Prolongue
Thread of Destiny
A Tale of Love Beyond Fate
By R.B. Writes
Prologue: The Thread That Found Her
In the magical realm of Elyndor, every soul was born with a red thread of fate—a shimmering line invisible to the eyes but deeply etched in the spirit. It connected two destined hearts, a sacred promise that bound them from the moment of birth until their final breath.
But Princess Clara was different.
She was born with no red thread.
As she grew, the whispers began. A princess without a thread was a flaw in their perfect system. She was questioned, doubted, and pitied. The elders believed her thread must exist but lay hidden in another realm, outside their magical world. And so, Clara made the most dangerous decision of all—she crossed the boundary and entered the normal world in search of the heart tied to hers.
There, in a world without magic, she met Dyron, a gentle doctor with eyes full of wonder and a heart untainted by fate. Against all odds, their invisible threads intertwined.
Magic met humanity, and love bloomed not because of a destined tie, but because of choice.
From their love, two daughters were born—Suna and Zyra. Suna, the elder, showed signs of magic. Zyra, the younger, was entirely human. The magical world did not accept Dyron, and tragedy soon followed.
Clara and Dyron were forced to live in the normal world for their daughters’ safety.
But Elyndor never forgets. And it never forgives.
The elders, five powerful leaders obsessed with control, made a cruel decision. At the age of three, long before either child’s powers had awakened, they declared that the magical daughter—whichever she turned out to be—would be bound to the Duke’s son through the red thread. A political alliance disguised as destiny.
The Duke, Aron, often visited Clara’s family with his two sons: Eric, the noble and serious heir, and Chess, the free-spirited and warm younger son. The children—Suna,
Zyra, Eric, and Chess—grew up together, inseparable. They shared laughter, secrets, dreams. And as they grew, so did the quiet whispers of love.
But love never follows the rules set by power.
