The moment she stepped into the palace of the 1st Kingdom, everything changed.
The halls were carved from ancient starstone, enchanted to glow with warmth and history. Yet Ayra didn't feel comfort—she felt pressure. The kind that came with thousands of years of power watching her every step.
She wasn't here to be a princess.
She wasn't here for revenge.
She was here… because she had nowhere else left to go.
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The Banquet of Eyes
A royal feast was held to welcome "the lost granddaughter." Nobles from across the continent were summoned.
Ayra, in a flowing white and crimson dress—provided against her will—sat at the center of the banquet like a lioness in a glass cage.
Whispers danced around the room.
> "She's so plain…"
"An illegitimate daughter of a forgotten queen—how tragic."
"They say she survived assassination attempts. Ridiculous!"
Ayra simply sipped her drink, smiling faintly. They'll learn eventually.
Just then, a loud crash echoed through the hall. A scroll was delivered to the King. As he read it, his hands trembled—not from fear, but fury.
> "What is it?" Ayra asked, almost lazily.
> "Another attempted invasion. On the border of the 1st and 3rd Kingdoms."
> "Need help?" she said, biting into a piece of bread.
He gave her a questioning glance.
> "With what? You're just a—"
Then the chandeliers above exploded with light.
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The Storm Awakens
Ayra stood slowly, the pendant around her neck glowing faintly.
She raised her hand toward the sky—casually—and spoke one word.
> "Freeze."
The entire palace courtyard, miles wide, suddenly filled with glowing symbols in the air—ancient runes far beyond the comprehension of that world.
Then—
Boom.
A cosmic storm erupted from above. Not thunder. Not lightning.
But energy ripped straight from the edge of creation. Frozen particles of time, reversed moments, shattered dimensions—all compacted into a single burst of magic Ayra casually sent in the direction of the border… hundreds of miles away.
The sky cleared.
The scroll in the King's hand burned away.
Everyone went silent.
Even the wind.
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The Power They Can't See
> "W-What was that?" a noble gasped.
> "A… a divine miracle?"
> "She's a goddess…"
Ayra turned to the King.
> "That was just a breeze."
> "From where?" he asked, voice hoarse.
She looked up at the stars above and smiled.
> "A place your kind stopped dreaming of long ago."
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