Anomalihehe

"This land was once promised... to the Children of Light.
But that promise was betrayed—
and they were cast into a forgotten dimension."

Beneath the stillness of Paragon’s world,
the echoes of an ancient prophecy have begun to resound once more.
The Throne of the Heavens has spoken—
the children of the past shall return,
to claim their right over the Promised Land.
They do not come as shadows of what once was—
but as the spearhead of a new fate.

Yet their arrival is not the only omen.

The Blessings have descended,
bound to the chosen,
standing as witness
that destiny will move once more—
amidst burning fire and fading hope.

For in the end...


"I’m sorry if my English is not very clear or easy to understand." -Author-

The Holder of Light

From behind the trees, the three of them watched the gates of Niagara.

Tall. Solid. Surrounded by black iron fences that rose like fangs. Dozens of armed guards checked every visitor one by one. No one passed without being questioned. Without being inspected.

Entering the city under these conditions… was nearly impossible.

Meeting the Master Alchemy—just as his father instructed—would be far more difficult than he thought.

And he couldn't explain anything to Aria or Nari.

They didn't yet know that he was now a fugitive of the kingdom.

Didn't know that the blood of an Aetherlyn prince ran through his veins.

As he was still thinking of a way to enter without raising suspicion, the wind blew a crumpled flyer that got caught in a tree branch.

The flyer… made his blood freeze for a moment.

Features: Bright blue eyes, silver hair, teenage.

"They're throwing away this much money... just to catch me?"

Arion clenched the flyer tightly. Something was wrong.

This wasn't about escape. This... was a hunt.

He quickly tore the flyer before Aria or Nari could see it.

But before he could think further, the mysterious sword wrapped in cloth on his back began to glow.

A soft light seeped through the fabric, as if signaling.

But the light only lasted for a moment—then faded, like the last breath of a tired creature.

"Aria… can I borrow your cloak."

Arion spoke in a quiet but serious tone.

Aria looked at him in confusion for a moment, but eventually handed over her cloak without many questions.

She knew, when Arion spoke like that... it wasn't for something trivial.

With the cloak covering his body and the hood hiding his face, Arion blended into the crowd lining up at the gate.

Aria and Nari stayed by his side, keeping just enough distance—not suspicious, but close enough if anything happened.

When it was their turn, a guard looked at them with sharp suspicion.

His eyes caught a glimpse of blue light under Arion's hood.

And in that instant, his suspicion grew. Burned.

A commotion broke out at the back of the line. Two visitors arguing furiously, nearly killing each other.

"Now!" Arion whispered, and the three of them slipped quickly past the checkpoint, entering the heart of Niagara.

The streets were crowded. Towering buildings stood tall, but in every corner, royal spies were lurking.

Arion kept his face hidden beneath the hood.

Because in this city… one wrong look, one wrong step—and everything could fall apart.

Cerberus & Wastu