In the twilight of a fallen kingdom, where crowns crumble and shadows dance, a young prince ascends the throne. His coronation, a bitter symphony of loss, echoes through the marble halls. For the rebellion has painted the palace walls with blood, leaving no trace of kin but whispers of survival.

And then there's Teri—the weaver child, half-ghost, half-mortal. His existence, a riddle etched in crimson threads.Born lifeless,buried alive, he clawed his way back from the abyss, the scarlet filaments clinging to his tiny fingers like secrets whispered by the earth itself.

Teri's became the third ghostweaver in centuries. His mother, eyes wide with wonder and fear, cradled him in her arms, defying death's decree. The others fled, abandoning the babe and his spectral companions. 

The great general, Teri's father, defied the usurper king. In a hidden chamber, he revealed a box—an enigma of destiny. Three artifacts nestled within, each pulsing with purpose. "Find their owners," the general urged, entrusting the box to his daughter, Darlene. "Escape," he whispered to his wife, urging her to flee with their children.

The constables hunted, but the family eluded their grasp. Days turned to weeks, and news of the great general's demise reached Teri's mother. Alone, penniless, she remarried—a fragile alliance that would soon shatter.

Teri's stepfather despised the weaver's gift—the communion with ghosts. A poisoned pastry stole Teri's sight, but not his resolve. When his mother's screams pierced the night, Selena, his spectral sister, whispered the truth. Fury ignited within him, and the stepfather met his end. The mansion crumbled, and Teri fled with his sisters—Selena's ghost, Darlene, and Elley, the five-year-old.

Now, seventeen,Teri try to find the box that was taken away.
  As the sun kisses distant horizons, Teri embarks on a quest: to find the rightful owners, to unravel the tapestry of fate or perhaps,just perhaps,to weave a new dynasty fromthe strands of the past.

King of the former dynasty

The chamber they were in was spacious and cozy, with a large fireplace that crackled with warmth. The walls were covered with tapestries depicting scenes of hunting and warfare, and the floor was strewn with rugs and furs. 


A wooden chest stood at the foot of the bed, containing some of their belongings. A small table and a few chairs were near the window, which offered a view of the snow-covered landscape outside. 


The chamber was one of the best rooms in the inn, reserved for noble guests and travelers of high rank. 


Teri sat on the bed with Mizak, Prince Ivive, and Elley, while the others reclined on cushions across from him. 


Mizak cast a furtive glance at Teri and was about to speak, but he was forestalled by Melovine. 


Melovine's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "So, Silver Hair, tell us, how did you execute that move? That was on a transcendent level!" she exclaimed. 


Unsheathing the king's sword