Aylina_NovaLi
- GELESEN 7
- Stimmen 2
- Teile 1
The war didn't begin with swords.
It began with a promise-
and a relic that never belonged to either house.
For generations, House Valryss and House Myris have fed a feud so old it feels holy, carving hatred into cradle-songs and raising children like weapons. At twenty-five, Elara Valryss knows her purpose as surely as she knows her own name: the gods are silent, steel is truth, and Rowan Myris must die by her hand.
Rowan was taught the same-only with Elara's name at the end of every oath.
Then the valley splits open.
Black light erupts between the ridges. A living sigil burns into their flesh, binding breath to breath, heartbeat to heartbeat-pain shared, death inevitable. If one falls, the other is dragged screaming into the grave.
But the curse doesn't stop at chaining two enemies together.
It rips open something buried beneath the cliff-temple-something older than the houses, older than the war, older than prayer.
A hunger wakes.
And as an abomination claws its way from the ruins, Elara and Rowan realize the truth with ice in their veins: their families weren't just enemies. They were guardians. Keys. Offerings.
Now the borderlands crawl with shadows, their twins collapse under the weight of the awakening, and the relic pulses like a diseased heart-drinking in hatred like sacrament.
Because the curse was never meant to end a war.
It was meant to open a gate.
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Prompt #40: You and your greatest enemy are struck by a curse that binds your lives together. The only way to survive is to share a kiss, but you would both rather face death than each other.