Luna Janus Jayson, a senior high school student died in her classmates' bullying, abuse, and assault. She reincarnated in the world of Luminary as Princess Alessia Keren Endymion -a Princess that was betrayed by her own Kingdom and family. Luna is a person who came from a modern world was prophesied to possess an extraordinary power to bring the three Empires of Luminary as one and be an Empress of one Nation. But, before she could reach the sole throne that belongs to her, Luna would face a series of misfortunes, adventures, and betrayers. What will happen to Luna as Princess Alessia? How will her knowledge from the modern world help her create a new world for Luminarians? Will she be able to fulfill her prophecy?
Lihat lebih banyak"Did you even sleep last night, Sia?" Raizel's loud tone interrupted the morning silence, his gaze locked on Alessia's exhausted, disoriented face. Alessia blinked, trying to focus. "I... tried," she muttered. She clenched the edge of the table in their little room at The Dusty Oasis inn, her knuckles white. Sirena, who sat next to her, sighed heavily. "She didn't. She was restless throughout the night, and I can attest that it is not an easy task to sleep next to someone who is as restless as a puppy." Raizel crossed his arms. "You're worried about them, aren't you?" Alessia did not need to ask who he was referring to. The unsettling pictures of imprisoned Chimeralys she'd seen the day before returned to her mind—half-human, half-creature beings tied in chains, caged, or dragged across the marketplace like commodities. Their desperate eyes and broken spirits had gnawed at her heart all night. "How can I not be?" Alessia muttered, her voice shaking. "They are hurting. Animal-l
Raizel muttered, "Keep your head down, Alessia," as their horses slowed at the grand iron gates of Arcas. His tone was firm but soft, just enough for her to hear over the clamor of the busy entrance. "Remember, you're Sia Larkstone here." "I know," Alessia said, her voice firm despite the unease building inside her. She adjusted her cloak, the cloth brushing across her face, as if to provide comfort. Sirena said from her side, "And don't react to anything you see. The city thrives on fear and power. We know how reckless you are. Openly expressing compassion could endanger us all." The guards at the gate were equally terrifying as Sirena's warning. They wore black armor with elaborate crimson patterns and featured a snarling wolf carved in silver, something Alessia had never seen before. Their piercing eyes searched the crowd as they approached. "State your names and purpose," yelled one of the soldiers, his penetrating eyes lingering on Alessia for a moment too long. Raizel too
"This is it," Alessia whispered softly, standing in front of the Pathweaver, which was shimmering faintly in the meadow's dawn light. Raizel and Sirena stood a few feet behind her, silent yet alert. "I suppose this is goodbye." The Pathweaver turned its head, its iridescent appearance changing like sunshine over water. "Goodbyes are just pauses in the flow of life, Alessia. We may meet again, but perhaps not in the way you think." Alessia smiled slightly. "I still want to thank you. Thank you for guiding us, for your knowledge, and for... everything. I'm not sure how to convey it correctly, but I'm glad." The pathweaver's glowing eyes softened. "Gratitude is a unique and beautiful gift that requires no embellishments. I accept it, Alessia." Curiosity flared in her sight. "I wish I could call you by a name, but... you don't have one, do you?" Alessia asked. "No," the Pathweaver answered kindly. "We, the Guardians of Luminary, do not have names. Our identities are based on ou
"This place is incredible," Sirena said, reclining back on the soft grass of the meadow. Her aqua-blue eyes reflected the sun's waning light as it set behind the golden-leaved trees. "It feels like we've stepped into a dream." Alessia sat nearby, her back against the trunk of a tree that glowed dimly in the twilight. Her fingers carelessly touched the grass, its cool, silky texture grounding her amidst her racing thoughts. Raizel lay out on the ground, hands behind his head, seeming calmer than Alessia had ever seen him. "Dream or not, I'm just glad we're not fighting for our lives anymore." He looked at Alessia with a taunting grin on his face. "Though I have to say, Alessia, you really have a knack for charging headfirst into danger." Alessia smirked but did not answer. Instead, her gaze shifted to the Pathweaver, who was sitting on a tiny rock beside the stream. The creature's iridescent glow appeared to brighten as the darkness deepened, throwing an ethereal light across the
"Alessia! Wake up! You cannot give up now!" Sirena's words cut through the tiredness that had clouded Alessia's consciousness. Alessia's eyelids fluttered open and her body screamed in outrage. Her hands trembled, clutching the Blade of Lumina tightly. She forced herself to stand, despite her body feeling like lead and her knees shaking, as she confronted the Chimeran Trivaltus once more. "You're insane!" Sirena yelled, her voice tinged with panic and wrath, as Alessia pushed forward. "You're going to get yourself killed!" Alessia did not respond. She couldn't afford to waste words explaining her decision. This wasn't just about surviving the Forest of Nyssor; it was about demonstrating to herself that she wasn't weak anymore, that she wasn't the Alessia who cowered in fear. With an aggressive roar, the Trivaltus lashed out with its tiger head, exposing its huge fangs. Alessia avoided narrowly and rolled to the side. As she regained her footing, the lion head, the creature's co
