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2 YEARS LATER — LYRIAN (Corrected Only)
It had been two years since graduation.
Two long, bittersweet, world-shifting years that had changed Lyrian in ways she never expected.
After leaving Arcannum Academy, she returned home to Auralis—the music capital of Volaria—to spend time with her father. She found work as a music teacher at a nearby school. For a while, life had felt peaceful again: quiet breakfasts, laughter drifting through the house, songs glowing through the walls like warmth.
It almost felt like childhood.
Almost.
Because even in those soft, quiet hours, there were ghosts—memories of Reone, of who they had been, and how everything had ended.
Still, Lyrian was happy.
Or she had been.
That fragile peace shattered just months later when her father passed away, leaving her world muted all over again.
Since then, she'd buried herself in her work, rising to global fame. Concerts, festivals, interviews across the three kingdoms—she had become one of the most celebrated voices in all of Ruminia.
She was the only one from Resonance who had chosen a music career.
Seren now ruled Volaria with her newly wedded wizard husband, Dane.
And her older sister Mia was training to be Echian's future queen, while still pursuing painting.
Nova had launched a tech company with Mickey.
Diamond was crown princess of Solaris.
They had all found their own paths—and happiness.
Lyrian could only be grateful that everyone was as content as she was.
On stage, she was unstoppable. Radiant. Alive.
It was only when the lights dimmed and the applause faded that the emptiness crept in quietly.
No sound—not even her own—filled it.
She tried dating: a composer, a producer, even a charming actor once.
But no one felt like Reone—like the world narrowing to a single heartbeat.
And now, standing before the Palace of Echian, suitcase in hand, Lyrian felt her pulse quicken.
Tomorrow was Mia and Rhys's wedding.
And tonight was the small reunion with her friends—the first time Resonance would all be together in over a year.
A year since the battle with the Sisterhood—the corrupted sylph trio who nearly shattered the balance of magic.
A year since they'd killed them.
Their victory had come at a price: their innocence.
After that, they all parted ways, needing space to come to terms with what they had done—
which they did.
And now, finally, they were coming back together.
Lyrian should have been thrilled.
And she was… just not entirely.
Because he would be there too.
Reone.
They hadn't seen each other since the breakup.
Not once.
During the Sisterhood war, he'd been in another place on another mission.
She hadn't complained—seeing him again would have dragged up memories she spent months burying.
And after, she still avoided him.
However, news about him still managed to find her.
Word was that he'd left the Legion Warriors—like most of his friends—and joined Rhys's army.
Reone. Serving under his old rival at that.
Lyrian had been very skeptical when Mia had told her.
"Reone? He hates following orders. I bet he'll quit in a week," she had once joked.
But he didn't.
He stayed.
He excelled.
Recently, he'd even been promoted to lieutenant—the youngest ever.
It seemed that he'd changed. To Lyrian too.
But knowing Reone… part of her doubted it.
When she arrived that evening, the palace halls glittered like starlight. Walls of polished silver glass reflected every flicker of flame.
Lyrian barely entered her room before the door burst open.
"Mia!" she squealed, as her friend threw her arms around her.
"You made it!" Mia laughed brightly.
"I told you I would," Lyrian smiled.
Behind her came Seren, Diamond in a yellow dress that sparkled like sunlight, and Nova with a floating list of wedding notes projected by her datapad.
They hugged tightly, tears welling, laughter bubbling.
"You've been impossible to reach," Diamond teased, flipping her silver-streaked hair. "Too famous for us now?"
"Never," Lyrian said with a shy grin.
"It takes me getting married just to see you," Mia joked.
"Sorry," Lyrian murmured. "I've just been… busy."
"What matters is that you're here now," Seren said gently.
They toasted to old friendships, new beginnings, and surviving what they once feared they couldn't.
For a while, it felt like nothing had changed.
Then Mia's smile faltered.
"What's wrong, Mia?" Lyrian asked softly.
Mia hesitated. "It's Rhys. A few weeks ago, he was attacked—by his cousin Damon. He's jealous of the throne. Rhys fought him off, but Damon escaped. We think he might try something during the ceremony."
Lyrian's heart clenched. "Mia, that's terrible."
"I know." Mia sighed, shoulders trembling. "I'm trying not to panic, but—"
"Hey," Lyrian said, touching her arm gently. "Everything will be fine. Rhys has you, the Resonance girls, armies from two kingdoms. And the guy can handle himself. You have nothing to worry about."
"That's exactly what Reone said too."
The name struck like lightning.
Lyrian's glass slipped, wine spilling across the white carpet.
"Oh—I'm so sorry!" she gasped, scrambling for a napkin.
Everyone froze.
"I didn't mean to bring him up," Mia whispered.
