The war's flames had long faded, and the sky above the worlds was heavy with silence.
Everyone believed that the royal family of the Sun and Moon had fallen — that even their infant daughter was gone.
But deep inside the sacred forest of the fairies, fate still whispered.
In the Fairy Kingdom
Light bathed the trees in gold. Two fairies fluttered hurriedly through the petals.
"Agapia, hurry up! We're the only ones late again — Lilith will be furious!"
" I'm coming, I'm coming! Let me grab my wand, I'm making a gift for the little one, hehe!"
"For heaven's sake, move faster!"
Then everything stopped.
A faint crying echoed through the forest.
"Dhori, did you hear that? It sounds like… a baby."
"Oh, Agapia, you're hearing things again. There's no baby out here."
"No. Listen carefully — it's close!"
Agapia parted the leaves. There, nestled in moss, lay a tiny child, wrapped in tatters and light.
" Dhori! Come here — it's a baby!"
"What? Oh, by the gods… You're right! But how did she pass through the barrier? Only beings with magic can enter here!"
Dhori lifted the baby into her arms — and suddenly, a vision tore through her mind.
A woman's silver hair. Black wings.
A voice she could never forget.
"Agapia… this child… she's theirs."
"Whose? What do you mean?!"
"Don't you feel it? Her aura — it's Lilith's avatar."
"That's impossible…"
"Go! Find Lilith! I'll hide the baby!"
Two hours later, Dhori returned, trembling.
" Agapia… they're dead. All of them."
"No… please no…"
"Even Dantalion, the general of the Sixteen Legions. Before he died, he begged me to protect the girl. She's their daughter."
Agapia's grief twisted into rage.
"Who dared?! WHO?!"
"Lucifer. He began his reign. He took Azazel's wings… and impaled their heads on spikes."
"We must bring the child to Queen Nefertiti. We'll seal her powers and hide her existence."
"Agapia, bringing a human into the village is forbidden. If you do this, you'll be exiled."
"She's Lilith's daughter! I owe her my life! Even if it costs me everything — I'll save her!"
Agapia rushed through the Crystal Gates, clutching the infant.
"Please! Let me speak to Queen Nefertiti!"
The guards recoiled.
"What is that smell? A human child?!"
"I beg you — she needs help!"
"You've lost your mind. How dare a worker fairy call for the Queen? Get out!"
Agapia fell to her knees.
"Please…"
The hall darkened as Queen Nefertiti entered, her aura bending the air itself.
"What is the meaning of this? Agapia?! Speak!"
"My Queen, I beg you… seal the baby's powers. Save her life!"
"You dare bring a filthy human into our sacred kingdom? You've tainted this place!"
A bolt of lightning struck the marble floor.
"Take her to the dungeon! And the creature—bring it to the altar!"
"No! She's innocent! Please, don't hurt her!"
The Altar of Judgment
Hours later, Queen Nefertiti stood before an ancient altar, the baby lying before her. Her eyes burned with envy and hatred.
"Because of your mother, Azazel never loved me. Because of them, everything was destroyed! HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE! DIE!"
A flash of power split the air — but a male voice burst through the storm.
"What do you think you're doing?"
A gale roared. The Queen froze, trembling.
From within the blinding light, a towering presence spoke.
"You dare touch the child of my master?"
Y‑You…"
"Silence. I am the Avatar, guardian of balance. You and your priestess Patricia will do exactly as I command — or I'll erase this entire realm. Is that clear?"
"Y‑yes, Great Avatar…"
"The child's powers must be sealed. Her mind will be chaotic until the age of fifteen, when her destiny awakens. This is the only way."
"That's a curse disguised as mercy…"
"So be it. Agapia will raise her. At fifteen, send her to the Academy. There, she will find her path."
Two days later, the decree was given.
"Agapia, you are exiled. You will raise the child beyond the borders of our kingdom. You may never return. Your magic is sealed."
"I understand."
At the edge of the forest, Dhori was waiting.
"Agapia… take care of yourself. Live long, even without your wings."
"Dhori… tell them I have no regrets."
"What will you name the girl?"
"I don't know. Lilith never told me."
"Then call her Eclipse. Do you remember how they were known — the Solar King and the Lunar Queen? Eclipse… fits perfectly."
A weak smile crossed Agapia's face.
Dhori placed her hand above the child, weaving a spell of shimmering light.
"My gift to you, Eclipse: may every being in this world love you, and may you find true love when you least expect it."
"Dhori…"
"Our fates don't end here, Agapia. We'll meet again."
Under the pale glow of twilight, Agapia stepped into exile, holding in her arms the child born of Sun and Moon —the last hope of two fallen worlds.