness that lingered behind his cold eyes. Mark, in turn, had noticed her, sensing something unique about her. A quiet strength, an aura that set her apart from the rest.

For days, he stayed in the village, asking questions about the temple, its location, and its rumored secrets. And for days, Lyra found herself crossing paths with him, their conversations growing longer, their silences more comfortable.

She hadn't known then what Mark truly was—a vampire, cursed with immortality. She had only known that he was different, that he carried a burden so heavy it weighed on his very soul.It wasn't until the night of the full moon that she learned the truth.

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—The Night of the Moon Drop

The temple, as it turned out, was real. Hidden deep within the mountains, it was a place of ancient magic, where rituals were performed in the name of power and immortality. Mark had found it, and Lyra had followed him, her curiosity and concern for him outweighing her fear.

When she arrived at the temple, she witnessed the ritual that would change her life forever.

Mark had stood at the center of the temple, surrounded by silver and gold, the air thick with the scent of incense and blood. He had performed the Moon Drop ritual, hoping to break his curse. But something went —wrong.

Instead of freeing him from his immortality, the ritual had backfired, deepening his curse and spilling its dark magic into the world. Lyra, who had been too close to the ritual, was caught in its wake. 

The magic surged through her, twisting her body and soul, binding her to Mark's fate.

She hadn't become a vampire like Mark, but she was no longer human. The ritual had granted her a form of immortality—one tied to the curse of the Moon Drop. She could feel Mark's pain, his suffering, his thirst. And she, too, was bound to the consequences of the curse.

But there was more to it. The magic of the Moon Drop had given Lyra something else—knowledge. She had been given visions of the future, of Mark's journey, and of the blood that would one day save him. The Golden Blood. The blood of a human born of forgiveness and purity, capable of breaking the curse.

Lyra had tried to leave Mark after the ritual, to return to her village, to her family. But she couldn't. The bond between them was too strong, pulling her back to him every time she tried to run. Over the years, she came to understand that her fate was tied to his, that she was meant to watch over him, to guide him, and, when the time came, to help him find the Golden Blood.

And so, she had followed him through the centuries, watching from the shadows as he moved from place to place, never settling, never finding peace. She had witnessed the darkness consume him, the hunger grow, and the guilt gnaw at his soul.

But she had also seen the flicker of hope in him—the part of him that still longed for redemption, for an end to the endless cycle of pain and suffering.

When Tong appeared, Lyra knew he was the key. She had felt it the moment she saw him—the purity of his blood, the aura of forgiveness that surrounded him. Tong was the one Mark had been searching for, even if he didn't know it yet.

But Tong's arrival had also awakened a deep fear in Lyra. She knew what would happen if Mark gave in to his thirst if he drank too much of Tong's blood. It would break the curse, yes, but it would also take Tong's life.

And Mark, despite his growing attachment to Tong, might not be able to resist.

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—Present Day

Lyra stood in the shadows of the alley, watching the entrance to Tong's apartment building. She had warned him, tried to make him understand the danger he was in. But Tong was stubborn, determined to save Mark even if it meant risking his own life.

Lyra clenched her fists, feeling the weight of her own guilt pressing down on her. She had brought this upon Tong, just as she had brought it upon herself centuries ago. If she hadn't followed Mark, if she hadn't been so curious, none of this would have happened.

But it was too late for regrets. The only thing she could do now was ensure that history didn't repeat itself.

She had failed to save herself from the curse of the Moon Drop. She wouldn't fail Tong.

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As the first light of dawn began to filter through the city, Lyra turned away, her resolve hardening. 

Mark's suffering, Tong's fate—it was all part of a much larger story, one that had been set in motion centuries ago.

And now, as the pieces began to fall into place, Lyra knew that the final chapter of Mark's curse was drawing near.

She just hoped that when the time came, she would be strong enough to face it.