BEE_sylver
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The summer heat pressed against Mira's skin as she wandered through the field behind her grandmother's house. She was eight years old, restless, and bored of the countryside. City kids didn't belong here among the endless grass and chirping crickets. She found the old oak tree by accident, its massive branches spreading like an umbrella over a patch of cool shade. Mira plopped down against the trunk with a sigh, picking at the grass beside her. That's when she heard footsteps. A boy appeared, maybe her…-
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Spring has come yet again Breeze carrying scented fragrant Bright sun looming above Flowers basking with delight Everything sparkled alight. In this scenery, I found you askew Contrastingly obvious in plain view Like a black dot on a white canvas The wronged, the shouldn't, the amiss You turned around and walked back The sullen atmosphere clutching as you go back I gaze at you from a distance as flowers swayed from your disturbance I clutched at the window frame Knuckles turning white without…
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In the past, it all began The us, the story, our unforgotten melody It was summer Under the big oak tree, we met unexpectedly Never planned yet was destined unknowingly Two kids, two gazes, two hearts One careless, the other uptight One smiling, the other scowling I remembered you clearly Clutching at a smooth, black, wooden bamboo flute tightly Standing stiffly, I offered you a space to sit beside me Reluctancy, hesitation showed in your face immediately Yet you came to me slowly Step by…
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One year later, Prince Aldric stood beside Princess Helena at the Spring Festival. They made a handsome couple—she, graceful and poised; he, every bit the confident crown prince. To all observers, it was a successful match. From his position coordinating servants in the East Wing, Kieran watched the celebration from afar. He saw Aldric smile at his wife, saw him perform his duties with the same perfect grace he always had. And in quieter moments, when Aldric thought no one was watching, Kieran saw the…
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The days following the confession were torture. Aldric retreated behind his public persona, and Kieran was reassigned to other duties within the household. They saw each other only in passing, and when they did, Aldric's expression was carefully neutral. It was what Kieran had asked for. What he'd insisted upon. It was unbearable. "You look terrible," Chelsea said one morning, studying Kieran's face. "When did you last sleep properly?" "I sleep fine." "Liar." She sighed. "What happened between you and…
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Summer arrived with oppressive heat. The palace slowed its rhythm, afternoon activities cancelled in favor of seeking shade. It was during one of these quiet afternoons that everything came to a head. Kieran was organizing books in the prince's study when Aldric entered unexpectedly, his formal robes already loosened, hair slightly disheveled. He looked more relaxed than Kieran had seen him in weeks. "You're still here," Aldric observed, a slight smile on his lips. "You're always here, it seems." "Where…
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After that day in the garden, something unspoken shifted between them. Aldric began to seek Kieran out—small requests, brief conversations, moments that seemed to last both too long and not long enough. "Kieran, what do you think of this treaty revision?" "Kieran, you're from the southern district, aren't you? Tell me about the harvest concerns there." "Kieran, stay a moment. I'd value your opinion." Each interaction fed the growing feelings Kieran desperately tried to suppress. His heart would race…
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The weeks that followed were a study in careful avoidance. Kieran threw himself into his duties with renewed dedication, arriving early, staying late, volunteering for every task that would keep him busy and his mind occupied. It didn't work. Every time he entered the prince's chambers, every time he stood at a respectful distance during meetings, every time their eyes accidentally met—the awareness was there, humming beneath the surface like a plucked string still vibrating. Spring deepened into full…
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Spring arrived with its usual fanfare—birds singing, flowers blooming, everything awakening from winter's sleep. Mira was eighteen now, and the memories of that summer had grown hazy. She could barely picture Kai's face anymore, just fragments: serious eyes, careful movements, that black flute. But she remembered the melody. It played in her mind during quiet moments, haunting and beautiful. On impulse, she found herself driving back to her grandmother's old property. The house had been sold years ago,…
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For every being, a wheel of destiny is running Already paved path for someone is waiting Walking along a wide road I have seen And only the fated person had to be The destiny in books is already written The clock ticks as time is nearly approaching Yet fate has its own say The already written has been distorted The clear waters now have been unclear The wide roads I've seen now became a narrow plank on murky waters A future as bleak as the looming dark clouds A fog covering everything as far as…
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"Ten years," Mira whispered, finally finding her voice. "You've been coming here for ten years?" Kai nodded, a slight flush coloring his cheeks. "The first few years, I came every season. Then I realized... spring made the most sense. New beginnings and all that." A laugh bubbled out of Mira, breaking the tension. "I thought I was being ridiculous, holding onto a memory from when we were kids." "If you're ridiculous, then so am I." He held up the flute. "I never stopped practicing. This melody—I…
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Spring arrived at the palace with its usual fanfare—petals drifting through courtyards, birds singing from ancient eaves, and servants bustling to prepare for the season's ceremonies. But Kieran barely noticed any of it. His attention was fixed on the solitary figure walking back from the garden pavilion. Prince Aldric moved through the blooming landscape like a shadow cutting across light. While everything around him sparkled with life, he seemed to carry his own weather—a sullen atmosphere that…
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The next morning brought the usual routine. Kieran rose before dawn, helped prepare breakfast for the royal family, then took his position outside the prince's chambers. Other servants came and went, but Kieran had somehow become the one Prince Aldric tolerated most—perhaps because he knew when to be invisible. The Council Hall was buzzing when Kieran arrived to serve tea during the morning assembly. Prince Aldric sat at the long table surrounded by advisors and ministers, his posture impeccable, his…
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They walked the narrow plank together. The world turned against them with a vengeance. Cultivators from Luminar hunted them as dangerous criminals. Villages they tried to help turned them away, frightened by Cassia's shadow-touched aura. Former friends became enemies. The Council placed bounties on their heads. But they faced it together. When shadow-beasts attacked in the Whispering Woods, Elian's sword flashed silver while Cassia's dark energy bound the creatures in place. Where Cassia's impulsiveness…
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Two years passed on the narrow plank. They wandered the borderlands between light and shadow, helping those who fell through the cracks of the Council's pristine system. Cassia's shadowcraft evolved, no longer the crude forbidden technique she'd first wielded, but something new—a balance between light and dark, healing and harm, control and emotion. Elian remained her constant, the rigid back that shielded her from the worst of the world's scorn, the steady hand that pulled her back from the edge when…
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The world beyond the golden walls of Luminar was exactly as bleak as they'd always warned. Cassia wandered through territories shrouded in permanent mist, where the line between cultivation and corruption blurred. She helped where she could—villages plagued by curses, settlements terrorized by shadow-beasts, places the Council deemed unworthy of salvation. Her shadowcraft grew stronger with each use, but so did the whispers that followed her name. Fallen prodigy. Corrupted Archmage. The girl who chose…
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