(Thousands of years ago) 
Silvra, the goddess of the elemental magics summoned the seven Altors. Seven magical stones along with seven creatures appeared in the Orphiel Shrine, each standing in each circle. Bright, radiant, glowing seven different colors of light appeared, blasting towards the sky. Under the millions of stars cast in the vastness of the night, the goddess created the destined princess to prevent the abuse of power and balance to her world. Only one child will be born under the rarest moon to appear every 50 years— will be the chosen, boring marks of the fate they hold. Fearing the god beasts will invade her children, she commands the Altors to stay in the land. The seven creatures then transformed in their physical manifestations and scattered in the world. The magical stones disperse in the seven stone walls in the shrine. 
… 
Seira Lacresia is a normal woman at least for her, trying to live as peacefully as possible and protect the only family she had left in the small town outside the capital of the Adeosian Kingdom. But an accusation will bring her life upside down, forcing her to confront the place where her nightmares and pain lies.

Kyrian Azrael is the crowned prince of the Adeosian Kingdom. A dangerous, painstakingly vigilant, cold, calculating, unforgiving, and ruthless man and known as the Prince of Death. Opposite to the tradition of his kingdom, he didn't want to meet the destined princess. For him, the power that the destined princesses hold is the one who induced greed in people and swore to kill the chosen woman for the throne. 

What will happen if the past that she tried so hard to forget invade her present? How can she protect herself from breaking even more when her fate is already tangled to a person that has a great connection to her past and future?
In the battle of principles, will love be enough to change the written predestination of the sky or chaos will fall upon them?

Mark of the Destined Princess

Seira leaned on the cold solid wall. She can feel her heart pounding, ringing in her ears. She had no idea if it was from her running like she was in a marathon or from what happened inside the forest. Those flowers stuck to her mind. She didn't have the time to listen to the servant waiting for her outside the forest as her mind was preoccupied. 


The eyes of Bella and Almira were saying the same thing back there. She knew it. But she had no courage, no, she didn't want to voice the word out nor thought explicitly of it. There's no way. No. 


But she felt her heart sink when even herself, she sounded desperate convincing herself of that possibility. 


She dropped her stare on her shaking hands. Cold sweats beads on her forehead. 


With a deep inhale of air that seemed to leave her out for a while, she knocked on the wooden door before letting herself in. She peeked her head out and saw Ms. Cora standing in the middle of her small room. 


D-day: Morning of Revelation