Aeurothrion

Zone-9 isn’t a world. It’s a stage.
And Rael? He’s not the actor—he’s forced to be the director, without a script.

Ten zones. Ten leaders. One system that can’t be opposed.
But when Rael uncovers a forbidden file called “The Glass,” the line between reality and simulation begins to crack.

Citizens start dreaming. Cities begin to shift.
And the mirror… starts reflecting something that isn’t him.

Trough The Glass

But the stillness in the air wasn't peace — it was the silence between thoughts, the kind that comes before something important.

Rael stood alone in the comms room, staring at the dormant screen.

Keziah's voice still echoed in his head.

" But that doesn't mean I'll let them burn this world just because they're afraid of something different "

Then — a single private signal came through. No sound.

Just a flickering blue line and a message:

Keziah: Safe location prepared. Zone-3. Come alone.

It wasn't a war room. It wasn't even military.

The space was encased in curved glass walls, opening into a silent sky. A long-forgotten garden sat at the center, wild yet strangely untouched.

Lady Keziah was already there, seated on a marble bench, a silver ribbon tying back her hair.

A weathered book rested in her lap — real paper, not digital.

He didn't feel like this was a place to argue, or to lead.

" Have you ever heard the name Aleya? "

Her voice cut the silence, eyes still fixed on the fractured red sky above Zone-3.

" Was she the Commander before you? " he asked, quietly.

" No " Keziah replied. " She was... me.

Keziah's voice remained steady, but each word she spoke felt like pulling old wires from scarred flesh.

" Back then, I believed in the system more than anyone.

I believed perfection was possible...

if every variable was controlled "

" Aleya was the name the system gave me.

A name that didn't allow failure "

" But then I saw a child executed.

Not for rebellion — just for making a decision… without permission "

That silence... was my greatest failure "

" The only way the system could let me live " she continued,

" was by erasing what made me human "

" But memories... they don't vanish.

Then she looked at him — not as a superior, or a symbol.

But as someone who had bled through the same quiet war.

But I remembered what it felt like — to not belong "

He stepped forward, stopping a few feet from the marble bench.

" Why speak, after so long staying silent? "

Keziah closed the book in her lap.

this time, the world might be offering a second chance "

They sat together in silence, surrounded by glass and sky.

No battle maps. No strategy screens.

Just two people, both shaped by things they could no longer undo.

Rael closed his eyes for a moment.

" Sometimes… change doesn't begin with war "

" but with someone brave enough to remember what the system taught us to forget "

Ch7-Shadows Behind Her Eyes