"Sirena, are you alright?" Alessia's voice resonated across the cavern as she grasped the Blade of Lumina tightly, imploring Sirena once more, the blade's faint glimmer the only illumination in the darkness. "I'm fine," Sirena answered, her voice quivering slightly. "But, where are we? And where is Raizel?" Alessia studied their surroundings, her eyes narrowing as she attempted to make sense of the immense cavern they had arrived in. The rocky walls were sharp, and water dripped from the roof and pooled on the uneven floor. Shadows flickered across the stone as Alessia shifted the light from her glowing blade. "I don't know," Alessia mumbled, clenching her jaw. "But we are alone. Raizel did not fall with us." Sirena shivered, tightening her robe around herself. "I do not like this, Alessia. There is something here." A loud, guttural growl resonated through the shadows, sending shivers down both women's spines. Alessia strengthened her grasp on her blade, and the light brighten
"Don't let go of me!" Sirena's voice was stern, with panic seeping through every syllable as she strained against the quicksand that was drawing her down. Her fingers pressed into Alessia's forearms, leaving her knuckles white. "I won't!" Alessia cried back, tightening her grasp on Sirena's wrist. Her heart raced as she braced her feet against the shaky ground, attempting to pull Sirena free. But the more she tugged, the deeper Sirena sank, with her legs totally immersed. "Raizel!" Alessia shouted, her voice cracking. "Do something! I'm trying!" Raizel snapped, his hands lit up with the brilliant green of his terra luminous. The ground shook beneath his boots as he focused his strength on the quicksand, hoping to solidify it into solid soil. However, every time the light touched the moving sand, it returned to its unstable state. "Why isn't it working?" Raizel hissed in rage, his hands clenched. He tried again, his face pinched with concentration, but the quicksand remained unc
While pulling his horse forward, Raizel mumbled, "This is hopeless." His voice was rough from being so tired. The thick leaves of the trees blocked out any view of the sky, making them look like silent watchers. "Are we sure we're going the right way?" Alessia said, "We don't," with her jaw clenched. She gripped the reins even tighter, and the effort made her knuckles white. "I'm to blame for our loss. We're in this situation because I put my trust in Mimic." Sirena gave her a quick look, her forehead wet with sweat. "Alessia, don't blame yourself right now. Our main goal should be to escape alive." Even though Alessia didn't say anything, her silence said a lot. She kept replaying over and over in her mind the warnings from her uncle and even Goddess Nova. Their words kept reminding her of her biggest flaw: she trusted others too quickly. It had cost them a lot, and now that they were weaker, the weight of her mistake crushed her spirit. The forest did not seem to end. There did
"Are you sure this is the right way?" Raizel complained and looked uncomfortably at the Pathweaver, who was sitting on his horse. The small, glowing thing chirped softly, and its vine-like arms and legs wrapped around the saddle firmly. As Sirena spoke, "Relax, Raizel," but her voice didn't sound like she really meant it. "This is supposed to lead us. You agree, Pathweaver?" The Pathweaver nodded in a strange way, and its small, blank face tilted forward. Alessia, who was riding ahead, felt tense all the time. It felt like they were going into a dark maze in the Forest of Nyssor because of its thick canopy. Every sound of leaves rustling made her heart beat faster, and she clenched her horse's reins even tighter. Alessia said, "I don't like this place. Every step feels like we're going around and around." Raizel looked back over his shoulder and searched the dark forest with his sharp eyes. "You're not wrong. Our journey has been going on for hours, but we still don't feel lik
Sadness. Regret. Hurt Pain. Betrayal. Those words came from a sixteen-year-old princess who fought a battle she should have won but instead was slashed in the back by her own family, comrades, and kingdom. Her nearly lifeless eyes were fixed on the night sky. It seems that even the sky is saddened by her feelings. It is deep, and only one star can be seen. 'The sacrifices I had made my entire life were in vain.' She uttered bitterly to herself. 'Those sacrifices I had made were paid for by betrayal,' she added. She was stabbed in the back not only once but three times. Betrayal was slashed three times on her back. A single tear escapes her eyes as she reminisces about the events and memories. All of that was a lie. All of that was false information that should be forgotten and buried underground. She was surrounded by the bodies of countless soldiers and knights from three empires. Her final resting place was a battlefield. The pungent smell of blood and decomposing corpse...
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