"You will inhabit a new persona. You will live as an honest and powerful being. You'll be the key to tranquility in the Luminary!"
"You have nothing to fear. Wherever you are, I will protect and guide you. Claim that body that is yours. Make your second life meaningful!" "Keep in mind that you will be the means to unite the kingdom." "Luna Janus Jayson, I brought your soul here to give you a second chance in life. You'll be staying here to fight for your life and what's right. You will be strong. You will be Princess Alessia Keren Endymion, Luminary's future ruler! I, Goddess Nova, the creator of Luminary, command you, and I bestow my blessings upon you!" The girl gasped when she woke up, as if she had come from a deep sleep. She blew out and inhaled a few more times before her breathing was normal. The girl sighed as she found herself with no injuries on her face. "Thankfully, my face is fine; I really thought Mendez had killed me." She said to herself. She once again expelled air in gratitude; however, this was the extent of her response upon observing the surface on which he was lying. Luna was absolutely sure that there was nothing like this in their home! Her parents were gamblers and drunkards. They can never afford this luxury! Luna noticed her own body resting on an opulent bed, adorned with an expensive bed cover and blanket. It's only now that she finds herself in this bed. It was very soft and felt like cotton. The girl swallowed, realizing that this was not the only luxury she was observing as she tried to move her eyes around. "Holy shit!" The girl exclaimed. 'I think I am dreaming!' Luna rubbed her eyes, thinking it was just a dream. She had never seen such things before. The whole room she was in just screamed wealth. This room will feature expensive furniture and vases. The bed she slept in was the size of a whole house. The entire room screamed of gold and shiny things. The chandelier was adorned with diamonds, and even the doorknob was made of gold. She didn't know if it was real gold or not. She slapped herself several times. "Looks like you're still dreaming, Luna." She muttered to herself again. Luna slapped herself hard. She was both hurt and surprised by what had happened. All this is not a dream but reality. The room she was in was real and not a joke. The entire room was equal to four houses back then. She rose from the bed and attempted to stand, but her efforts were thwarted when he noticed the mirror on her left side. Luna's eyes widened. She stood up and quickly approached the mirror. She looked around. "T-This is me?" Luna stammered to herself. The girl stood staring at herself in the mirror. "No! It's not me!" The girl spoke to herself in a panic. She squeezed herself multiple times. She couldn't believe that the person in front of her was actually herself. This person simply possesses a beautiful and authoritative body, unlike her own. Luna sat down weakly. Her body had previously been fragile and weak. Although she has numerous pimples on her face, the individual in the mirror is undeniably beautiful and goddess-like. Her nose is shaped, her lips are red, and her black eyes seem to absorb anyone who stares at them. Her hair is simply amazing. It is red in color, and the girl knows that it is not a chemical dye. Her hair has a natural red color. It is the color of courage and strength. This color's hair belongs to the body's owner, not Luna. The girl ruffled her hair. She is frustrated. "This isn't me. What's happening to me?" Because she was really messed up, she asked herself. It seems her memories are still blurry and hazy. Luna saw herself lying in a bed that wasn't hers, and she recognized herself in a body that wasn't hers. Who wouldn't be confused, scared and apprehensive in these times? She forced herself to remember everything. Then something happened to her. When she died at the hands of her bullies, someone stole her soul. Luna became aware of her death at that moment. She died because of his classmates. They killed her. Her soul was taken by a being that she only saw as a light. While floating in the clouds, she stood in front of the light. She saw herself as a lifeless body. "Do you want to live again?" The light asked her. Luna didn't answer, but looked at her lifeless body. Poor Luna lost her life forever. "What do you mean?" Luna asked back to the light. At first she was afraid of the light, but when she felt its warmth, she felt comfortable and relieved. "Do you want to live fighting? Do you want to live without being mocked? Do you want to live with the power to defend yourself?" A very sweet and cold voice spoke. It's just wonderful to hear. Luna was confused. She does not know what to say and do. Is this a prank? "I'm not kidding, Luna. I want you to live again, but not in this world. I want you to have another chance to live and defend yourself. I want you to live like someone who will fulfill the prophecy in another world. I saw your suffering in this world, so I want to give you two choices," the voice of light told her honestly. "Your first choice is to die forever without doing anything for yourself. The second is to live in another body, but you have to struggle through things to fulfill the prophecy I bestowed." The light additionally voiced explanation. Luna's mouth opened and closed. She understands what the light is saying, but why is she still among all the dead? "I chose you because I see you as honest and wise. I chose you because I know you care about the weak and the poor. I chose you because I am confident in your ability to do what is right." Said the voice that read her thoughts. Luna didn't speak. She is wise and weighs