Night in the human realm was never truly quiet.
Even when the rain stopped, even when the streets emptied, the pulse of the Earth continued — a low, breathing hum that only magic could hear.
For Boog, Jonk, and Donk, that hum had started to change. It vibrated differently now, as if the planet itself recognized their presence.
As if their hearts had started speaking the same language as the sky.
☀️ Boog
Sleep had never come easily to Boog.
Even as a child in Auralis, he'd been too curious, too restless. His teachers said he could hear the stars whisper. The Queen said he could hear destiny itself.
But tonight, he heard something else.
A voice. Soft. Familiar.
"Boog?"
His eyes opened — but he wasn't in his room.
He was standing on a hill of floating light, clouds glowing beneath his feet. The sky shimmered in gold and indigo. The twin moons of his realm hung above, one full, one broken.
He hadn't seen this world in weeks — not since coming to Earth.
And standing a few steps away, dressed in white, was Nawin.
Boog froze. "This… this isn't possible."
Nawin looked around, wonder and confusion flickering in his eyes. "Where are we?"
"My world," Boog whispered. "Or at least… its memory."
He took a step forward, but stopped himself. The air around Nawin was shimmering — fragile, like a dream.
Nawin frowned. "I thought I was dreaming."
"You are," Boog said softly. "But somehow, our bond let you cross into mine."
"Your bond?"
Boog lifted his hand. The faint golden glow pulsed beneath his skin. "Our hearts are connected. That's why you can see this."
Nawin stared at the landscape — the waterfalls of starlight, the floating blossoms, the golden mist. It was too much beauty for one dream.
"So this is where you're from," he murmured.
Boog nodded. "Auralis. The realm of eternal dawn."
Nawin turned back to him, voice quiet. "It's beautiful… but sad."
Boog smiled faintly. "You can feel that?"
"Yes."
"That's because it's fading. Our realm has been losing its light ever since the barrier between worlds began to decay. That's why the Queen sent us here — to find the ones who could restore it."
Nawin frowned. "You mean… lovers?"
Boog hesitated. "Soulbound pairs. Our magic is incomplete without the other half."
Nawin's breath hitched. "And I'm…?"
Boog looked up, eyes soft but sure. "Mine."
The air trembled. Light rippled through the clouds like water.
Nawin shook his head. "You don't even know me."
"I've known you longer than you think," Boog whispered. "I used to dream of this place — and you were always standing right there."
The world shimmered brighter, reacting to the truth.
Nawin took a shaky breath. "If this is real, then what happens when I wake up?"
Boog's smile was sad. "You'll forget parts of it. But your heart will remember."
He took one more step closer — close enough to reach out, though he didn't dare touch. "When the time comes, your hand will glow. That's when you'll know."
Nawin's lips parted as if to speak, but before he could, the dream began to fade — the sky unraveling into streaks of gold.
"Wait—Boog!"
His name echoed as Nawin's figure dissolved into light.
And Boog woke up with a start — hand glowing faintly gold in the dark.
🔥 Jonk
Jonk hadn't slept either.
He was lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling, listening to the hum of Tawan's apartment — the refrigerator, the ticking clock, the faint sound of rain starting again.
Tawan had insisted on watching over him after the wound reopened, and had fallen asleep beside the couch, wrapped in a blanket.
Jonk looked at him for a long time — the rise and fall of his chest, the faint frown he wore even in sleep. Humans were so fragile. And yet, so powerful.
A pulse of energy rippled through his wrist.
He frowned. "What now…"
He sat up slowly, feeling warmth spread through his body — a pull, like gravity. His magic was responding to something. Or someone.
Tawan stirred in his sleep, mumbling softly.
Then, the light in Jonk's palm pulsed again — and Tawan winced, clutching his chest.
Jonk's eyes widened. "Hey!"
He knelt beside him instantly, hand hovering above Tawan's heart. The glow from his wrist flowed through the air, into Tawan's chest — a thread of crimson light connecting them.
Tawan gasped, eyes snapping open. "What's happening?!"
