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 bandits lay beaten and injured, too weak to stand, yet none were dead. 


Melovine, Elley, Prince Ivive, and Mizak kept watch from every angle, alert for any signs of renewed aggression. 


Teri's black cloak fluttered as he strode toward the leader, who was crawling away. 


The man struggled to his feet, ready to flee, but Teri vanished from his original position and reappeared directly in front of him. 


Wide-eyed and startled, the man stumbled backward, collapsing to the ground. 


Teri's lips curved into a slight smile. He crouched down, gripping the man's clothes and hauling him upright. 


"You will take me to your camp and show me where that girl is," Teri demanded, releasing his hold on the man's garments. "Lead the way, or else." 


With his hood pulled low over his face, Teri observed as the man scrambled to his feet and started running. 


"I'll be back," Teri called over his shoulder, not bothering to look at anyone else. "Keep watch and take care of yourselves." 


Kiera's rescue