In a world where love transcends even divine barriers, Enaeya, a beloved young man, unknowingly harbors a devastating potential that threatens worldly destruction. Despite the forewarnings of the Oracle, he challenges the very fabric of fate, naviga...
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Enaeya
The sun spilled golden rays into our quaint little town, painting the cobblestones of Elyslyn in hues of warmth. The sweet aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through open shutters, mingling with the laughter of children chasing butterflies in the morning air. My name is Enaeya, and I had always thought of myself as an ordinary boy and a simple baker - until he came into my life.
At eighteen, I had settled into a routine that could only be described as both comforting and repetitive. Each dawn began with the gentle hum of our bakery, Renata's Hearth, waking before the sun itself to knead dough and prepare pastries. My mother, Renata, was a woman of grace and resilience-her laughter echoed through the walls like a song I could never tire of. She taught me the art of baking, imbuing our creations with love, and I adored the way her eyes sparkled when customers praised her cookies.
"Enaeya, my dear?" I heard my mother calling from the store, then without hesitation, I left the kitchen and went to her; announcing my presence in response. "Can you take over here for a moment?" She questioned while stuffing one familiar type of pastry into a paper bag, "I need to go over to Mrs. Henna's to deliver these pastries she ordered. Will that be okay with you?" Her eyes brim with concern as she looked at me. But even so, you can tell her hopeful gaze in them.
"Yes, it's not a problem, mother." I replied gently, to which she responded with a sigh of relief and gave me a bright smile in return.
"Thank you!" My mother hurriedly walked out to the front door after patting me in the back as a sign of encouragement, "Don't worry! You can just ask Nel and Sara for help if you're struggling!" She suggested, mentioning our employees as she left the store.
Looking through the window from where I'm at, I can see how my mother cheerfully greets the people she crossed paths with with a bright smile on her face. Her eyes always glint with happiness most of the days. Yet behind those eyes, I often saw a flicker of sadness. My father had passed away three years prior, and though time had muted the ache of grief, the sorrow still loomed like a specter. It was my responsibility now, to keep our bakery thriving and our hearts buoyed. However, destiny had other plans for me the moment I met him.
Damian came strolling into our lives on a day like no other, bringing with him the same kind of warmth that nestled in the heart of our bakery. With raven-black hair cascading over his brow and stormy grey eyes that seemed to hold secrets of their own, he was a tempest, a delightful chaos that made my heart quicken. We met when he wandered into Renata's Hearth one fateful afternoon, accompanied by the musky scent of fresh rain.
"Oh, do you have anything sweet?" he asked nonchalantly, leaning against the counter with a boyish charm that made me blush.
"W-what would you like?" I stammered, my cheeks burning. Damian smiled, his gaze bored into mine, and that was it-I was ensnared.
