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The Moonlit Curse – Synopsis

In the mystical kingdom of Elarion, where magic lingers in the air and the moon governs fate, a young healer named Belinda carries a secret she does not yet understand. Every full moon, an unseen force tugs at her soul, luring her to the river’s edge, where, for fleeting moments, she sees a man in the water’s reflection. A man who does not stand beside her. A man who speaks her name with an aching familiarity.

That man is Callan, the lost prince of the Moon Realm, trapped between worlds by an ancient curse. Long ago, in a forgotten era, he made a vow of love to a mortal woman, defying the celestial laws that bound him to the heavens. But fate was cruel, and his love was stolen away by time itself. Every generation, he searches for her reincarnation, hoping that one day she will remember, and set him free.

When Belinda unknowingly stumbles upon the truth, her quiet life in the village of Veywyn shatters. Shadows begin to stir, for the Shadow Queen, a sorceress who covets the power of the moon, has been waiting for this moment. She knows that if Belinda unlocks her past, she will also awaken the Celestial Bond, a magic powerful enough to break curses, but also strong enough to shatter worlds.

As war brews between the forces of light and darkness, Belinda must make an impossible choice: to break the curse and free Callan, even if it means losing him forever, or to defy destiny and forge a new path, one where love does not come at the cost of fate.

But the moon is a jealous witness, and the past does not let go so easily.

Bound by an oath they cannot remember and a love that refuses to die, Belinda and Callan must navigate the treacherous path of forgotten memories, celestial secrets, and the whispers of a love story that has been rewritten across lifetimes.

Will they finally break the curse? Or are they doomed to be star-crossed souls, forever reaching across time?

THE MOONLIT CURSE

The wind carried whispers through the ruins, voices of a forgotten past stirring in the darkness. Belinda stood frozen, her pulse roaring in her ears as Callan's words settled deep into her bones.

"You are the lost daughter of the Lunar Court."

Her mind rebelled against the idea, but her body… her soul… they recognized the truth. The magic in the air called to her, humming beneath her skin like an old song waiting to be remembered.

Belinda's fingers trembled as she pulled away from Callan's grasp. "No," she breathed, shaking her head. "This can't be real. I I was just a healer's daughter. My mother,"

"She was never your true mother," Callan interrupted gently, though his gaze remained firm. "You were hidden in Veywyn for a reason. To keep you safe."

The question burned on her tongue, but before she could ask, the ruins groaned under a sudden gust of wind. The ancient arch behind them pulsed once more, as if responding to her presence, and a low hum vibrated through the air.

Callan stepped closer, his silver eyes scanning the surroundings. His body tensed, one hand resting near the hilt of the blade strapped to his side. "We can't stay here. The longer you remain, the stronger the pull will become."

Belinda tore her gaze away from the crumbling pillars, her heartbeat erratic. "The pull?"

"The power that was sealed away with you," Callan said. "This land, this kingdom, it remembers you, just as you are beginning to remember it." He gestured toward the ruins, where the vines had started to move, shifting unnaturally, reaching toward her. "And you are waking it up."

Panic clawed at her chest. The stones beneath her feet vibrated, and the shadows cast by the fractured moon above lengthened, curling toward her like eager fingers.

"No" she stumbled back, but Callan caught her, his grip strong and steady.

"Breathe, Belinda," he murmured, his voice a tether in the growing storm. "Don't fight it. Feel it."

She didn't want to. She wanted to run, to close her eyes and pretend this was all some cruel illusion. But the power wouldn't let her. It wrapped around her like an embrace, whispering forgotten names, forgotten memories.

A vision flashed before her eyes, a towering palace of silver and moonstone, its spires reaching toward the heavens. A grand hall filled with figures draped in celestial robes, their gazes reverent as they bowed before a child with dark flowing hair and a crown of silver light.

Belinda gasped as the image vanished, leaving her breathless. Her knees buckled, but Callan was there, holding her upright, his expression unreadable.

"You see now, don't you?" he murmured.

Tears burned in her eyes. She didn't want to believe it. Didn't want to accept that her life, the one she had always known, was built on a lie.

The truth had already started unraveling inside her.

Chapter 8: Echoes of the Moonborn