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Silence.
For the first time since the Breaking War, silence reigned. The thunder of collapsing worlds, the screams of the dying, the song of divine power — all had vanished into a single breath of stillness.
The sky was no longer torn between night and dawn. It was both — a perfect twilight of gold and indigo, soft and endless.
Elara stood alone on a plain of glass, the remains of the battlefield now crystallized by the explosion of time. Each shard around her reflected a different moment — her first battle, Anna's laughter, Lorien's hand reaching for hers.
She touched the fragments gently.
And they whispered.
> "We remember."
Every echo of the past lived here now — preserved, not erased. Time itself had folded into peace.
She looked up at the horizon. The sea of time, once raging gold, now flowed like liquid silver. The scars of the Entity's presence were still there, faint and trembling, but healing.
"Lorien…" she whispered. "I did it. But it cost everything."
A faint breeze stirred the air. Somewhere far above, a star flickered — a single spark brighter than the rest.
And for a moment, she felt him smile.
Days — or centuries — passed. Time no longer obeyed her.
Elara walked through the newborn world, her bare feet leaving trails of light on the ground. Mountains rose in her wake. Rivers began to flow again. Life sparked from ashes — grass from glass, trees from dust, skies from void.
But she was not alone for long.
From the ruins of the old realms, others began to awaken. Warriors who had fallen in the final war, their souls reformed by her power. They emerged from the crystal plains, dazed, breathing, alive.
"Elara…?" one whispered. It was Lyra, her armor cracked, her eyes filled with disbelief. "Are we—are we back?"
Elara turned, her voice gentle but heavy. "Yes. The war is over. But peace won't last unless we protect what's left."
Lyra dropped to one knee. "Then command me, Goddess."
Elara's expression hardened. "No goddess. No rulers. Just keepers. This world must never bow again — not to shadow, not to light. Only balance."
A faint murmur spread through the survivors. Hope. Fear. Wonder.
And somewhere deep within the forming horizon, the faint hum of magic stirred again — new, wild, unpredictable.
But peace… was never meant to last forever.
Far beyond the visible world, at the edge of the sea of time, a crack shimmered — tiny, almost invisible.
Through it, a fragment of the Entity's essence pulsed — faint, weak, but alive.
And within that darkness… a voice whispered.
> "You may have sealed me, Elara. But time is not your servant. It bends for all — even me."
The shard drifted downward, sinking into the new world. It landed in the soil of a green meadow, where a young girl — no older than ten — played beneath the newborn sun.
The shard pulsed once.
The girl looked up, her eyes catching the faintest flicker of shadow.
And the world shifted — subtly, invisibly.
Back in the radiant citadel Elara had built, Lyra entered the Hall of Mirrors — the chamber where time's echoes could still be seen. She knelt before the central mirror, where Elara's reflection appeared, older now, her eyes deeper, colder.
"Reports from the south," Lyra said quietly. "The forests are growing faster than they should. The creatures are… changing."
Elara's expression didn't waver. "Magic is rewriting itself. It always does after a great war."
"But these… aren't natural changes. The rivers are running black at night."
Elara turned to the mirror, eyes narrowing. Through its surface, she could see glimpses of future storms — distant, unclear.
"Keep watching," she murmured. "The past doesn't die that easily."
Outside, the winds carried faint whispers — laughter, voices, memories. The souls of the fallen still lingered, woven into the fabric of creation.
And in the heart of the silver sea, the light of Lorien's essence shimmered faintly.
> "Soon, Elara," it whispered through the current. "Soon, we'll meet again — when the stars forget their names."
Her eyes softened. "Then I'll wait. For every lifetime it takes."
The waves of time glowed softly around her feet, rippling outward to touch every corner of creation — from the sleeping mountains to the shadow growing in secret.
A new age had begun.
But in its heart… destiny stirred once more.
The air was alive again.
Every sunrise brought new color, new sound — birds whose wings shimmered like liquid glass, rivers singing songs of creation. The world Elara had remade was thriving. Too thriving.
At first, she thought it was just her lingering divine energy causing the rapid growth. But now… the trees were whispering.
And they were whispering in the Entity's voice.
The Uneasy Peace
Elara stood at the edge of the crystal forest, her hand brushing a tree trunk that pulsed with veins of gold. The bark was warm — alive.
She closed her eyes and listened.
> "We remember you, Creator…"
"You broke the world, then rebuilt it wrong…"
She yanked her hand away, her pulse quickening. The trees fell silent, but the words echoed in her head like distant thunder.
Behind her, Lyra approached, armor gleaming faintly in the dawn light. "You've been coming here every morning," she said softly. "What do you hear?"
"Nothing," Elara lied.