what the light says. This light doesn't belong in this world. This world is different from the one to which she belongs. She understood that her desires were not compatible with the world in which he died. Luna stared at the light. She couldn't discern any negative aspects in the light's reflection, particularly given that her body was merely a frigid object beneath her feet, receiving no attention from others. "Will I be useful in the world you bring me to?" She asked. "You aren't not only useful. You'll be a great person in that world. I will make sure of that." Luna smiled at the voice's words. "Then I agree." No doubt, the girl said. In this world, she has nothing but sorrow to return to. Luna agreed, knowing she had no chance in this world. She will not be given a second chance to become a righteous person in this world. The girl sees the light coming towards her. She was surprised by what enveloped her entire soul. The light hugged her. Luna felt the heat coming from it. Heat full of rights and cleanliness. "In that case, you, Luna Janus Jayson, are rewarded with the opportunity to live again in the person of Princess Alessia Keren Endymion. I reward you for living again in the form of Princess Alessia Keren Endymion. You, whom I have chosen, will be my representative in the new world you will live in. You will enforce peace in the entire world of Luminary. I am Nova; the creator of Luminary promises that the souls of Luna Janus and Alessia Keren will find their desired dreams." The light was filled with authority, and Luna realized she was speaking to the gods who had placed their trust in her. The young woman was no longer surprised; she just closed her eyes, and all the memories of the body that she would become came into her mind. All of those painful memories entered her mind. Luna concluded that the body she will be inhabiting is identical to her own. The goddess was completely right in choosing her. "Remember, Luna, that everything you will experience in Luminary is just part of your test. Don't ever be discouraged because you are different in this world than in the world you belonged to before. There is no short cut to any dream; you will take the harder and longer road." When the Goddess said that, Luna was completely engulfed in light, and everything Alessia desired would become her dream to achieve.Luna swallowed her own saliva, which was now Alessia. She remembers everything the goddess said and advised her. She is now named Alessia Keren Endymion.She is now the renegade Princess, and her family is killing her for her influence on the low-class Luminarians. A noble and loyal princess. She is loyal to her people, not to the nobility.'D*mn. All types of traitors fear Princess Alessia's potential to increase their power.' Luna whispered to herself.Luna already knows all of Alessia's memories. Luna needs to forget being Luna and live as Alessia. The owner of this body has finally rested, and she will initiate and conclude the actions that the entire Luminary wishes for the people."I apologize, Luna Janus Jayson, but I have to forget you in order to live and have a chance to become a worthy person," she said to herself as she looked in the mirror."I've had the chance to live again in someone else's person, so I have to fulfill whatever purpose and prophecy Goddess Nova asks of
Alessia sighed deeply as her uncle and the Chief Knight of this Dukedom left. Beads of sweat came out of her body while they were talking. She was thankful because she didn't notice that someone else was holding the mind of this body, even though she said she was still Alessia."D*mn, Goddess Nova! What did I get myself into? She questioned herself as she adjusted her seat. She sighed several times. Now that she was inside the room, he understood more and more that what the goddess was asking her to do was really complicated, but she had no choice because she was already here.Back then, Luna was a blackbelter and a champion in inter-schools and competitions. Luna is also a champion when it comes to science and mathematics. Even though it was difficult then, she was blessed with an intelligent mind that was the envy of her shameless classmates."I'm just thankful to the Goddess that she didn't remove my knowledge; otherwise, I don't know how to survive in this world," she said, sighi
"Is this... really my uncle's castle?" Alessia mumbled under her breath, her eyes wide with awe as she moved down the enormous hall. The stone walls rose high above her, with towering arches flowing gently overhead. The walls were covered with intricate carvings of legendary creatures and luminary symbols, all lighted by the warm glow of candles flickering in their sconces. Sunlight filtered through stained-glass windows, creating beautiful patterns on the floor. It felt lively, full of light and warmth, in contrast to the Endymion palace's chilly, depressing atmosphere. Joya, her uncle's appointed maid, followed her carefully, directing her toward the library. The calm echo of their footsteps echoed through the hall, providing a soothing counterpoint to Alessia's rapid thoughts. "This castle is beautiful," Alessia whispered almost to herself, her gaze drawn to the intricate features of the marble columns and gorgeous tapestries that adorned the walls. "It feels alive, like it has
