In the world of Saxonov, the current year is 3898 in the Era of Celestial Reckoning. The shattered moon's influence has shaped the passage of time, marking an era of both mystical discoveries and impending challenges.
And at this moment in time there is a young vampire that belongs to the Nightworth clan is in the clans library reading a book about politics and different species that call Saxonov home.
“Oi! You lower members get out of here so I can chill” shouted Elric Nocturne “did you not hear me you stupid 3rd bloodline brat”. The little girl looked about 9 years old, glanced up from the book and ignored him. Just as he raised a hand to smack the book out of her hand the doors opened a stepped in lord valentine nocturne the head of the clan.
“Grandfather” the young girl said as she stood and curtsy in greeting. Lord valentine smiled “how are you little Lysandra studying as usual I see and it’s good to see Elric studying as well” Elric went bright red in the face. “So tell me youngest what are you studying at this moment” asked valentine “ politics of the vampire clans and also where and what species are jostled to each other because father told me to” spoke lysandra in a quiet timid voice. “And what can you tell me about the politics of vampires?” Asked Lord valentine.
Lysandra Nocturne's parents are named Lord Aric Nocturne and Lady Elara Nocturne. Lord Aric, a respected member of the Nightworth clan, contributes to the leadership and traditions of the family, while Lady Elara brings her own strengths and wisdom to the intricate dynamics within the vampire hierarchy.
Lysandra took a moment to think by then Elric spoke “come on tell grandfather then or can’t you 3rd blood are you that thick ''. Lord valentine turned to look at Elric “who told you to talk down to other bloodlines like that believe it or not the 3rd have more involvement in politics than the 1st and they have to be knowledgeable about the world to help the 1st” lord valentine spoke softly to Elric.
Then he turn back to lysandra “go on child” lysandra look quite sacred but the words her dad told her rang through her head “you don’t have to afraid of the clan head he’s my father and your grandfather and there’s never wrong answer to him speak honestly” “well I know that the Nightworth and the downfall clans are at a stalemate on the power each hold on the shadowreach kingdom and the Nightworth hold more power and they don’t like that”.
Lord valentine chuckled at hearing the innocent reply and patted lysandra on the head gently “well done. You remind me of a younger version of your grandmother. Not just smart but cute as well” lysandra never thought what she looked like made any difference to her but she turned to the mirror and looked at herself thinking grandma looked like me when she was younger.
Lysandra Nocturne possesses an ethereal beauty, her pale skin accentuating the subtle glow emanating from the shattered moon's energy within her. Her striking sapphire eyes, reflecting the dual moons of Saxonov, hold a mix of wisdom and determination. Lysandra's raven-black hair cascades down her back, with a few silver strands.
Clapping his hand together lord valentine spoke “Well grandchildren it’s time for you to go back home to your families at dinner time oh and lysandra give this to your father for me will you” lord valentine handed a letter to her at first lysandra felt that this was to big of a responsibility for her and was scared of messing up or dropping it in a puddle but the Lysandra realised it was a way out of this situation running out of the library happy.
When lysandra arrived at the family home the door opened by her mother waiting for her with an apron wrapped around her waist “mother you cooked again” lysandra shouted as she hugged her “yes I gave the maids some time off as well as the butler.”
It’s well known that vampires don’t only drink blood of other species they eat a lot of bloody meat to stop the primal instincts from taking over and killing species that call the shadowreach home putting everyone at ease. Not saying it doesn’t happen from time to time but it’s generally becoming less regular.
As lysandra walked it to the dinning hall she stood fixed to the spot when she realised who was sat at the table it was her grandmother who she had spoken about with lord valentine Eleanora Nocturne.
Lysandra looked panicked and nervous because her grandmothers stoic presence made her feel like she has done something wrong. Just then Eleanor burst out laughing at the sight of the panicked child and spoke spoke softly “come in child I’m not going to bite promise” as she said this she stuck out her tongue out at Lysandra who ended giggling and then going shy after realising that she laughed at her grandmother and hid behind her dad who was cackling like a mad man.
