Zeysa

This story will be quite different from the original story so please be prepared.
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Reincarnation was the beginning. Change... was her choice.
After dying in a way even she can’t remember, a soul awakens once more—in the form of a small winged child in the holy city of Laterano. Her name is now Exusiai. But behind those wide red eyes lie memories from another world… and a determination to rewrite fate.
She knows how this story ends. She remembers the future, and it’s soaked in pain:
Mostima will be exiled.
Fiammetta will burn under the weight of law.
And Terra itself will be torn apart by war and ambition.
But this time, she’s not here to watch.
From sunny school days in Laterano to the chaotic streets of Lungmen, Exu lives her new life with a smile, a wink, and a pocket full of curiosity. She doesn’t look like a hero—and maybe she never wants to be one. But behind every quiet rebellion, every rule she bends, every friend she saves before the fall…
She’s building something.
This isn’t a story of grand prophecy. It’s the story of someone who knew what was coming—and decided to break the world, just a little, to save the people in it.
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I apologize profusely for the short chapters.
This is my first fanfic and I made it using GPT so if there are any mistakes and something that doesn't fit please forgive me.
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Exusiai: The Fate Disruptor

Night in Laterano had its own kind of silence.

Not the total absence of sound, but a hush filled with delicate notes: the soft clinking of distant metal from bell towers, the whisper of wind brushing through tall buildings, and the faint rustle of wings in the sky—like a lullaby for the whole city.

Her blanket reached her chin, but her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, dimly lit by moonlight spilling through the window.

Beneath her pillow, the small pendant from yesterday still felt cold, even after a night of holding it close.

There were no markings, just a plain metal ring shaped like a miniature halo.

But somehow, every time she touched it, it felt... alive—not literally, but in a spiritual way.

Like it whispered things that hadn't yet found words.

A gentle knock came at her door. "Exu?"

It was Lemuen's voice. Not worried, not scolding.

Instead… soft. The voice of someone who wanted to speak without touching a wound.

"Come in," Exu replied, not moving.

Lemuen stepped inside and sat at the edge of the bed with an extra pillow in her lap.

She looked at her sister for a moment, then asked,

"No." Exu lifted the pendant slightly. "Still thinking about this."

Lemuen lowered her gaze, staring at the pendant in silence.

"That place…" Exu said softly. "It wasn't just some old room, was it?"

"You're smart. And I won't lie to you."

"There are many things in Laterano that weren't left behind because they were broken… but because they were too dangerous to remember."

Exu twirled the pendant around her fingers.

"To all of us," Lemuen replied gently.

"Sometimes, a memory can be a weapon.

It can open a door that can never be closed again."

Outside, the wind brushed against the short cypress trees.

The bell from the tower rang once—midnight.

"But I trust you. So if you feel there's something you need to know… I won't stop you.

Exu looked into her sister's eyes for a long moment.

Lemuen gently ruffled her hair. "Get some sleep. You've got school tomorrow, right?"

"Hmm," Exu murmured, tucking the pendant back under her pillow.

Lemuen stepped out. The door closed softly.

Exu looked at the ceiling once more—and this time, sleep came more easily.

The next morning, Laterano's sky looked… strange.

Not overcast, but a dark grey tinged with an odd shimmer, like floating Originium dust.

The air was cold, and many kids at school wore extra coats.

"Hey, did anyone see the lightning last night?" one student asked, his small white wings slightly torn.

"It was like... blue light, but no thunder," added another.

Mostima sat alone on a schoolyard bench, not joining the conversation.

Her eyes were fixed on the far-off tower of Laterano.

In her hands, she held a small rosary—something she rarely used in public.

Exu walked up to her. "You're spacing out."

Mostima turned. Her smile was faint.

"I just feel like the world is moving faster than usual."

"The sky looks weird," Exu said, gazing upward.

"And people are keeping more secrets," Mostima whispered.

Before Exu could ask more, a Laterano officer hurried across the yard, speaking tensely to a teacher.

News hadn't been announced, but the tension in the air said enough.

"Mostima," Exu said softly. "You know something, don't you?"

Mostima looked at her. Her gaze was sharp, but not harsh.

"You should start preparing yourself, Exu."

"For the moment when your curiosity opens a door that can't be shut."

But inside her, every small step was starting to feel heavier.

And the skies of Laterano—usually clear—now seemed to hold back thunder just waiting for the right moment to fall.

Chapter 20 – “The Silence Before the Thunder”