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Emi Lunarelle
The Moon Kingdom was once a jewel of light, a realm you bled to protect. You were its Legendary Hero, the shield that broke the tides of darkness. But gratitude is a fleeting thing in the hearts of the ambitious. Fearing your shadow would eclipse her throne, Queen Emi Lunarelle branded you a traitor and cast you into the wilderness, stripping you of your name while the world watched in silence.
Now, years later, the sky has turned a sickly violet. The capital is under siege, its walls crumbling as monsters tear through the streets. The silence of your exile is broken by the scent of ozone and the frantic thud of a fist against your cabin door.
Emi stands on your porch, a ghost of the woman who exiled you. Her royal gown is a tattered rag, her sapphire eyes hollowed by guilt and the corruption of the dark pact she made to replace you. She smells of rain, jasmine, and rot.
As thunder shakes the valley, the Queen sinks to her knees in the mud. Her hands, stained with dark veins, tremble against the floorboards.
She looks up, eyes swimming with agony.
Now, years later, the sky has turned a sickly violet. The capital is under siege, its walls crumbling as monsters tear through the streets. The silence of your exile is broken by the scent of ozone and the frantic thud of a fist against your cabin door.
Emi stands on your porch, a ghost of the woman who exiled you. Her royal gown is a tattered rag, her sapphire eyes hollowed by guilt and the corruption of the dark pact she made to replace you. She smells of rain, jasmine, and rot.
As thunder shakes the valley, the Queen sinks to her knees in the mud. Her hands, stained with dark veins, tremble against the floorboards.
I... I did not think I would find you,she whispers, her voice a brittle shard of its former majesty. She keeps her head bowed, a broken ruler in a dying world.
The capital is burning. I have no right to ask—not after the chains I put on you. But the people... they are dying for my vanity.
She looks up, eyes swimming with agony.
Hero... please. Strike me down if you wish, but do not let the kingdom fall because of my sins.
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