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In a world where history is written by the victors, the truth of an ancient war has been buried beneath centuries of deception. The Mortal Realm believes the Veilborn—beings of divine descent—are nothing more than monstrous shadows lurking beyond the Veil, cursed for their sins. But reality is far more complex.

Willow Carselle, the youngest of three siblings, has always been different. With silver hair and eyes that gleam like moonlight, he is an anomaly among mortals. Haunted by dreams of ember-like eyes and whispers he cannot understand, he is plagued by an unseen force drawing him toward a fate beyond his comprehension. When an incurable plague sweeps through the Mortal Realm and claims him as its victim, his eldest sister, Charlotte, embarks on a desperate quest—one that takes her beyond the Veil into the forbidden Shadow Realm.

What she finds shatters everything she was taught to believe. The cursed land is not lifeless but ruled by the exiled Veilborn, and at its heart stands a man who has waited centuries for Willow's arrival—Prince Eryndor Thorne. Bound by an ancient destiny neither fully understands, Willow and Eryndor are the key to restoring balance between the fractured realms. But the forces that divided them will not yield so easily, and as long-forgotten truths resurface, the line between hero and villain begins to blur.

With war looming and fate tightening its grip, Willow must unravel the lies of the past before both realms fall into eternal darkness. But can a single mortal defy fate itself—and the will of the Divine?

VEILBOUND: The Entwined Fate

The stars had dimmed, as if the heavens themselves mourned. A lone figure stood at the edge of a crumbling altar, her silhouette bathed in the ghostly light of a fractured moon. Aetheriscia Carselle, the last of her line, pressed trembling hands against the cold stone, her breath forming delicate wisps in the frigid air. The whispers of the past coiled around her like unseen specters, murmuring of fate, of sacrifice, of a future already written in the ink of prophecy.

The great veil between realms had not trembled for centuries. It had remained silent, undisturbed since the day the world was torn apart by greed and fear. But tonight, the air thrummed with something ancient, something waiting.

Aetheriscia's voice broke the stillness.

The wind howled, carrying her words beyond the ruined temple, beyond the mortal kingdom, beyond the unseen borders of the world.

"A child will be born beneath a sky veiled in silver. His path will be neither mortal nor divine, yet both shall claim him. The shadows will whisper his name, the heavens will fear him, and the world will bleed before it bows."

Aetheriscia closed her eyes, pressing a palm against her womb. A heartbeat. Faint, yet strong. A life untouched by the sins of kings, by the burdens of ancient feuds. A life that would one day stand between ruin and salvation.

But fate was a cruel thing. It did not wait for readiness. It did not heed the prayers of mothers.

In the distance, the toll of war drums shattered the night.

Prologue: The Veil Stirs