The world always looked different after the truth came out.
The rain had stopped, but the air still smelled of storm and sorrow. Each of the three wizards could feel it — the shift in fate, the way Earth had grown heavier since their secret touched human hearts.
Love was supposed to be beautiful.
No one warned them it would also be dangerous.
☀️ Boog
For the first time since arriving on Earth, Boog didn't go to the café.
He stood outside instead — hidden by the morning crowd, eyes fixed on the familiar door. The scent of roasted coffee drifted into the air, soft and tempting. Inside, Nawin was working as usual. Laughing with customers. Smiling. Pretending nothing had happened.
Boog's hand tingled. The golden light that once glowed warmly when Nawin smiled had dimmed, flickering like a candle fighting wind.
He wanted to step in. To explain. To say, I didn't mean to scare you.
But the fear in Nawin's eyes that night wouldn't leave his mind.
So, he turned away.
He walked through the streets aimlessly, blending into the humans who had no idea they walked among magic. Every reflection in the windows seemed to whisper — you're not one of them.
He stopped at a small park where children were feeding pigeons. The laughter there reminded him of home — the peaceful meadows of Auralis, the golden clouds, the way magic shimmered freely in the air.
He missed it. But he also knew he couldn't go back yet.
The Queen's voice still lingered in his mind:
"You will know your lover when your hand glows with warmth. But love alone cannot save you — it will test you first."
He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair.
"Some test this is…" he muttered.
Later that evening, he couldn't resist anymore.
He went back.
The café was quiet, almost closing. Nawin was wiping down tables when Boog entered. The bell above the door chimed softly.
Nawin froze.
For a moment, silence stretched between them — fragile as glass.
Boog took a step forward. "Nawin…"
Nawin looked up, his eyes unreadable. "You shouldn't be here."
"I know. But I needed to see you."
"Why? So you can throw more light beams and chase monsters again?" His voice trembled, anger and fear intertwined.
Boog flinched. "That thing wasn't human. It was hunting you."
"Then what are you?"
Boog exhaled slowly. "A wizard. From another realm."
Nawin laughed — sharp and hollow. "Do you even hear yourself?"
Boog's gaze softened. "You saw it with your own eyes. The light, the creature — you know it wasn't normal."
Nawin looked away, gripping the counter until his knuckles turned white. "I don't want to believe it."
"I understand," Boog said quietly. "But whether you believe it or not, you're part of it now."
The café lights flickered again — faintly, as though echoing his words.
Boog took a cautious step closer. "I'll protect you. Even if you never forgive me."
Nawin turned toward him, tears barely visible in his eyes. "I didn't ask for protection."
Boog's voice dropped. "And I didn't ask to fall in love."
Nawin's breath caught.
For a second, time seemed to stop — the hum of the refrigerator, the patter of rain outside, the entire world holding its breath.
But before either could say more, Boog's bracelet pulsed faintly gold.
The mark of a true connection.
Nawin saw it — and stepped back, voice breaking. "Don't. Please don't say that."
Boog's throat tightened. "I can't help it."
The bell above the door jingled softly as Nawin walked away, leaving Boog standing alone in the dim light, his hand glowing faintly — like a heart that refused to stop hoping.
🔥 Jonk
Jonk's shoulder still ached.
He sat on the edge of Tawan's couch, a towel pressed against the wound where the Hunter had clawed him. Tawan was pacing the small apartment, his expression a storm of disbelief and concern.
"I just… I don't get it," Tawan said finally. "You come from another world, you fight monsters, and somehow, I'm involved?"
Jonk gave a faint smirk. "You make it sound like I planned it."
Tawan frowned. "Then what did you plan, Jonk?"
Jonk looked down. "To survive. To find the one who makes my magic whole again."
Tawan's heart skipped a beat. "And that's supposed to be me?"
Jonk didn't answer immediately. He reached for the towel, setting it aside, then raised his wrist. The faint red glow pulsed beneath his skin.
"When I met you, the light appeared," Jonk said quietly. "That's how I knew."
Tawan took a slow breath, eyes fixed on the glow. "You're saying that means… what? Destiny?"
Jonk shrugged. "Something like that."
