Whispers Of The Blue Moon

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Midnight cloaked the Magical Forest of the BlueMoon Kingdom, where moonlight bled silver upon dewdrenched leaves. Wind rustled gently, but the peace was deceiving—beneath the pale moonlight, Dylan knelt on the forest floor, blood gushing from a deep wound in his abdomen, soaking his robes.

His eyes, dimming yet burning with emotion, lifted to the girl standing before him.

"Irin..." he whispered. His voice cracked. "For...your husband...?"

The girl blinked slowly, her breath shallow. Her brows furrowed, and she leaned closer, her voice trembling but sharp.

"Did you forget him that quickly, Dylan?" she asked, voice thick with pain.

Then her tone shifted—sharp, cutting.

"Xander."

Dylan's body stiffened. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"Xander...?" he gasped, his voice barely a whisper.

Suddenly, a small butterfly-designed hair stick slipped from her hair, clattering to the ground. A shimmer rippled through the girl's form—and like moonlight revealing truth, she transformed. Her features sharpened, changed—eyes different, her scent changed too.

Dylan's red eyes widened as he backed slightly.

"It's you…" he breathed. "Fiona..."

She staggered slightly, as if waking from a dream. Her hand went to her face—her skin pale in the moonlight. Her eyes moistened.

"It's not... Irin," she whispered. "It's me... Xander's wife... Fiona."

A chain around her neck glinted—a diamond ring hanging delicately at its center. Dylan's face turned cold. His body shook, lips trembling. His eyes glowed a burning red—but he coughed again, blood splattering the ground.

Far away, hidden behind glowing trees, stood a girl watching.

It was Irin—the real Irin.

Something on her wrist gleamed faintly. Her heart pounded. She had heard it all—Dylan's pain, Fiona's truth. Her gaze dropped to the mark on her skin—her Lilly tattoo, glowing softly.

She couldn't hold back anymore.

"Dylan!" she cried out.

Irin ran from the shadows and rushed to his side, falling to her knees beside him. Without hesitation, she pulled him into a tight embrace. Dylan also noticed her glowing tatoo...Her arms wrapped around him with urgency and love.

"I won't let anything happen to you," she whispered fiercely. "Not now. Not ever."

Fiona stepped forward, her eyes filled with conflict.

"Irin... he's a demon. You shouldn't—"

Irin looked up at her, eyes burning with betrayal.

"I didn't expect this from you, Fiona," she said, voice shaking. "How can you lower yourself like this? You deceived everyone... even him."

Fiona was speechless.

Irin turned back to Dylan, gently holding his cheek. Dylan's fading eyes met hers, and with his last strength, he touched her face.

"Irin..." he whispered, a soft smile blooming.

And then—his body went limp.

"Dylan...? Dylan!!" Irin cried, shaking him. "No... please—wake up!"

A tear slipped from her eye, falling on his bloodstained chest.

Just then—a sudden surge of light erupted on both sides of the forest.

From one side, Ruther arrived with urgency. On the other, an Ancestor from the Heaven Realm appeared, his aura ancient and commanding.

"Irin!" Ruther rushed to Dylan, placing a glowing pill between his lips. "We don't have time. I must take him back to BlueMoon Palace... or he won't survive."

Irin nodded, but before she could follow, the Ancestor gripped her wrist tightly.

"You must come with us," he said coldly.

"I... I can't leave him!" Irin protested, trying to break free. "He needs me now!"

The Ancestor's voice was firm, yet strange. "You can't. But rest assured... nothing will happen to him."

Irin froze. "Why?"

"Because," the Ancestor said, his voice low, "the one who stabbed him used the Dragon's Dagger. That weapon only reacts to one's fated lover. And she... wasn't you."

The words struck Irin like thunder.

Dylan's stab wound... was not meant to kill him. It was meant to awaken something—a .....deeper fate.

Ruther nodded grimly. "I'll protect him. Trust me."

And then, with a flash of blue light, Ruther vanished, carrying Dylan back to the BlueMoon Palace.

"Irin—" the Ancestor ordered. "You must come with us."

Irin, breath trembling, gave one last look toward the path where Dylan disappeared. "Don't let anything happen to him…" she whispered.

Beside her, Fiona stood silently, unable to meet her eyes.

"You must explain," the Ancestor said sharply to Fiona, "why you stole the Dragon's Dagger from the Forbidden Treasury. You may face punishment."

Tears forming, Irin took a breath—and nodded.

The forest shimmered, and all three vanished into the sky.

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Heaven Realm – Judgment Chamber

The atmosphere was suffocating in the grand Judgment Hall. The air buzzed with divine energy. Three Ancient Ancestors sat in towering thrones carved of stardust and jade. The King's chair at the center remained empty.

Fiona stood in the center, head lowered.

"You have violated a sacred law," one Ancestor spoke. "Stealing from the Forbidden Room and using the Dragon's Dagger."

Another raised a hand.

"Three lightning strikes. That is your punishment."

Before Fiona could speak, a blinding strike of lightning crashed down—once... twice... thrice.

Fiona cried out and dropped to her knees. Her body trembled. Her vision blurred.

She was about to collapse completely when strong arms caught her.

Ren.

He appeared suddenly, panting, his skin pale and weak—still wounded from his last brutal fight with Dylan.

He glared at the Ancestors. His jaw clenched. His heart beat erratically.

But he said nothing.

He couldn't fight them—not now.

He looked down at Fiona, unconscious in his arms, then looked up at the empty throne... where justice and mercy no longer seemed to dwell.

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To be continued...