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My precious moon

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Born under a mysterious full moon, twin brothers Lior and Kael were torn apart by tragedy and raised worlds apart, one in love, the other in shadows. When fate draws them back together, Lior discovers the truth: a dark legacy, a lost mother, and a father whose hunger for power threatens to consume them all. But just as the brothers begin to mend their shattered bond, darkness strikes, leaving Lior with only grief, rage, and a vow for justice. Now, with magic awakening in his blood and ancient forces rising, Lior must unravel a web of lies, confront a hidden council, and face a war that began long before his birth. Because in the end, only one truth remains no one knows you better than your other half.
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Chapter 1 - The Hollow light

Lior

The moon hung heavy and bright over the quiet village, its silver glow spilling through Lior's bedroom window. He lay awake, heart restless and mind swirling with questions he couldn't yet voice.

He had no memories of his real mother, only stories told in whispers. Miriam, his foster mother, never spoke much about the night she found him. She said it was a cold autumn evening when she came upon the small bundle, swaddled and silent, lying beside a woman who would never woke and she knew nothing about the where about of the womans origins or what happened to her body only that it was taken and buried in an unmarked grave.

"She died giving you life," Miriam told him once, her voice thick with something like sorrow, but guarded. "I don't know much more than that."

No letters. No last words. No trace of the father who vanished before Lior's first breath.

He had grown up surrounded by love, yes, but also by questions. Why had no one come looking for him? Why was he so different, his eyes seemed to catch the moonlight in a way others' did not? Why did his dreams feel like memories of a life he never lived?

Tonight, the moon seemed to whisper to him, its glow pulsing softly as if it recognized him. Lior sat by the window, fingertips tracing the frost on the glass, feeling a strange warmth beneath his skin.

He had never spoken of the dreams, the shadowy forest, the distant cries, the golden eyes watching him from the dark.

Miriam's footsteps creaked behind him.

"You should rest, Lior. The night is no friend to a restless soul."

He smiled faintly but said nothing.

Because he didn't know what restless meant not really. Not yet.

But deep inside, he knew something was stirring.

Something ancient. Something waiting.

And one day, he would have to find out what it meant.