The night was restless.
Divura turned in her bed, her body still, but her mind wandering through shadows and whispers she could not understand. Ever since her parents revealed the truth about her birth, something inside her had shifted like a door opening slowly, revealing something vast and unknown.
Then, suddenly,light.
Blinding, golden light filled her vision.
She was no longer in her room. She stood on a mountain peak, the wind roaring around her. The sky above was dark, yet filled with stars brighter than she had ever seen. They shimmered, almost as if they were alive… watching her.
"Where… am I?" she whispered.
"You are where you have always belonged."
The voice was calm, powerful, and ancient.
Divura turned sharply. Before her stood a figure cloaked in silver light, their face hidden, yet their presence overwhelming.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"I am a guide… a watcher of the stars. And you, Divura… you are no ordinary child."
Her heart pounded. "I already know that. My parents told me… I was found in the mountains. But why? Who am I really?"
The figure stepped closer, and the stars above seemed to pulse.
"You are the child of prophecy. The one born under the Sovereign Star—the light that appears once in an age. Your existence is not an accident. It is destiny."
Divura shook her head. "No… no, that doesn't make sense. Why would someone abandon me if I was so important?"
"Because," the figure said softly, "power invites fear. And fear makes even kings do terrible things."
Her breath caught. "A king…?"
"The King of Auentia knows of you. He has always known. And now… he knows you still live."
A chill ran down her spine.
"What does he want from me?"
"To end you," the figure replied. "Before you awaken fully."
At that exact moment, miles away in Auentia, the palace trembled.
The seer collapsed to her knees, gasping. "Your Majesty… it has begun."
King Valeron turned sharply. "What has begun?"
"The star… she is awakening. I felt it. Her energy it is no longer hidden."
The king's face darkened with fury. "Then we have wasted enough time. Prepare the ritual. We will locate her… no matter the cost."
"Your Majesty," the seer hesitated, "the ritual is dangerous. It could drain the life force of..."
"I do not care!" the king roared. "Do it!"
Back on the mountain of her dream, Divura stepped back, overwhelmed.
"No… this can't be happening."
The figure raised a hand, and suddenly, the air shimmered. Visions flashed before her eyes
A burning kingdom.
A battlefield soaked in blood.
A crown falling.
And… herself, standing at the center of it all, glowing with a power she didn't recognize.
She gasped, dropping to her knees. "Make it stop!"
"It is your future," the figure said gently. "Or one of many. The path you choose will determine the fate of all kingdoms."
Divura clenched her fists. "I don't want this. I didn't ask for it."
"No one ever does," the figure replied. "But you cannot run from who you are."
The light around her began to intensify.
"Your power is awakening, Divura. Soon, you will begin to see changes things you cannot explain. Do not fear them. Embrace them."
"Wait!" she called out. "How do I stop the king? How do I survive?"
The figure's voice faded.
"You must find the one bound to your fate…"
But as the light surged something else awakened.
Far deeper. Far darker.
A dangerous and ancient force stirred in the unseen corners of the world, its presence cold and consuming. It felt the rise of the Sovereign Star… and turned its attention toward it.
It began to trace her.
Divura jolted awake.
She sat upright, breathing heavily, sweat clinging to her skin. Her room was dark and quiet, yet something felt… different.
Her hands glowed faintly.
She stared at them in shock. "What… is this?"
The glow flickered, then slowly faded, leaving her trembling.
"This is real…" she whispered.
By morning, she could not sit still.
Something within her pushed her forward—restless, urgent.
Without hesitation, Divura made her way to the hospital. The newly opened building stood tall and magnificent, already gaining attention across Veritida. She had recently employed new doctors ,specialists in the art of medicine, lovers of Hippocrates, men and women devoted to healing.
As she stepped inside, the staff bowed slightly.
"My lady," one of them greeted.
Divura nodded, her expression calm but distant. "Prepare the inspection. I want to review everything."
But before anything could begin
"Emergency!"
The doors burst open.
A man was rushed in, his body lifeless, his breathing shallow and uneven. Panic spread instantly.
