Solenya, the star-scribe, had always claimed neutrality, recording the world without interference. But secrets had weight, and Solenya had carried one for too long.
In her hidden chamber, she showed Lucky a vision—a time-locked memory of Umbrael's birth.
He had once been called Auralis. A guardian of starlight, tender and brilliant. But when the world turned on him—when mortals stole the stars to forge weapons—he shattered. Not out of hate. Out of grief.
Lucky wept. "We were taught to fear him. But no one mourned him."
Solenya placed a hand on her shoulder. "Then mourn him. But stop him."