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The Silver Dawn

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Ariel never wanted to be a hero. As a child, he witnessed his home consumed by an Abyssal Rift, his family slaughtered before his eyes. In his agony, something awakened deep within him—the voice of a goddess, ancient and powerful. His Legacy of the Moon surged forth, granting him immense power but leaving him with unbearable grief. To the world, he became a future hero. To himself, he was a failure. Now, as a disciple of the Lightbound Order, Ariel is trained to be a warrior of balance, yet the weight of expectations crushes him. He is praised as a savior, but in his heart, he knows he was too weak to protect those he loved. Haunted by the past and uncertain of his future, he walks the line between control and destruction, between destiny and defiance.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: The Birth of a Moon

The moon hung high in the sky, its silver glow bathing the quiet town of Eldrin in pale light. The cool night air carried the faint scent of freshly tilled soil and burning lantern oil, a familiar comfort. It was a peaceful night.

Inside a small home near the town square, Ariel sat at the dinner table, warm candlelight flickering across his face. His younger brother giggled beside him, stuffing a piece of bread into his mouth as their mother set another dish onto the table. His father, a sturdy man with calloused hands, chuckled at something his mother had said, the warmth of the home wrapping around them like a comforting embrace.

Then came the sound. A deep, bestial roar, so raw and guttural it sent vibrations through the floorboards. The wooden walls trembled. The candlelight flickered.

His father's face darkened. He stood abruptly, crossing the small room to the window. The moment he pulled the curtain aside, his breath hitched. Ariel had never seen his father afraid before—not like this. The flickering glow of fire illuminated the town square, and shadows twisted unnaturally in the streets.

His mother moved toward the window, whispering, "No… it can't be."

"Stay here," his father commanded, voice like iron. He grabbed his axe from the wall and rushed for the door. Ariel barely had time to react before his mother's hand clamped onto his wrist, holding him still.

Then came the screams.

Shrill cries of terror. The deep, agonized wails of men and women being torn apart. The sound of steel clashing against something harder, something unnatural. The ground shuddered beneath them. And then—

A sickening crunch.

The wall beside them exploded inward, sending splinters of wood flying through the room. The force of the impact knocked Ariel backward. His vision blurred from the dust and debris as his ears rang from the impact.

A monstrous figure stood in the wreckage, its jagged, blackened limbs shifting unnaturally. Its glowing violet eyes locked onto them. A low, vibrating growl filled the room.

Ariel's breath caught in his throat. He couldn't move. He couldn't even scream.

His father was gone. The collapsed section of the house buried him beneath rubble.

His mother shoved him backward, her grip tightening on his wrist. "Run!" she cried, shoving his younger brother toward him.

But there was nowhere to go.

The creature lunged.

His mother stepped between them. Claws as dark as the abyss sliced through the air, through flesh, through bone. She crumpled, a choked gasp escaping her lips as blood painted the floor beneath her.

His little brother screamed. Ariel felt his own breath leave him, his world reduced to blood and moonlight.

The monster turned to him, hollow eyes gleaming with an unnatural hunger.

Abyssal energy crackled through the air, thick and suffocating. His body trembled, his vision blurred with tears. He felt a pulse deep within his chest—a warmth, a whisper, something ancient stirring inside him.

A soft voice brushed against his mind.

Child of the moon… awaken.

Agony coursed through him as something shattered inside his soul. His veins burned with silver fire, his vision flashing white. A distant, melodic hum resonated within his mind—a song both familiar and foreign.

The creature hesitated, sensing something had changed. It took a step forward. Ariel's heart pounded, his breath ragged. His hands trembled as an unnatural light flickered across his skin.

His hair, once dark, shimmered into silver strands. His brown eyes burned away, replaced by orbs of pale moonlight.

Power flooded through him.

But he could not control it.

The energy surged wildly within his body, expanding too fast, too violently. His mind could not comprehend it, his limbs could not contain it. The moonlight, radiant and untamed, erupted from him in a blinding pulse of raw destruction.

A brilliant wave of silver energy exploded outward. The wooden beams of his home shattered, the monstrous fiend was reduced to vapor before it could even react, and the very ground beneath him cracked beneath the sheer force of the release. Everything near him—walls, furniture, bodies—was obliterated in an instant.

Then, silence.

Ariel fell to his knees, his breath ragged, the weight of exhaustion slamming into him like a falling star. His silver hair dimmed, his eyes fluttering, the energy that had momentarily consumed him now leaving his body weak and trembling.

He did not remember when his body hit the rubble. He only felt the cold embrace of the ruined earth beneath him before darkness claimed him.

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Aftermath

The fires raged on, their glow casting eerie shadows across what remained of Eldrin. The night had swallowed the town, leaving only devastation in its wake. No laughter, no voices—only the crackling of embers and the distant howls of creatures fading into the void from whence they came.

By dawn, the rescue team arrived. Seven figures, clad in pristine white and gold armor, stepped carefully over the smoldering ruins. Their eyes, hardened by war, scanned the destruction with grim acceptance. They had seen villages fall before, but this… this was different.

A knight knelt, pressing his gloved hand against the charred earth. "No Rift remains… it closed prematurely." His voice was tight, controlled, but beneath it lay unease.

"Impossible," the leader of the group muttered, his blue cloak billowing in the cold morning breeze. "A Rift of this scale does not simply vanish without consuming everything first."

The youngest of them hesitated, staring at a pattern scorched into the ground. It pulsed faintly, remnants of something unnatural clinging to the air.

"Commander," the knight called out. "Over here."

The group hurried forward, moving debris aside with efficiency. Then they saw him.

A boy, no older than twelve, buried beneath the wreckage. His silver hair shimmered faintly under the morning light, stained with dirt and dried blood. His body was weak, trembling even in unconsciousness, yet power still clung to him—subtle, yet undeniably present.

The leader crouched beside him, studying the remnants of energy that flickered like dying embers around his form. It was unlike anything they had encountered before. It was power they had never felt before—otherworldly, unnatural. It bore no clear markings of the divine, nor did it feel like the abyssal taint they had come to fear. It was something else.

One of the knights whispered, "What… what is he?"

The commander exhaled sharply. "I don't know," he admitted. "But we can't leave him here."

He rose, glancing toward the sky, where the pale moon lingered even against the rising sun.

"Take him. We return to the Citadel immediately."

As they lifted the unconscious boy from the ruins of his past, none of them could have known what had been set in motion. That this moment, a single night of devastation, would one day be remembered as the first step toward a change the world never knew.

They did not yet know his name, nor the power that lay dormant within him.

But the moon had already chosen him.