Just the lysandra remembered that her grandfather gave her the letter for her dad “Daddy I have a letter from grandfather he wanted me to give it to you” as she pulls out the letter she realises that she has crumpled it by stuffing it in her pocket quickly
“sorry I made it look unsightly. I didn’t mean it” tears started to fall from her eyes just then her grandmother appeared in front of her instantly and hugged her saying “don’t panic poppet accidents happen it’s not your fault if any it’s the mean old man refusing to walk here with you to give to your father, I’ll give him a beating when I see him ok” Eleanor shadow boxing whilst pulling a funny face made Lysandra feel better.
Then Aric opened the letter and slowly read it the handed it his wife to read. As Elara read the letter she seemed happy with the contents. “Lysandra come here for a moment” aric said patting his knee, Lysandra hopped on and looked at the letter he was holding “what is it dad? Does it have something to do with me?” Lysandra asked.
Knowing what the letter regarded Eleanor excused herself “I have to be getting back to the fool before he does something else” she said waving her hand goodbye as she walked.
Aric Nocturne held the letter in his hands, the ancient parchment crackling softly as he read aloud, "This letter is about your 10th birthday and that you'll be getting your legacy from the shattered moon in the form of the Legacy system. It will show your skills and your power amongst other things, but that is to be kept private. Do you understand what I'm saying, little Lysandra?" Her eyes widened with a mix of curiosity and excitement, nodding in response to her father's question.
Elara, her mother, added with a warm smile, "But first, you pick a quest card from the head of the family, then your legacy is born." The room filled with a hushed anticipation as Lysandra absorbed the weight of her impending legacy. The mention of the private nature of the system piqued her interest and added a layer of mystery to the forthcoming unveiling.
A week later, Lysandra’s 10th birthday arrived. As soon as she woke, her mother helped her dress in intricate ritual clothes, adorned with symbols representing the Nocturne bloodline. Together, they made their way to the main house where they stopped at the grand hall doors.
“Go ahead and knock as hard as you can,” Elara whispered to Lysandra.
Lysandra stood there, a nervous expression on her face, and then summoned the courage to bang on the door as hard as she could. The ancient door creaked open, revealing the grand hall adorned with mystical decorations and shimmering lights. Lysandra and Elara entered, greeted by the hushed whispers of relatives and the subtle hum of magical energies in the air.
Seeing all the people gathered made Lysandra a bit dizzy, but before she knew it, she was standing at the altar, gazing up at the imposing figure of Lord Valentine. His presence, combined with the energy emanating from the room, filled Lysandra with a mix of awe and trepidation.
In the grand hall, the residual energy of the moonlit celebration painted an ethereal glow, reflecting the celestial dance above. Lysandra, adorned in a gown resonating with the hues of moonlight, cradled a letter sealed with the mystique of the shattered moon.
As her family gathered around, Lord Valentine, his eyes gleaming with paternal pride, unraveled the secrets within the letter. "My dear Lysandra," he spoke, his voice carrying the weight of ancient wisdom, "this letter holds the key to your legacy, a connection to the very essence of Saxonov's magic."
Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.
In the hushed silence that followed, Lysandra opened the letter, unveiling the mystical journey that awaited her. Gentle whispers of guidance emanated from her grandmother, Eleanor, whose mischievous eyes sparkled with a shared secret. pulsating with magical energy.
"Lysandra, choose wisely," Lord Valentine encouraged, his hand gesturing toward the cards. "Your first quest will mark the commencement of your legacy, a tale woven by the threads of moonlight and destiny."
With a mixture of trepidation and excitement, Lysandra's fingers hovered over the quest card. The card held the promise of discovery, challenge, and growth. She selected one, the chosen card seeming to resonate with her very essence.
