Before the world was torn by war and wonder, before names were lost and time scattered memory like ash in wind, two souls stood beneath twin moons.
One born of flame and sound.
The other of silence and moonlight.
Different. Whole. Bound—not by destiny, but by the love they chose again and again.
They were Ashara and Rael.
Warriors. Musicians.
Lovers.
When they played together, the world listened. When they fought, even the stars dared not breathe. But their love—too powerful, too rare—was feared.
And fear, as it always does, led to ruin.
They were betrayed.
A prophecy stolen. A war ignited. And in the fire that followed, their bodies fell, their names were buried, and their souls were cast into the stream of rebirth.
Yet not all was lost.
> A vow survived the end:
"In every life, I will find you."
Now, centuries later, the skies above Alunara shimmer with magic and machines. Floating islands hold the ancient academies where warriors are trained, and something stirs in the air once again.
Two boys arrive.
Strangers.
One calm and quiet as a midnight sea.
One radiant and mischievous, with laughter like firelight.
They do not remember.
Not the war.
Not the love.
Not the song that once bound their souls.
But the feeling remains—an ache like a missing chord, a silence that waits to be filled.
And as danger creeps from the shadows, as the prophecy once thought lost begins to awaken again, the music inside them stirs.
The world will test them.
Fate will separate them.
But the promise they made echoes still.
This is not just their story.
It is a story of lifetimes.
Of broken pendants and unfinished flutes.
Of a love that even death could not silence.
> This is the tale of Ashara and Rael.
This is the beginning of Advait and Viaan.
And it begins, once more, like a song on the wind.