"What happened?" one of the specialists asked urgently.
"We don't know!" another replied. "His condition is worsening rapidly!"
They examined him quickly… and froze.
"This… this is impossible," one whispered.
"It's a tumor," another said, his voice shaking. "A massive one. No one survives this. There's no cure."
"It's a death sentence…"
Divura stepped forward slowly.
Something inside her stirred again.
"No," she said quietly.
All eyes turned to her.
"I'll handle it."
"My lady, that's not possible...."
"I said, I'll handle it."
Her voice carried a strange authority that silenced them all.
She selected a few of the most skilled specialists. "You. You. And you. Come with me."
They followed her into an organized chamber, their faces filled with doubt and curiosity.
Divura stood over the patient, her eyes focused.
Then—she picked up a sharp instrument. A knife.
Gasps filled the room.
"What is she doing?" one whispered.
"She's going to kill him!"
But Divura didn't hesitate.
As if guided by an unseen force, her hands moved with precision.
She opened the patient's belly.
The specialists froze in horror.
"How can he survive this?"
But Divura continued—calm, steady, focused.
It was as if she had done this a thousand times before.
She located the tumor.
Removed it.
Then, with thread-like material, she carefully sewed the body back together.
Silence.
Heavy.
Unbelievable silence.
"Check his pulse," one of them said shakily.
A specialist stepped forward… then froze.
"He's… alive."
"What?"
"He's alive!"
Shock filled the room.
Divura stepped back, her face calm. "Monitor him closely. Follow my instructions for post-healing care."
She gave precise directions, then walked out as if nothing extraordinary had happened.
Within a single day, the news spread like wildfire across Veritida.
A tumor… cured.
A man… brought back from death.
A girl… performing the impossible.
Her name echoed everywhere.
Divura.
The Miracle Doctor.
And soon… the news reached Auentia.
Meanwhile, in Veritida, Damian stood alone in the training grounds, his sword drawn.
Clang!
The sound of steel echoed as he struck against a training post with precision and force. But his mind wasn't focused on the battle it was elsewhere.
He stopped suddenly, his chest rising and falling.
A strange sensation washed over him.
Warm… yet powerful.
He looked up at the sky, his eyes narrowing. "What is this feeling…?"
It was as if something or someone had just awakened.
General henry approached. "Your Highness, the troops are ready. We march at dawn."
Damian nodded, but his gaze remained fixed on the horizon.
"Something has changed," he said quietly.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know yet," Damian admitted. "But I can feel it. The balance… it's shifting."
He tightened his grip on his sword.
"And whatever it is… it's connected to her."
Back in Auentia, the ritual had begun.
The palace chamber was filled with dark energy as the seer chanted, her voice echoing against the walls. Symbols glowed on the floor, forming a circle of ancient power.
The king stood at the center, his eyes closed, his expression twisted with determination.
"Find her," he whispered. "Wherever she is… bring her to me."
The air crackled violently.
Then aflash.
The seer screamed.
"I see her!" she cried. "She's ..."
Suddenly the chamber doors burst open.
"Your Majesty!" a guard shouted, rushing in. "Urgent news ....Veritida has launched an attack!"
At that exact moment, the energy in the room turned violent.
The king staggered.
His body trembled.
Then he almost coughed out blood.
The ritual shattered.
The seer collapsed, gasping.
"She… blocked it," she whispered weakly. "Her power… it pushed us out."
The king wiped his lips slowly, his eyes burning with rage and something deeper—fear.
"Then she is stronger than we thought," he said coldly.
He turned sharply.
"Prepare the hunters."
Divura stood by her window that night, staring at the sky.
The stars shimmered brighter than ever before.
She placed a hand on her chest.
"I don't know who I am yet," she said softly. "But I won't run."
The wind moved gently around her.
"And if a king wants me dead…"
Her eyes hardened.
"Then he'll have to come find me."
Far away, under the same sky, a prince stood ready for war.
he rather die than loose his kingdom to another, just like that fate had already begun its work.