The room trembled with a subtle surge of energy, unseen markings etching themselves into the air around Lysandra. The Legacy System, an invisible guide woven from the fabric of the shattered moon, awakened within her. It was a moment of initiation, a threshold crossed into the realm where destiny and magic converged.
The Nocturne estate erupted in jubilation, family members offering heartfelt congratulations and toasts to Lysandra's future. As the celebration unfolded, so too did Lysandra's magical training, her evenings filled with nightly reflections guided by the ethereal symbols imprinted in her consciousness.
The passage of time became a dance between mundane reality and mystical realms, with Lysandra's family becoming companions in her journey. Subtle hints of destiny whispered through the air, promising a future interwoven with the legacy of the Nocturne bloodline and the enigmatic history of Saxonov.
And so, beneath the dual moons of Saxonov, Lysandra's legacy unfolded—a tapestry of magic, family, and destiny, awaiting the threads of her story to be woven into the mystical fabric of the world.
After the party Lysandra and her family returned home and all said their good night but Lysandra could hold back her excitement and curiosity about her legacy. She muttered “legacy” under her breath so as not to be caught and her stats appeared.
**Status Points:**
1. **Health: 80/100**
- Lysandra possesses robust health, enhanced by her connection to the shattered moon. She is resilient to most mundane illnesses and injuries.
2. **Speed: 75/100**
- Her agility is above average, allowing her to move swiftly in both physical and magical pursuits. However, there is room for improvement as she hones her skills.
3. **Mana Pool: 90/100**
- Lysandra boasts a substantial mana pool, a testament to her moonlit affinity. This enables her to cast spells with efficiency and undertake prolonged mystical endeavors.
4. **Mystical Resistance: 70/100**
- While inherently resistant to mystical influences, Lysandra is still in the process of honing her defenses against potent magical forces.
5. **Stealth: 85/100**
- Proficient in shadow manipulation, Lysandra excels in stealth. She can move undetected through the shadows, making her a formidable presence in the mystical realm.
**Attributes:**
1. **Moonlit Affinity:**
- Lysandra's connection to the shattered moon grants her an innate affinity for moonlight, enhancing her magical abilities during the night.
2. **Shadow Weaver:**
- Proficient in manipulating shadows, Lysandra can bend and mold darkness to conceal herself or create illusions.
3. **Lunar Resilience:**
- The energy from the shattered moon bestows upon her a heightened resilience, making her more resistant to certain mystical influences.
4. **Ethereal Perception:**
- Lysandra possesses a heightened awareness of mystical energies, allowing her to sense the presence of magical beings and artifacts.
**Skills:**
1. **Moonfire Conjuring:**
- Lysandra can summon and control ethereal flames infused with moonlight, providing both illumination and a mystical deterrent.
2. **Astral Projection:**
- Mastering the art of astral travel, Lysandra can project her consciousness beyond her physical form to explore distant realms or communicate with other magical entities.
3. **Telepathic Bond:**
- Develops the ability to establish telepathic connections with creatures of the night, fostering alliances and sharing information without words.
4. **Dreamwalker's Insight:**
- Lysandra gains the skill to navigate and interpret dreams, extracting hidden truths or receiving visions that guide her on her mystical journey.
As Lysandra progresses through her quests and experiences, these attributes and skills may evolve, unlocking new potentials and revealing the depth of her magical legacy.
**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.
“Eeeeeek!” she squealed at the sight of her powers. That night, Lysandra couldn't sleep; she was too engrossed in the intricacies of the legacy system.
The next morning, the maids came to wake Lysandra, finding her already awake. “Good morning, little miss. Oh my, have you not been asleep at all?” the maid asked.
“No, Mary,” Lysandra replied with a yawn. “I was too excited about what happened yesterday. I couldn't sleep.”
Just then, Lysandra’s mother, Elara, burst through the door, holding a letter in her hand. “Lady Elara!” The maids bowed as she entered the room.
