As Lysandra fell unconscious, she entered a dream-like state. In the centre of the room, a sapphire glow emanated from a card orbiting a central point.
“Hello, child,” a voice echoed through Lysandra’s mind. “This is the first time we've met like this, but we've encountered each other before.”
Lysandra froze, fear etched on her face. “When did we meet? I don’t remember meeting you,” she stammered.
“I am the legacy of the Nightworth Clan,” the voice replied calmly. “You have inherited the source legacy, and the quest you chose on your tenth birthday is foreshadowing what is to come.” As the voice spoke, the sapphire glow intensified, filling the room with its brilliance.
“Wh.. when did we meet fo..for the first time?” stuttered Lysandra, her face contorted in puzzlement.
“You won’t remember me, but we met on the day you were born, and I blessed you then. Hence why your eye colour is different from the rest of your family,” the voice explained.
“You mean these cursed eyes that have only given me a reason to be bullied by others for being different?” Lysandra's frustration bubbled to the surface. She longed to have eyes like the rest of her family, with their sunset yellow hue. But because of the legacy blessing, her eyes were sapphire, unique and different from anyone else's.
“What do you mean cursed? The eyes you have are the same as those of the ancestors of the Nightworth clan, inherited from generations ago. How could this information have been lost?” The voice sounded exasperated by this realisation. “I have been blessing every Nightworth since the clan’s inception, and they treat an ancestral legacy holder like this!” This time, the entire area around the sapphire began to shake.
"Were you ever taught about the Nightworth clan’s inherent skill? Or has this been lost as well?” The voice seemed to calm a little after noticing that Lysandra stood there shaking out of fear. Lysandra just shook her head, and a large sigh emanated from the voice. “Okay, I’ll tell you about the inherited skill if you would like?” Now, the voice seemed more comforting, like that of a caring family member.
“Okay,” whispered Lysandra. All of a sudden, the legacy screen flashed up in Lysandra’s eyes. “Can you see a page that says skills?” The voice asked. “Yes,” Lysandra replied.
1. **Moonlight Manipulation:** Lysandra can harness the energy from the shattered moon, granting her control over moonlight. This allows her to create illusions, manipulate shadows, and enhance her own abilities during the night.
2. **Lunar Insight:** She has an intuitive understanding of the moon's phases, giving her insights into events tied to the celestial bodies and enabling her to sense mystical disturbances.
3. **Telepathic Resonance:** Lysandra can establish a telepathic connection with others during moonlit nights, facilitating communication and understanding beyond spoken words.
4. **Shattered Moon's Blessing:** Due to her unique heritage, Lysandra may have a special ability tied to the shattered moon, such as the power to mend or alter objects infused with its energy.
5. **Night Vision:** Lysandra possesses exceptional night vision, allowing her to navigate in darkness with ease.
“Wait, I've used telepathic resonance before in the woods,” surprising Lysandra. “Yes, as you should have been taught before your birthday how to use them. But you haven’t been taught at all. How strange. Look here, there is a unique skill as well.”
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**Eclipse Veil:**
- Lysandra has developed a unique skill called "Eclipse Veil." In moments of dire need or when facing powerful adversaries, she can summon a mystical eclipse, shrouding herself in an ethereal cloak that transcends the boundaries of both light and shadow. During the Eclipse Veil, Lysandra gains heightened magical prowess, increased speed, and a temporary immunity to certain mystical attacks. This skill is a rare and potent asset, embodying the harmonious balance of the moon's dual nature within her. However, its use requires careful consideration, as prolonged activation may drain her mana significantly.
“How? How did you get this skill?” Surprisingly, the voice seemed intrigued by this. “Is there something wrong with me having this skill?” asked Lysandra. “No, but this skill should have been lost. I made sure that no one should hold this skill. It’s the first vampire king's skill. It should only be a legend for the vampires, but somehow you are now the holder. Interesting,” the voice explained.
“What! A legend? Then why have I gotten this? Shouldn't it be with the royal family, not me?!” Lysandra shouted, her voice filled with disbelief. There was a long drawn-out silence from the sapphire, and then it spoke, “I don’t know, but come closer and look at the quest card. It might have more information that I can’t see,” as the sapphire beckoned Lysandra closer.
Lysandra cautiously stepped forward, her eyes fixed on the glowing sapphire and the card orbiting it. As she drew nearer, she could feel a strange energy emanating from the artifact, sending shivers down her spine.
Reaching out, she hesitantly grasped the quest card, her fingers trembling with anticipation. As she held it in her hand, the card seemed to pulse with a soft glow, revealing intricate symbols and ancient runes etched into its surface.
With a deep breath, Lysandra focused her attention on the card, allowing her senses to be drawn into its mystical aura. Suddenly, she felt a surge of knowledge flooding her mind, as if the card itself was communicating with her on a profound level.
The symbols danced before her eyes, forming patterns and shapes that seemed to convey a message, a purpose waiting to be fulfilled. Lysandra's heart raced with excitement and trepidation, knowing that this quest would mark the beginning of her journey into the unknown.
As Lysandra grasped the quest card, a sudden burst of light engulfed her surroundings, blinding her momentarily. When her vision cleared, she found herself standing before a spectral figure, shrouded in the ethereal glow of moonlight.
The figure materialised into the form of the first king, his regal presence commanding the space around him. His eyes, the colour of midnight, bore into Lysandra's soul with a mixture of solemnity and ancient wisdom.
"Lysandra," his voice echoed in her mind, resonating with the weight of centuries. "You have been chosen as the bearer of my legacy, the keeper of secrets long forgotten by the world of mortals."
Lysandra's heart raced with a mixture of awe and apprehension as she gazed upon the spectral visage before her. She could feel the weight of history pressing down upon her, knowing that she stood in the presence of a being who shaped the destiny of their kind.
"Listen well, young one," the first king continued, his voice a haunting melody that stirred something deep within her soul. "Your journey will be fraught with peril and uncertainty, but you carry within you the light of the shattered moon, a beacon of hope in the darkness."
As the vision of the first king began to fade, Lysandra felt a sense of determination welling up inside her. She knew that her path was set before her, and she would face whatever trials lay ahead with courage and resolve.