Chapter 1 The Light Stolen
**"Ayraa… Ayraa…
Stop… please, let her go…"**
My voice screams, but it feels like an empty echo swallowed by the void. Right in front of my eyes, a demon is dragging my Ayra away. Her screams… god, her screams are stabbing through my soul.
"Ayraa! No… please, not her!" I cry, but my legs won’t move. My hands are frozen. I can’t do anything. I was born like this—
blank. Weak. Useless.
This world, Eryndor, is cruel. But it's full of people stronger than me.
Upper Eryndor: Humans
Central Eryndor: Magical Spirits
Lower Eryndor: Demons
And me?
Moryn?
For the last thousand years, not a single newborn soul has entered this world. And now…
I’m the first true newborn to be born after all that time.
Is that a blessing? Or a curse meant only for me?
Right now… it feels like a curse. I was born with nothing.
No past life knowledge. No skills.
Just… void.
Ayra was the only color in my dull, grey life. When she looked at me, every cell in my body would dance. When she touched me, I could hear my own heartbeat. And now… all of it is gone.
The demon’s claws pierce into her skin, pulling her into the darkness of Lower Eryndor.
Her last glance—filled with fear—cuts into my chest like a blade.
"Moryn! Save me!"
Her voice… it killed me. I tried to run. I tried to reach. But my legs were too weak.
"Ayra, I can't do it! I’m sorry… please don’t leave me!" My hand almost touches hers—but she slips away. The demon’s red eyes stare into mine and laugh, like it knows that I’m worthless. I collapse to the ground.
Mud clings to my face as tears fall freely.
"Why me, Ayra? Why was I born empty?"
I couldn’t even save you… My heart is shattered. Each broken piece screams your name.
Your cries are fading—but in my mind, they play on a loop. A torment I can’t escape.
"Ayra… my soul is gone with you…"
The wind of Eryndor howls around me, but I feel nothing but cold.
Without her… what do I do now?
Everyone in this world is reborn.
But I already feel dead.
"My light is gone, Ayra. What do I do now? What can I possibly do?"
My voice cracks.
Tears burn down my cheeks.
I force myself to stand—but my body feels like stone.
I look toward the demon’s path—toward Lower Eryndor… where she’s gone.
I have no powers.
No training.
No strength.
But in my heart, there’s a fire.
"Ayra, I’m coming. No matter what, I’ll find you." I know it’s foolish. I know I’ll probably fail. But your voice drives me forward. My steps are shaky,
but I keep walking— because if I stop now, I’ll lose you forever. This world… this cursed Eryndor, may have been made to break me.
But let it try. You’re everything to me, Ayra. Without you, I am nothing.
"Ayra… wait for me. Even if it costs my life, I’ll protect you." My heart is screaming. My mind tells me I’ll fail. But I go anyway. Because right now, pain is the only proof I’m still alive.