Lyra frowned but didn't press further. "The Council wants your word on the southern disturbance. The rivers are moving backward again."
Elara's eyes flickered. "Time inversion?"
"Possibly. And the scouts reported a girl — one who controls it."
That made Elara's breath hitch. "A child?"
"Yes. They say she heals with shadows."
Elara's hands tightened. She turned back toward the whispering forest. "The past refuses to die…" she murmured. "It's found another vessel."
The Girl of Shadows
Deep in the valley of Veyra, the girl played near the river that ran against the flow of time. Her name was Seren. She hummed softly, and as she did, the flowers around her bloomed — then unbloomed — over and over again, caught between life and decay.
When she touched the water, her reflection smiled before she did.
"Why do you always come here?" asked a voice.
Seren looked up to see an old man carrying herbs. His face was kind, but his eyes were cautious.
"The river listens to me," she said innocently. "It tells me things."
"Like what?"
She smiled faintly. "That the world isn't new. It's just pretending to be."
The old man froze. "Who told you that?"
Seren tilted her head. Her eyes — one gold, one pitch black — shimmered faintly. "The lady in the water."
And as she said it, the river rose, forming the faint outline of a tall woman made entirely of shadows.
> "My child," the figure whispered. "The time of endings is never truly over."
The old man screamed.
Seren just smiled, eyes glowing brighter.
The Call of the Rift
Back in the Citadel, Elara stood in the Hall of Mirrors, staring into the largest mirror — the one tied directly to the flow of time. The surface rippled violently, showing flickers of the past: Kael's face, Lorien's sacrifice, and finally, a girl standing in a river that ran backward.
Seren.
Elara whispered, "So that's where it went…"
Lyra entered behind her. "You've seen her?"
"She's the one carrying the last shard of the Entity. The balance is cracking again."
Lyra hesitated. "Then we end it before it begins."
"No." Elara's tone was sharp, her eyes dark with something unreadable. "If she truly carries that power, destroying her could break the cycle — or start it anew. I have to find her myself."
Lyra frowned. "Alone?"
Elara turned, light gathering at her feet. "This is my burden to end."
And before Lyra could speak again, Elara vanished into a burst of golden flame.
. The Meeting of Light and Shadow
The valley of Veyra shimmered under a violet dusk when Elara arrived. She could feel it — the pulse of forbidden power beneath every leaf, every drop of water.
And then she saw her.
A small girl, standing barefoot in the shallow river, the current flowing backward around her legs. Seren looked up the moment Elara appeared.
"You're the one who made the world," the girl said softly.
Elara's breath caught. "Who told you that?"
"The river."
Elara stepped closer, cautious. "Do you know what you carry inside you, child?"
Seren tilted her head. "A voice. It says it remembers everything I dream."
Elara's expression darkened. "That voice isn't yours. It's trying to use you."
Seren's eyes gleamed — and suddenly, the water around them exploded into the air, freezing mid-motion. A wave of reversed time rolled outward, turning night into day and back again.
Elara barely raised her shield in time.
"You're hurting the world," Elara said, her voice both gentle and firm.
The girl's tone was calm — almost eerie. "No. I'm fixing it. The world's pretending to be whole, but it's still broken underneath."
And then, for just a second, her voice wasn't hers anymore.
> "You cannot escape what you began, Creator."
Elara's pulse spiked. The Entity's essence had awakened.
The Battle of Reflection
Elara moved fast, summoning twin blades of gold light. Seren raised her hands, and the air behind her warped — shadows solidifying into mirror images of Elara herself.
Each clone smirked, voices overlapping.
> "You fought to destroy me. You became me."
Elara launched forward, cutting one down, then another. Each strike shattered into fragments of memory — her own laughter, her own fear. The more she fought, the more the reflections multiplied.
Seren's small hands trembled. "Stop fighting! It's showing me your pain!"
Elara froze.
The shadows wavered — and in their place, appeared Kael. Lorien. Anna.
Each one smiled, bleeding light.
Elara dropped her weapon, falling to her knees. "No… you're gone."
Kael's phantom stepped forward. "Gone? No. You carry us. Always."
The reflections merged again, and this time, the shadows recoiled from the sudden burst of warmth in Elara's heart. Her golden aura flared, surrounding Seren, shielding her from the Entity's grasp.
> "You can't have her," Elara roared.
The Entity's voice echoed in fury:
> "Then both of you shall be mine!"
The world erupted into blinding chaos.
When the light cleared, the valley was gone. In its place — a ring of floating islands suspended over an endless abyss, fragments of time circling like debris. Elara and Seren stood at its center, both shaking, both glowing with opposite power.
The next phase had begun.