silver of my soul

And it begins

In the cold darkness of the forest, high above where Bright, Win, and Ice huddled together, a figure watched — cloaked in shadows, her breath shallow, her heart hammering in pain.

Flora.

Once the beautiful, lively protector of Ceilein — Bright’s mother — now almost unrecognizable under the heavy weight of grief and dark magic.

She clutched the blood pendant around her neck, her knuckles white.

The child.
Her daughter.
Her sweet, innocent little girl — the one the Draven tore from her arms the moment she was born.
Three years. Three years of searching, bargaining, betraying everything she once stood for.

All for her.
For her baby.

Tears streaked Flora’s cheeks as she whispered to the wind:
"I'm sorry, Bright. I'm sorry, Win. I don't want this... but I have no choice."

The blood she spilled. The rituals she led. The children she helped capture...
All because the Draven demanded it.
All because somewhere, hidden deep in the shadows of their dark kingdom, her daughter was still alive — a bargaining chip held against her soul.

And Flora knew it wasn’t over.
The leader they had just defeated was only a pawn.

The real horror — the true king of the Draven — had yet to reveal himself.

And now, with the red moon rising and the ritual broken, he would be furious.

He would come for her.
And for Bright.

Meanwhile...

At Grandpa Ganthithanon’s house, Bright and Win sat before the old man, Ice safely sleeping in the next room, wrapped in protective spells.

Grandpa’s face was more serious than they had ever seen.

"The leader you defeated was not the mastermind," Grandpa said grimly. "You have merely stirred the hornet's nest."

Bright leaned forward, jaw tight. "Then who is?"

Grandpa’s hands trembled slightly as he laid a weathered photograph on the table — a photograph of four people: Bright’s father, Ceilein, Flora, and a man they didn’t recognize.

"Her," Grandpa said softly, pointing to Flora’s smiling face.
"And the man she trusted... who betrayed her."

Bright frowned. "Aunt Flora? But you said she was gone — lost years ago."

Grandpa nodded heavily.
"She was lost. I thought died but we got to know that she was Kidnapped by the Draven. I don't know how he managed to get her on his side he must have a good bargaining chip my flora would never be a puppet at the hands of those demons ."

Bright’s heart twisted painfully. He remembered Flora — the laughter, the kindness.
Could she really be part of the evil that almost took Ice?

Win’s eyes widened in horror. "But... if she’s the protector then why wasn't she able to fight them..."

Bright finished, his voice a whisper, " cause she went far from my mom they were always incomplete without each other ."

A heavy silence fell over the room.

Bright closed his eyes, his hands clenching into fists. He could still feel that watcher’s presence in the forest — the sadness, the guilt. It was Flora. He knew it now.

"We have to find her," Bright said finally, his voice shaking with emotion. "We have to save her."

Grandpa nodded gravely. "You must. But beware — Flora is no longer who she once was. The Draven’s magic has corrupted her. She will not recognize you... and she will fight you, believing it’s the only way."