“Lysandra, get dressed quickly. We have to leave immediately.” Lysandra looked puzzled. “No time for breakfast; you can eat in the carriage. We have a long trip to make,” Elara announced.
"Get her dressed for visiting the royal family, please. Oh yeah, here you go. Add this to her dress, please," Elara instructed, handing the maids a carefully crafted emblem—the family crest of the Nocturne Bloodline, known as the 3rd Bloodline.
As the maids unraveled the delicate intricacies of the emblem, Lysandra's eyes widened in awe and curiosity. The family crest, a masterpiece of symbolism, held the essence of the Nocturne legacy.
Lysandra's eyes widened in shock. “The royal family!” she shouted out in fright to her mother, who left as quickly as she arrived, like a whirlwind.
**Family Crest of the Nocturne Bloodline (3rd Bloodline):**
At its core, the emblem bore a pair of crescent moons, gracefully intertwined in an eternal dance. The crescents, a representation of duality, embodied the Nocturnes' connection to both the waxing and waning phases of the moon.
Surrounding the crescent moons was a veil of shadows, delicately woven to symbolize the family's mastery in manipulating darkness. This veil signified the harmonious balance between light and darkness that defined the Nocturne bloodline.
Silver filigree adorned the outer edges of the crest, intricately crafted to create patterns reminiscent of moonlit reflections on calm waters. The filigree served as a visual manifestation of the family's profound connection to the shattered moon's ethereal energy.
At the heart of the crescent moons, a deep sapphire gemstone radiated a gentle glow. This gem, a symbolic representation of wisdom and intuition, spoke to the Nocturnes' affinity for the mystical energies emanating from the shattered moon.
Sprouting from either side of the crescents were delicate nightshade blossoms, each adorned with subtle wings. These blossoms embodied growth, resilience, and the ability to thrive even in the shadows—a reflection of the Nocturne family's enduring spirit.
As the maids carefully added the emblem to Lysandra's dress, she couldn't help but marvel at the rich symbolism embedded in the family crest. Little did she know, this emblem would accompany her on a journey to the royal family, representing not just her heritage but the magical legacy of the Nocturnes within Saxonov.
As Lysandra prepared for her visit to the royal family, her dress unfolded a tapestry of elegance and mystique, carefully crafted to reflect the significance of the occasion.
The gown, woven from a luxurious midnight-blue fabric, draped in layers of flowing silk that gracefully pooled around her feet. The subtle shimmer of the silk caught the ambient light, creating an effect reminiscent of moonlit reflections on a tranquil lake.
Delicate silver embroidery adorned the edges of the gown, tracing intricate patterns that mirrored the filigree of the family crest. These silver accents bestowed upon the dress a celestial radiance, adding an ethereal touch to the overall design.
Upon closer inspection, the gown revealed a discreet yet enchanting motif of crescent moons. Moon-shaped sequins and crystals adorned the bodice and hem, paying homage to the Nocturne family's connection to the dual moons of Saxonov.
A sheer overlay, reminiscent of a veil of shadows, cascaded gracefully from the shoulders down to the hem. This semi-translucent layer added an ethereal quality, evoking the family's mastery in manipulating darkness.
Strategically placed sapphire gemstones caught the light with a captivating brilliance, echoing the deep hues of the shattered moon. These gemstones symbolized Lysandra's unique affinity for the mystical energies within Saxonov.
Tiny nightshade blossoms, crafted from fine silk, adorned the gown in carefully chosen locations. Each blossom bore delicate wings, mirroring the intricate details of the family crest and symbolizing growth, resilience, and the ability to flourish in the shadows
As Lysandra adorned herself in this enchanting gown, the culmination of midnight-blue elegance, silver filigree, and celestial motifs, she felt not just dressed for the occasion but intricately connected to the heritage and magic woven into the fabric of the Nocturne bloodline. Little did she know, this dress would become a statement, carrying with it the essence of her family's legacy into the presence of the royal family.