Prologue: Shadows of the Past
In the silence of the night, the air seemed heavy, as if it carried the weight of centuries. The stars, cold and distant, watched over the land like silent sentinels, bearing witness to secrets buried deep beneath the earth. Among them, one figure stood alone, as though forged by the shadows themselves.
Her name, whispered only in the darkest corners of the world, was Noor. Yet, even this name carried the burden of untold stories, secrets that could break even the strongest souls. Noor had always been a paradox—an enigma wrapped in beauty and sorrow, strength and vulnerability. A woman of great power, whose grace hid a past too painful to remember, yet impossible to forget.
The moon, pale and distant, reflected in her dark eyes as she stood in the stillness, her heart heavy with memories. Memories that refused to let her be, that haunted her waking hours and kept her awake long into the night. It was said that time healed all wounds, but for Noor, time had only carved deeper scars, each one a reminder of the sacrifices she had made, and the price she had paid.
In the quiet of her solitude, she could almost hear the whispers of those long gone—the ones who had shaped her, loved her, and left her. But even their voices were fading now, lost in the abyss of time. Noor could not run from her past, for it was forever etched in the very core of her being. And yet, she knew that if she did not face it soon, it would consume her.
The winds picked up, carrying the scent of something old—something ancient. A presence stirred within her, a force that she could neither deny nor escape. The past was calling, its shadows stretching long across her path, threatening to engulf her once more. The choices she had made had shaped her destiny, but the consequences had yet to unfold.
The night held its breath as Noor stepped forward, her silhouette vanishing into the darkness, leaving behind only the shadows of a past that refused to be forgotten.