đ Whispers of the Moon
By Rapwizzy Debaron
Episode 58: Threads of Love, Blades of Destiny
The battlefield thundered with roars and storms as timelines cracked like fragile glass.
Ha-jun and the Forgotten Prince clashed in the center of the chaosâbrothers once separated by a lie, now bound in a duel that could collapse everything.
Steel met shadow. Every strike from Ha-jun left trails of moonlight in the air. Every counter from the Forgotten Prince twisted reality, summoning flickers of other battles, other deaths. Their blades weren't just weapons nowâthey were memories made sharp.
Juvia's fingers trembled as she gripped the new sword formed from the threads of their soulsâhers and Ha-jun's. It pulsed with warmth, power, and pain. A connection so deep, she could feel his heartbeat echoing in her chest.
"He's weakening," Sae-rin shouted from across the field. She was weaving a shield across the collapsing sky, stabilizing what she could. "But he's also absorbing broken timeâfeeding on the chaos!"
Juvia's grip tightened. "Then we end the chaos."
She sprinted forward, light trailing her like a comet. Monsters lunged at herâwinged fiends and bone-armored beastsâbut she didn't stop. Each swing of her blade turned them to light and thread, unraveling their existence with the calm precision of fate rewritten.
The Forgotten Prince sneered when he saw her. "You again."
"I'm not the same girl you cursed," she said. "I'm the girl every version of me survived to create."
She dove into the battle, her sword meeting his in a flash that shook the sky.
He staggered back, eyes narrowing. "You're channeling too much. You'll break."
"Then I'll break through you."
Their blades collided again. And again.
Thenâsomething snapped.
Juvia's body buckled as pain tore through her side. A woundâdeep, magicalâcut across her ribs. She gasped, blood spilling.
"JUVIA!" Ha-jun cried, lunging to shield her as the Forgotten Prince raised his blade for a killing blow.
But Juvia's hand lifted first.
A pulse of fate exploded from her chest.
Time bent.
And suddenlyâthey were somewhere else.
Not the battlefield.
A quiet memory.
The moonlit bridge where she and Ha-jun first met⌠as children.
The Forgotten Prince blinked. "What is this?"
"A fixed point in time," Juvia whispered, her body trembling. "A memory stronger than death."
She turned to him. "Do you remember this bridge? You stood here too⌠once. You weren't always this monster."
He flinched. His blade lowered slightly.
"You once laughed with us," she said softly. "You once protected me from falling into the river. You were kindâŚ"
The Forgotten Prince's face flickeredâthen hardened.
"That boy died when our mother chose Ha-jun."
"She didn't choose. Fate did. And now we're choosing too."
Ha-jun stepped beside her, taking her free hand. Their energies glowed together.
The memory shatteredâ
âand they were back in the war.
But now their sword burned brighter than before. The light consumed the sky.
Together, they charged.
Ha-jun held off the Prince's shadows. Juvia pierced through the darkness.
She drove their blade through the Prince's chest.
Silence.
He staggered.
Then smiled.
Blood dripped from his mouth. "So⌠you did it."
He didn't fall. He turned to look at the rift in the sky, which was finally beginning to close.
"I just wanted to be remembered," he whispered.
Juvia knelt beside him, her hand on his. "You are. I'll remember you⌠always."
He looked at herâeyes soft for the first time.
And then⌠he vanished.
Like a dream undone.
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To be continuedâŚ
⨠The battle is wonâbut the wounds run deep.
What secrets remain buried beneath the threads of fate?
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