"When the Red Moon bleeds across the sky,
And fire walks where stars once lie,
The flame-bound heir shall rise anew,
Crowned in ash and kissed by truth."
She looked past the dusty old window of the quarter, kutside, the trees stood still, their dark branches swaying gently in the wind. Between the leaves, she saw the Red Moon rising—bright, bold, and burning like fire in the sky. Its light pushed through the trees and fell into her eyes, hot and sharp, like it was staring straight at her. It felt like a warning… or a memory she couldn't forget.
"But lo—beware the healering rose,
Whose grief runs deep, whose oath is made.
For love or death shall break the chain,
And end the curse... or burn the reign."
"But lo—beware the healing rose,
Whose grief runs deep, whose oath is made.
For love or death shall break the chain,
And end the curse... or burn the reign."
She repeated after the echo of the moon in her heart.
"Eleanor... Eleanor, dear come, it's time to go to the infirmary or we'll be late."
Eleanor wore her crimson red velvet cloak and carrying the basket of herbs and provisions, she went out to see that sister had already mounted her horse and was waiting for her. In no time, both of them started with the long path as for the shortcut was being investigated, suspected that someone had spotted Princess Rosavelle, Rosavel Evelindé Valdre.
The one who was the only salvation of the elder Thalorian prince, Lord Erix, Erix Cedric Thalorian. Her birthmark itched at the reminder of that bastard prince. She hated him from the depth of her heart. She again looked at the red moon, flaming likeitwould burst in no time.
She remembered what grandma had told her about it. "Centuries ago, there lived a mighty prince, kind and peace-lover, who sought to marry a princess he deeply loved. But fate was cruel—the princess died young, before their union could be fulfilled. Heartbroken and desperate, the prince tried to find a way to be reunited with her.
During his search, the prince himself died. But because of the great power he possessed, he did not disappear completely. Instead, he poured all his strength and magic into the sky, creating a mysterious red moon.
Now, the Red Moon returns every year, appearing suddenly on any night, not bound by time or season. During its rare rise, the prince's spirit awakens, wandering the world unseen.
Though trapped, his soul is filled with compassion. He watches over two kinds of souls, Those who seek true love, helping guide them to each other through fate's tangled paths and those who suffer in loneliness or pain, offering unseen comfort and protection.But the prince's spirit also brings justice to those who try to keep lovers apart, making sure no cruel hand breaks the bond of true hearts."
Grandma used to say, but she always had a question that why didn't the prince used his power to reborn the princess and instead of that, he created the moon, choosing to let other souls be together and not his own one?