Pinkytinkloo

Once, they reigned supreme over the Lunaris Kingdom: Nyara Goddess of Night,  Kail God of Night, and their daughter, Iyla, the Child of Night. But two centuries ago, the cruel hand of humanity struck them down, shattering their celestial reign. Betrayal led to their demise, their divine essence scattered across Earth. Now, reborn and unaware, they live mortal lives, their memories lost to the ages.

Nyara, a 24-year-old woman on Earth, bears a striking birthmark that mimics the night sky across her back and arms. This causes her to feel alienated from her family and the world, she always covers it up. A nagging sense of incompleteness haunts her, a void where a past life should be.

Kail, now 25, carries a strange birthmark from his chest down his arm, a faint echo of his godly past. He walks a lonely path, disconnected from those around him, feeling a profound sense of loss, as if something vital has been stolen from him.

In a secluded forest, a 5-year-old girl named Iyla was discovered as a baby in forest, abandoned and marked with radiant patterns from her shoulders to her arms. She resides in an orphanage, forever overlooked for adoption due to her unusual markings.

Veil Of Night

The wail of the ambulance sliced through the night, its flashing lights painting the wet asphalt with streaks of red and blue as it sped toward the S City Hospital. Inside, the paramedics worked frantically, their faces grim as they tended to the small, unconscious form strapped to the stretcher.

"High fever, looks like," one paramedic said, his voice tight with concern.

"And the side of her head is bleeding a little. She took a nasty fall," another responded, her hands expertly applying pressure to the wound.

They burst through the emergency room doors, the stretcher wheels screeching against the polished floor. A flurry of activity erupted around them as doctors and nurses rushed to their aid, their voices a mix of urgency and professionalism.

"Patient appears to be around four or five years old, suffering from a high fever and a possible concussion from the fall," one doctor announced, his eyes scanning the child's pale face.

"We need to check her brain activity and try to get her to stay awake," another doctor added, his hands already moving to attach monitors and administer fluids." Changing the child into a little hospital gown thats when they saw the markings on her arms. Shocking seeing such a thing they never seen before. "What is that" "It looks like star marking on her" "Very body focus we have an unconscious patient.

"Let's get fluids in her body and give her some acetaminophen to reduce the fever," a nurse said, her movements swift and efficient.

As they worked, the reality of the situation sunk in. This child was alone, with no identification, no family to claim her. "We couldn't find any information about her or her family," a nurse said, her voice laced with frustration.

"Take her blood and run a DNA test," a doctor ordered, his tone decisive. "She has to have family somewhere."

Hours passed in a blur of tests, procedures, and anxious waiting. The little girl remained unconscious, her small body fighting a battle against the fever and the head trauma. The hospital staff worked tirelessly, their dedication unwavering, their hope for her recovery growing with each passing moment.

Finally, as the sun began to peek over the horizon, a breakthrough came. "Sir, we found a match. 99% relation as her mother," a technician announced, her voice filled with excitement.

"Her name is Nyara Alistair. We will contact her right away," the doctor replied, his face lighting up with relief.

He sighed, his gaze softening as he looked at the small patient lying in the bed, still lost in the world of unconsciousness.

In the bustling nurses' station, a phone rang, its shrill tone piercing the early morning quiet. A nurse answered, her voice professional and calm. "Hello, is this Miss Nyara Alistair?" She paused, listening intently. "A family member of yours is in ICU, unconscious, after taking a big hit to the head that caused a concussion." She listened again, her expression softening with sympathy. "Yes, I'll see you then. Bye."

The older nurse shook her head, a mixture of pity and concern etched on her face as she hung up the phone. Then, she walked into the room where Iyla lay.

Chapter 21 Threads of Fate