"It's fine," Lyrian said quickly. Too quickly. "You can talk about him. He's part of your life—of Rhys's. And… I'm over him."
It was a bad lie. They all knew it.
"Are you sure?" Diamond asked gently. "You can tell us if…"
"I'm sure," Lyrian replied—too fast again.
The silence was suffocating.
Nova cleared her throat. "Maybe we should let Lyrian rest. She's performing tomorrow."
Lyrian forced a smile. "Yeah. That's best. I'll see you tomorrow?"
They all agreed and hugged her goodbye before leaving.
When the door shut, the room felt too quiet. Too heavy.
Lyrian groaned into her hands.
She felt bad for cutting the reunion short.
"Why did i let his name affect him like that?"
Sprawling across the bed, Lyrian couldnt find an answer that.Feeling resigned,she closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but rest wouldn't come.
She felt super agitated now.
She needed air, she decided, opening her eyes.
Lyrian then got up from the bed and slipped out of her room. She wandered down unfamiliar corridors, searching for a nice place to chill.
******
The palace gardens were silver and serene under the moonlight. Fountains whispered softly nearby.
Perfect,Lyrian thought.
She sat beneath a glowing crystal tree, the cool breeze brushing her hair like an old memory. She exhaled, relaxing for the first time all day.
Without thinking, she began to hum—soft, fragile, aching.
Her mother's song.
The one that always made her feel safe.
The one she sang when she needed to feel less alone.
The melody floated through the air, warm and haunting.
Unbeknownst to her, someone heard.
*****
Reone
Reone was heading to a late-night council meeting when the voice reached him.
Familiar.
Impossible.
Lyrian.
He froze.
He shouldn't go to her, he knew. He'd managed to stay away for two years—though Lyrian hadn't exactly made it hard. But anyway, he should continue to his meeting,right? His very important meeting, he reminded himself.
But he couldn't walk away.
He told himself he'd just say hi. Their reunion was inevitable anyway, there was no use postponing it.And he'd be quick about it.
Not being able to stop himself for another moment, Reone followed the sound—like a moth drawn to a flame.
And then he saw her.
Sitting beneath the moonlight, her aura soft, her Resonance pulsing faintly with each note.
She looked older. Stronger. More stunning.
But still the same Lyrian.
He waited until the last note faded before stepping forward and clapping softly.
Lyrian stiffened.
She turned—and her breath caught.
"Reone," she whispered.
"Lyrian," he said quietly, a small unguarded smile touching his lips. He approached her again. "Good to see you again. And you still sound incredible, by the way."
"Thanks," she murmured, still stunned. She hadn't been expecting him—not tonight. And definitely not looking like that.
His black hair was stylishly messy.
His violet eyes were bright.
The navy-blue Echian uniform fit him perfectly, the purple insignia on his collar catching the light.
He looked devastating. Yet very calm.
The overall effect made butterflies flutter in Lyrian's stomach.
They stood in silence for a moment before he asked, "How've you been?"
"Great," she lied. "Busy. You?"
"Same," he said. "And I heard you've been conquering every stage in Ruminia. I'm proud of you."
Her chest tightened. "Thanks. And you're not doing too badly either—Lieutenant Commander of the Echian Army. That was unexpected. I remember when I used to hear all about how you couldn't stand Rhys. Now you work for him?"
Reone shrugged lightly. "Well, the alternative was making weapons with my father—who I still can't stand… so."
Lyrian blinked. She hadn't expected him to bring up his father. That had always been a wound.
Out of habit, she didn't push. Even though she wanted to.
"Anyway," she said softly, "the job suits you. You've always loved giving orders."
He smirked. "I only do it when I have to."
She laughed—a sound that instantly made his heart pound faster. He had missed that laugh more than he'd ever admit.
His expression softened further.
"I heard about your father, Lyrian," he said quietly. "I'm sorry. I know how much he meant to you."
Her eyes warmed. "Thank you. I appreciate that."
They stood there a beat too long, the air thick with unspoken things.
A guard approached. "Lieutenant, they are waiting for you in the council room."
Reone nodded, then looked back at her.
"Again, it really was good seeing you, Lyrian."
Before she could reply, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek—warm, soft, uncertain.
Their eyes met for a brief, electric second.
Then he walked away.
Lyrian watched him walk away, frozen, heart pounding. Slowly, she touched the spot he kissed.
For the first time in years, she felt something.
Not emptiness.
Not grief.
Something alive.
But she caught herself.
No way she would allow herself to fall for Reone again. She wouldn't make that mistake again.
He'd broken her heart once. She couldn't trust him with it again, no matter how different he seemed, she told herself firmly.
She headed back inside,determined to make herself fall asleep too. Tomorrow was threatening to be a long day,she thought.
And she was right. It would be.