Prologue: The Broken Sky
Long ago, the world was ruled by two gods: Solinar, the Sun King, and Nyxis, the Queen of Storms. They loved each other fiercely—but their love was destructive. When they fought, hurricanes swallowed cities. When they kissed, the earth trembled.
To save the world, the gods tore themselves apart. Solinar became the day, Nyxis the night—forever close, never touching.
But before they parted, Nyxis whispered:
"One day, our blood will meet again. And the sky will weep for us."
1: The Weaver of Storms
Centuries later, in a village beneath the Stormwall Mountains, lived Lyria, a girl with hair like lightning and hands that could mend the wind. She was a weather-witch, one of the last descendants of Nyxis.
Her gift? She could weave storms into cloth. A scarf stitched with thunder kept warriors brave. A blanket sewn with soft rain healed fevers. But Lyria hid her magic—for the Church of Solinar hunted storm-witches, calling them abominations.
One evening, while mending the sky after a tempest, she found a man falling from the clouds.
2: The Prince Who Burned Cold
The stranger wore black armor, his skin pale as moonlight, his veins glowing like liquid shadow. He was Prince Kael, the last heir of the Dusk Kingdom—a realm cursed with eternal night.
His people were dying. Without sunlight, their crops withered, their children sickened. The Church of Solinar had promised to lift the curse… if Kael brought them the heart of a storm-witch.
But when he saw Lyria—really saw her—he hesitated.
"You don’t look like a monster," he said.
"Neither do you," she replied.
3: The Bargain
Instead of capturing her, Kael offered a deal:
"Help me save my kingdom, and I’ll protect you from the Church."
Lyria agreed, but with a condition:
"Take me to the Dusk Kingdom. I want to see the night that never ends."
As they traveled, Lyria stitched daylight into Kael’s cloak, giving him brief moments of warmth. He, in turn, taught her the language of shadows, how to listen to the dark.
And then—they fell in love.
4: The Sun God’s Wrath
The Church discovered their betrayal. The High Priest, a fanatic who believed storm-witches were blasphemy, unleashed the Sunfire Inquisition.
Kael’s kingdom was besieged. Lyria was captured.
In a final act of defiance, Kael shattered the curse binding his kingdom—but at a cost. His body began crumbling into shadows.
Lyria, locked in a golden cage, did the only thing she could: she wove her own storm into her veins, merging her magic with the last of his.
Epilogue: The First Dawn
The explosion of light and darkness was said to be the most beautiful thing the world had ever seen.
When the dust settled, the Dusk Kingdom had its first sunrise in centuries.
And in the center of the ruins stood two figures—one wreathed in storm clouds, the other glowing like twilight.
"You’re alive," Kael breathed.
Lyria smiled, her eyes flickering between lightning and sunlight.
"Turns out," she said, "we’re stronger together."
And for the first time in history, the sky wept for joy.