Jonk's voice was calm but intense. "You're feeling my power."
"Your what—?!"
"It's the bond. You're linked to me now. When my energy spikes, yours reacts."
Tawan breathed heavily, eyes darting between the glowing thread and Jonk's hand. "Then stop it!"
"I can't."
The light pulsed faster — heartbeat syncing to heartbeat.
Tawan's vision blurred, flashes of fire and battle flooding his mind — memories that weren't his. He saw Jonk standing in a burning forest, sword blazing, shouting words he didn't understand. He saw the Queen's palace under siege, the sky bleeding red.
"Stop—please!"
Jonk grabbed his hand, breaking the link with a surge of willpower. The light vanished.
Silence.
Tawan collapsed against him, trembling. "What… what was that?"
Jonk's jaw tightened. "You saw my world. My past."
Tawan's voice was a whisper. "You were fighting."
"I've always been fighting."
He looked down at Tawan — pale, shaken, but still there. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to see that."
Tawan swallowed. "No… I think I needed to."
Jonk frowned. "Why?"
"Because for the first time, I believe you."
The words hit harder than any spell. Jonk stared at him, something fierce and fragile breaking inside his chest.
Tawan's hand brushed his wrist — the place that had glowed. "Does it hurt?"
"Only when you're far away."
🌙 Donk
Phum couldn't stop shaking.
He'd fallen asleep behind the counter, exhausted from repairing the shop, when he found himself standing in a garden made entirely of moonlight.
Flowers glowed like stars around him. The air was cool and fragrant.
"Where… am I?" he whispered.
"You're in my memory," a voice said behind him.
He turned — and there was Donk.
But not the Donk he knew. This one wore silver armor etched with runes, a cape flowing like mist. His eyes were softer, older — filled with stories Phum could only imagine.
Phum's heart skipped. "You look… different."
Donk smiled. "This is how I was before I came to your world."
Phum stepped closer, awed. "You were a knight."
"A guardian," Donk corrected. "One of the Queen's moon sentinels."
He looked around the glowing garden. "This place is where I swore my oath — to protect light, no matter the cost."
Phum frowned. "Then why do you look sad?"
Donk hesitated. "Because oaths and hearts don't always agree."
Phum's chest tightened. "You mean… me."
Donk smiled faintly. "Even in dreams, you're perceptive."
Phum's hand brushed one of the glowing flowers. "If this is your memory, does that mean I'm seeing through your heart?"
"Yes. The bond lets you see what I see. Feel what I've felt."
Phum looked around again — the stars, the silver fountains, the faint sound of music echoing from far away. "It's beautiful."
Donk watched him quietly. "You make it brighter."
Phum blushed. "You always say things like that."
"Because they're true."
Before Phum could answer, the dream began to shimmer. The flowers dimmed, the light fading.
"What's happening?"
"The connection's closing," Donk said softly. "But remember this — if ever you're afraid, close your eyes and call my name. The bond will hear you."
Phum's voice wavered. "Will I see you again like this?"
Donk smiled — gentle and sure. "You already do. Every time your heart beats."
And then the world turned to silver mist.
Phum woke with tears on his cheeks, a glowing petal in his hand.
🌌
By dawn, the three wizards gathered again — each changed in ways the others could sense.
Boog's eyes carried warmth. Jonk's fire had steadied. Donk's aura shimmered faintly with moonlight.
"The bonds are deepening," Donk said quietly.
Boog nodded. "They're seeing what we are."
Jonk looked toward the horizon. "Then the veil is thinning faster than expected. The Queen was right — love bridges the realms."
Boog glanced at the faint glow on his hand. "But it also paints a target on their hearts."
Donk's voice was calm, resolute. "Then we protect them — no matter what the cost."
A gust of morning wind swept past, carrying the scent of rain and jasmine.
Far across the city, three humans — Nawin, Tawan, and Phum — stirred in their sleep, unaware that magic still lingered on their skin.
And somewhere beyond the clouds, the Queen watched through the veil, whispering to the dawn:
"Let love awaken, for soon the storm will follow."