The charm in Aiden's hand had stopped glowing.
After the Threadwraith attack, he handed it back to Lyra, thinking it might be broken.
But Lyra didn't speak.
She just stared at it — eyes wide, breath shallow.
> "This symbol… it's not my brother's."
Aiden blinked. "What do you mean? You gave it to me."
"I thought it was his," she whispered. "But I was wrong."
She turned it over. Beneath the scorched wood, a symbol had appeared — three intersecting threads forming an eye, its center burned black.
Lyra's voice shook.
> "This is a Sealed Thread.
A fate so dangerous it was removed from all future visions."
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✦ The Forgotten Prophecy
Lyra left her chamber and vanished into the Archive Grove, the only place where Seers could access thread-memory.
She laid the charm on the old stone altar and pressed her palm to the bark of the whispering tree.
Time rippled.
Memories not her own surged into her mind — painful, scattered, and forbidden.
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She saw flames consuming a city made of crystal threads.
A child born beneath a sky with no stars.
An order of Seers erased by their own visions.
And finally… a boy wrapped in shadow and starlight, holding a blade that cut not just the body — but the threads of destiny itself.
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Then, one voice echoed from the memory:
> "Beware the Rewoven Star.
For he shall not walk a path of fate…
He will carve his own — and drag the world with him."
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✦ Lyra's Decision
Lyra stumbled back from the vision, bleeding from her nose.
That prophecy had been sealed for a reason.
If the Threadwraith appeared because Aiden's presence was warping fate… then that meant...
> Aiden wasn't just the boy from her vision.
He was the Rewoven Star — the one destined to destroy the loom of fate itself.
And that terrified her.
But even so… she didn't turn away.
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✦ Back at the Vale
When Lyra returned, Aiden stood under the moonlight, watching the stars cautiously, as if afraid they'd fall again.
She handed him the charm.
"It's yours now. It was never my brother's. It was meant for you."
Aiden looked at her. "What did you see?"
Lyra hesitated. Then:
> "You were never meant to exist.
But somehow… you do.
And that means fate itself is already broken."
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