Tawan shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "You sound crazy."
"Maybe." Jonk's tone softened. "But even if you don't believe me, I meant what I said last night. I'd die before letting anything hurt you."
The words hung heavy in the room — too much, too soon, too honest.
Tawan sank onto the couch beside him. "You can't just say things like that."
"Why not?"
"Because I'll start believing you."
Jonk turned, surprise flickering in his eyes. "Would that be so bad?"
Tawan smiled faintly, then sighed. "It would be dangerous."
Jonk chuckled. "You have no idea."
For a moment, the tension eased. They sat in silence, the hum of the city outside blending with the rhythm of their breathing.
But then Jonk's phone — or rather, his crystal communicator — began to pulse faintly. He frowned and stepped away to answer it.
Boog's voice echoed through the light. "They're tracking us again. We can't stay hidden for long."
Jonk's jaw tightened. "Let them come."
"Jonk—"
He ended the call.
When he turned back, Tawan was watching him carefully. "That was one of them, wasn't it?"
Jonk nodded. "Yeah. My brother in arms."
Tawan hesitated. "Then what happens now?"
Jonk slipped on his jacket, eyes dark but determined. "Now, we fight for what's ours."
🌙 Donk
Donk hadn't slept.
The memory of the Hunter's screech replayed in his mind, over and over, until it blended with another sound — Phum's terrified gasp when he saw Donk's power.
He sat among the shards of broken glass in the flower shop, helping Phum repair what they could. The scent of lilies and soil filled the air, soft but heavy.
Phum broke the silence first. "That thing last night… it was after me, wasn't it?"
Donk looked up. "Yes."
"Why?"
"Because of me."
Phum frowned. "That makes no sense."
Donk sighed, fingers brushing a petal on the counter. "In my world, there's a prophecy — three wizards destined to find their human lovers. Together, their bonds would merge the realms. But not everyone wants that peace."
Phum blinked. "So they're trying to stop you."
"Exactly."
Phum set down the broom, leaning against the counter. "And your hand glowing… that means… I'm your—"
"Yes." Donk met his gaze gently. "My destined one."
The words hung between them like fragile glass.
Phum exhaled shakily. "That's insane."
"I know."
"And yet…" He hesitated. "When you said you weren't supposed to fall in love, it… hurt."
Donk froze, looking up at him — eyes soft, surprised.
Phum smiled sadly. "You talk like someone who's already accepted heartbreak."
Donk's voice was quiet. "In our world, love is forbidden for warriors of the crown. It makes us vulnerable."
"Then why do it?"
Donk's gaze fell to his glowing wrist. "Because I didn't choose you. My heart did."
The confession was like sunlight breaking through a storm. Phum's cheeks flushed, and for a moment, they simply stood there — silence louder than any word.
But then, a tremor ran through the floor. A faint hum vibrated the air. Donk's expression changed instantly.
He turned toward the window. The clouds outside were swirling unnaturally.
"They're coming again," he whispered.
Phum's heart raced. "What do we do?"
Donk grabbed his hand. "Stay close to me."
And for the first time, Phum felt it — the surge of warmth between their joined hands, the mark of true connection.
His hand glowed silver.
Donk's eyes widened. "The bond…"
Phum blinked. "What's happening?"
"Your soul just accepted mine," Donk whispered, awe in his voice. "We're bound."
Outside, thunder roared. The storm had returned — not just in the sky, but in their hearts.
🌌
By nightfall, all three wizards met again under the city bridge — the place where magic was invisible to human eyes.
Boog's eyes were shadowed with regret. Jonk's jaw was set in quiet fury. Donk's silver glow was faint, but constant.
"The bonds are forming faster than expected," Donk said.
Boog nodded. "And so are the attacks."
Jonk crossed his arms. "Then we prepare. Next time, we hit back."
Boog's gaze drifted toward the city lights. "They don't trust us anymore."
"They will," Donk said softly. "When they realize we'd rather die than lose them."
The wind shifted, carrying faint echoes of laughter — the voices of their lovers, somewhere out there, unaware of the danger still coming.
Boog closed his eyes, whispering to the night.
"Let them be safe until then."