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Selene has always felt like an outsider, drawn to the shimmer of metal and the quiet hum of gemstones beneath her fingertips. As a goldsmith, she shapes beauty from fire, yet a lingering emptiness haunts her - a sense that she belongs somewhere else.
One sweltering summer night, she discovers an impossible puddle in her garden as it hasn't rained in days. The water is dark as glass and untouched by dust or heat. When she reaches for it, the water pulls her in, and she awakens in a world she has never known. . . yet somehow remembers.
Here, an ancient war rages between humans and fae, where the humans wield the power of the sun and earth, while the fae wield the power of wind and water. Selene is neither, and both. Born of two warring bloodlines, she is the heir to a long-buried prophecy; one that speaks of balance, betrayal, and a sacrifice that could end the war forever.
But forces on both sides will stop at nothing to refrain the world from changing. Hunted, torn between duty and desire, Selene must unlock the truth of the past before the world burns in its future.
Because peace demands a price, and some destinies can only be forged in blood.
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π°π πππ πΊπππ ππ ππ πππ πΊππ is my entry for the ππππ πππ£ππππ πΆπππ‘ππ π‘ 2025, based on the prompts 5, 6 and 135.
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