The world had forgotten.
Peace had reigned for five hundred years, but peace is always fragile.
It hangs by the thinnest of threads, woven into the fabric of a memory that fades and warps with time.
At the heart of Solaria,
the grand Academy of Heroes stood as a beacon to the world.
A place where children of all backgrounds —
noble blood, commoners, orphans —
came to learn how to protect the world.
But in the shadows of the grand marble halls,
a new generation stepped forward.
They were not born as kings.
They were not born as saviors.
They were born as children of two worlds.
Kai, a half-blood, carried the weight of a tarnished legacy.
He was tall, lean, with eyes that burned with an ancient fire —
though he had no idea why.
He wore the rags of an orphan, rejected by the purebloods,
disdained by the elite.
He had no memories of his past life.
He only knew the bitterness of being rejected.
The other students mocked him for being a half-blood —
his lineage was always a topic of sneers and whispers.
His heart burned with a strange power,
a hunger he could not explain.
He felt the sting of ancient curses buried deep in his bones.
But Kai was not weak.
He was determined.
He would survive this place.
He had no choice.
And then there was Arin, reborn as the pure-blooded descendant of the glorious House of Veyla.
She was everything the world revered.
Crowned by birth, adored by all.
Her pale skin glowed under the golden sun,
her long hair shimmering like light itself.
She was perfect, the purest of heroes.
But Arin had no memories of the past.
No recollection of who she had once been.
Her mind was a blank canvas, her life written in the pages of history,
but her heart? It yearned for something more.
Something strange.
Her family — the Veylas — taught her to be a beacon.
To wear the crown with pride.
To lead the Academy with her powerful bloodline.
But something was missing.
A deep ache she couldn't place.
A whisper in the back of her mind.
A longing she couldn't understand.
The students of the Academy were divided —
the purebloods walked tall, heads high, thinking of themselves as the future rulers,
while the commoners were left to struggle in the shadows, their potential dismissed by the very system that claimed to protect them.
Kai and Arin never met in the beginning.
But their paths were always destined to cross.
On the first day of their training,
the Academy's entrance hall was filled with excitement.
Hundreds of students, young and old, lined the grand hall.
At the front, a banner hung:
"The future begins today. The light will never fade. The Abyss will never rise."
But a whisper moved through the crowd. A strange tension filled the air.
And at that moment, Kai caught a glimpse of Arin.
Her eyes.
They were different.
She didn't smile like the others. She didn't speak with the same perfect grace.
She was… empty.
Kai, despite the contempt he was shown by the rest,
could not ignore the curiosity gnawing at his gut.
Why did he feel drawn to her?
Why did he feel something in his chest that he couldn't explain?
Arin felt the same.
There was something in Kai's eyes.
It wasn't just pity.
It was something deeper.
A connection?
The world had told them their roles.
Arin, the Hero.
Kai, the tarnished blood.
They would go through their training separately.
But the pull between them was undeniable.
The prophecy hung in the air, but no one could see it yet.
The Abyss lives.
The Prince of Darkness will rise again.
For now, they were only children.
For now, they were only students.
For now, they were lost souls.
But destiny…
destiny does not wait.
And as the light filled the Academy halls,
the shadows began to stir.