đ Whispers of the Moon
By Rapwizzy Debaron
Episode 57: The Blade of Every Self
The blade in Juvia's hand pulsed with lightâalive, humming, ancient.
Not made from steel, but from fragments of her own spirit. From every version of her that ever lived⌠or died.
The Forgotten Prince stared at her, lips twitching into a grin. "So, the soul remembers. Fascinating."
He stepped forward, calmly, as if they were dancing and not at the edge of war. "But memory isn't strength, Juvia. It's weight. And you're still just a girl."
Juvia raised the blade and pointed it at him. "A girl who carries the will of hundreds. A girl who has died enough to stop fearing death."
Behind her, Ha-jun stood, eyes locked on her glowing form. Sae-rin whispered in awe, "She's becoming the Eternal Thread⌠the one who weaves the timelines together."
The ground trembled.
Reality flickered.
Then chaos resumed.
The Forgotten Prince snapped his fingers, and the sky ruptured. Black-winged serpents and skeletal giants charged from the breach. The legion of alternate warriors leaped into battleâflashes of magic, steel, and fire lighting the storm-dark world.
Juvia moved with purpose nowâher blade cutting through enemies as if guided by invisible hands. For every creature that lunged, another memory surged through her: her past selves whispering warnings, offering strength, sharpening her instincts.
But deep down, she felt itâthe pressure of it all. Every timeline carried sorrow. Every version of herself had scars. And now they were all hers to bear.
"Juvia!" Ha-jun shouted, slicing down a beast trying to flank her. "Don't let them drown you!"
"I'm not," she shouted back, eyes fierce. "I'm letting them fuel me."
From above, the Forgotten Prince raised both armsâand from the clouds descended a massive, ancient weapon: a Chrono Lance, forged from broken time, capable of erasing entire existences.
With a roar, he hurled it toward her.
Ha-jun screamed, "NO!"
Juvia didn't flinch.
She reached out her hand.
The blade she held glowed brighter than everâthen shattered into millions of glowing threads. Time slowed.
Then stopped.
The Chrono Lance froze mid-air.
So did the battlefield.
Only Juvia movedâeyes glowing silver-blue, body wreathed in threads of fate.
She stood before the Lance.
Then whispered, "You don't get to erase me."
She touched the Lance.
And it unraveled.
The weapon dissolved like ash.
Time resumed with a thunderous boom.
Everyoneâfriend and foeâstumbled as the world realigned itself. The beasts screeched in agony. Even the Forgotten Prince staggered, his eyes wide for the first time.
"Youâ" he growled. "What did you do?"
Juvia stood tall. "I rewrote it."
He lungedâbut Ha-jun was faster.
The two princes clashed, sword and shadow, brother against brother.
Juvia turned to Sae-rin. "Stabilize the breach! I'll protect Ha-jun."
Sae-rin nodded and sprinted toward the growing rip in the sky.
Juvia faced the Forgotten Prince once more, her hands raised, threads of fate weaving a new blade.
Only this time⌠it wasn't just hers.
It was formed from the threads of both her and Ha-jun. A sword of unity. Of chosen love.
The final battle had truly begun.
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To be continuedâŚ
âď¸ A blade made of every version of herself. A prince who defied erasure.
Will love rewrite fateâor will fate consume them both?
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