"I can't enter, My Lady. Only those with Carrios blood are allowed inside." Joya's voice carried an apologetic tone, her eyes downcast. Alessia, still red-eyed from crying over Joya's painful story, stood before the massive wooden doors of the Carrios family library, her heart racing. She had been eager to explore the wealth of knowledge inside, especially after hearing whispers of the library's treasures. Her past life as Luna had been filled with books—her only escape from the world's cruelty. In this life, Alessia craved that same solace. But her curiosity was tempered by awe as the doors creaked open, revealing a sight that made her breath catch in her throat. "Well, Joya," Alessia muttered under her breath, a teasing smile on her lips. "I think I'd kill to own a library like this." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she stepped inside, wide-eyed with wonder. Shelves stretched from the polished marble floor to the vaulted ceiling, filled with thousands of leather-bound boo
"Uncle, are you sure I'm ready for this?" Alessia asked, gazing into the great halls of the castle as they made their way to the training area. Duke Andro Carrios walked behind her, his posture firm and his emerald eyes brimming with calm assurance. "You're all good. Your strength is already enough. Did the healer tell you so? And, Alessia, strength comes from more than just physical training," he said, his voice stern but gentle. "It's about developing willpower, dependability, and understanding when to stand firm. You're capable of it all. And you have my complete support." Alessia sent a quick glance at her uncle, the only member of her family who had ever shown her genuine concern. "I don't want to disappoint you." "You won't," he murmured, putting his hand on her shoulder. "Alessia, I believe in your goodness and your kindness. This world, Luminary, needs someone to rectify the wrongs. I know you can." Her heart was thrilled yet felt heavy. His comments held a weight she
"Fine. If no one wants to help me, I'll help myself," Alessia muttered under her breath as she walked down a narrow path behind her uncle's castle. The crisp air bit at her skin, but the cold was nothing compared to the icy stares she'd been receiving for days. The knights, the instructors assigned by her uncle—they all refused to look her in the eye. Their hostility was palpable, thickening the atmosphere like a storm waiting to break. She clutched the books she had taken from the library tightly in her arms, her heart heavy with disappointment, but she refused to let it break her spirit. Finding a small, secluded clearing beyond the castle's walls, Alessia exhaled deeply. The spot was quiet, peaceful. A place where no one would disturb her. Here, she could try to understand herself better. Try to become strong without needing anyone else. Sitting down on the cool grass, she placed the books in front of her and let her fingers trace the worn covers. "You're not like them," she w
"How could you be so reckless, Alessia?!" The sharp voice of her uncle snapped Alessia out of a hazy dream, pulling her from the darkness. She blinked her eyes open slowly, her body heavy with exhaustion. The ceiling above her was unfamiliar, the lavish drapery indicating that she was in one of the castle's private rooms. The pain in her body brought back memories of the explosion of her luminous light. "Uncle?" Alessia's voice was weak, but it was enough to silence the furious words coming from across the room. Duke Andro Carrios, standing near the door, immediately strode towards her, his face still a mask of frustration. "You're awake," he said, relief flickering in his emerald eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by anger. "How could you? Summoning your luminous without any guidance? Without anyone there to ensure your safety?" Alessia winced, both from the pain and the weight of his words. She hadn't realized how dangerous her actions had been. "I... I didn't know," she whi
"Are you sure you're prepared for this, Lady Alessia?" Troil Testmi's voice was stern, but there was a trace of anxiety as he looked at her armor. "The Vasselgrove Ruins aren't a place for the unprepared." Alessia looked up from the delicate silver etching she was running her fingers over in her armor. She smiled reassuringly, but her fingers quivered slightly. "Sir Troil, I wouldn't have arrived if I wasn't prepared. My armor might not seem impressive to some, but..." She paused, not wanting to appear cocky. "I crafted it myself. It's stronger than it appears." As they reached the ruins, Alessia could hear low giggles from a few of the knights moving beside them. Raizel, one of the most doubtful, snickered as he examined her small armor, his tone condescending. Raizel remarked, "It appears she's donning paper armor. She's certain to face death before she even makes it to the entrance." Alessia maintained her poise and ignored Raizel's jabs. She was not here to prove herself t
"Move carefully, Alessia," Sirena said quietly, her voice cutting with a mix of anxiety and desperation. Alessia's eyelids blinked open, her vision clouded. The first sensation she had was anguish, a dull, throbbing ache that swept throughout her body. She attempted to stretch, but the movement caused additional anguish in her arms and legs, and she winced. The sight of her wrists shackled with harsh ropes biting into her skin nearly stopped her heart. A small rustling sound beside her caused her to turn. Silena was beside her and aquamarine hair was tangled, her face pallid, yet her eyes were bright. "Sirena..." Alessia's voice croaked. She attempted to sit up, but her muscles refused, and she grimaced. "We're tied up," Sirena said gently, attempting not to draw attention to herself. "Don't move too much. You'll only hurt yourself more." Raizel's voice ripped through the air, harsh and full of wrath. "This is what happens when you let your emotions get the better of you, Sia.
"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