Chapter 1: The Birth of Lyra
It was a magical night in Lunaris. The full moon hung high and bright, bathing the forest and the castle in its silvery light. The night-blooming flowers exhaled their sweet fragrance, and the trees whispered to the wind as if they knew an ancient secret that no one else could understand. The air was charged with a distinct energy, as if the world itself were waiting for the birth of something extraordinary.
In a room of the castle, Queen Selene rested with her newborn in her arms. Her face was tired, yet filled with a deep love as she caressed the small hands of her daughter. King Orion, standing beside them, gazed at both of them with a happiness that seemed to glow from within.
“She’s perfect,” Selene whispered, her voice barely a breath. “Like the light of the moon,” Orion replied, bending down to kiss his wife’s forehead, and then Lyra’s, who slept peacefully.
That night was the first time the three of them allowed themselves to rest together, wrapped in the warmth of their love and the protective light of the full moon, which streamed through the glass windows and bathed the room in a soft glow. It seemed like a picture of absolute tranquility.
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But, as with all nights, dawn arrived. The first rays of the sun broke through the gloom, slipping past the curtains and slowly waking the castle.
It was then that the air changed. What had once been calm now felt heavy, almost oppressive. The servants walking through the halls noticed the strange silence in the royal chambers and, worried, one of them dared to open the door.
The scream that followed echoed through the entire castle.
On the bed, Selene and Orion lay motionless, their skin pale and cold as marble. Their faces, once full of love, now appeared empty, as if something had taken their essence while they slept. Between them, little Lyra was awake, reaching her tiny hands toward her parents, but they did not respond.
The guardians arrived quickly, and one of them took the child in his arms while the others examined the scene with horror. No one could understand it. There were no wounds, no signs of struggle. Only death, silent and inexplicable, had taken the king and queen on a night that had seemed so perfect.
When they lifted Lyra, a ray of moonlight, which had not yet completely faded, illuminated her face. It was as if the moon itself were protecting her, whispering to her in a language no one else could understand.
The entire castle fell into a deep mourning. No one knew what had happened or why the royals had died. Only little Lyra remained, oblivious to the tragedy but marked by a destiny that had already begun to reveal itself.
Thus, beneath the mantle of the moon and the shadow of a tragedy, began the story of Lyra, the princess of Lunaris, destined to carry a secret that would change the course of the kingdom forever.