In a world where magic was real and powerful force, a young college student named Eira stumbled upon a mysterious ancient tome hidden deep within the library's dusty shelves...
Both surprised and curious she decided to venture in... As Eira delicately opened the worn leather cover, the air around her began to swirl with an otherworldly energy. The pages, yellowed with age, revealed intricate symbols and diagrams that shimmered with a soft, ethereal light. Without warning, the text began to shift and rearrrange itself, spelling out a single, haunting phrase:
"Beyond the veil of dreams, the shadow Weaver awaits..."
Suddenly, the room grew darker, as if the shadows themselves were closing in. Eira felt an eerie presence whispering in her ear, urging her to turn the page...
Eira felt suffocated with the dark force closing in on her....with curiosity she turned the next page which said “he has come for his bride, for she will be taken to his abode”
As Eira read the ominous words, the room plunged into darkness, and she felt a chill run down her spine. The air grew thick with an eerie, pungent scent, like decay and smoke. The whispering in her ear grew louder, more urgent, and she felt a cold, bony hand grasp her shoulder, spinning her around.
A figure loomed before her, shrouded in tattered, black robes, with eyes that glowed like embers from a long-dead fire. The voice, like a rusty gate, spoke a single, chilling word:
"Mine."
Eira tried to scream, but her voice was frozen in her throat. The figure reached out a bony hand and beckoned her to follow, as the shadows seemed to coalesce into a dark, winding stairway, descending into the very depths of the underworld...
As she plunged into darkness only to be awoken few hours later surrounded by maids. Groggily, Eira sat up, her head spinning, as she looked around at the opulent bedroom. The maid, curtsying, introduced herself as Elara and explained that Eira was now in the castle of the mysterious Lord Arin, the master of the dark forces that had brought her here.
As Eira struggled to remember the events of the previous night, Elara handed her a small, ornate mirror. The reflection staring back was not her own - Eira's eyes had turned a piercing shade of indigo, and her skin was deathly pale.
Lord Arin's voice, low and husky, spoke from the shadows, "Welcome, my bride. You will soon learn the true extent of your newfound powers, and the darkness that binds us together."
Eira's mind reeled as she realized she was trapped in a world of dark magic, with no clear escape. Elara's eyes seemed to hold a hidden message, but before “Eira could decipher it, the maid curtsied and slipped away, leaving her alone with the ominous Lord Arin...
Who are you...you have got the wrong person...what do u want from me Eira screamed as she couldn't see his face in the dark"
“You are quite loud I will give you that" Arin said facing her....Eira couldn't help but stare as he came closer to her “he was handsome, muscular with broad shoulders, he was a beautiful god"
Lord Arin's gaze narrowed, his piercing blue eyes seeming to bore into Eira's soul. A hint of a smile played on his lips, "Yes, wife. You are mine now, bound to me by the ancient powers that have awakened within you."
As he stepped closer, his voice took on a low, husky tone, "And as my wife, what are you thinking about" “I'm not thinking about you" Eira said looking away. “Ohh really and who said u were thinking about me"
Eira's blush deepened as Lord Arin's eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
Suddenly, visions flooded her mind - ancient rituals, forbidden love, and a centuries-old curse that bound their souls together. Eira's mind reeled as she stumbled backward, gasping for air...
Those weren't her memories.... whose were they
You will be fine after a few days...now about the wedding Arin said... “what wedding are you talking about... “I'm only 20,I can't get married not now besides I just got into college Eira kept thinking”
“I can't get married to you, I won't"Eira screamed.
Lord Arin's expression turned cold, his eyes flashing with a hint of anger. "You will not leave," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "The bond has been sealed, and you are mine now. The wedding will proceed as planned, and you will accept your fate."
Eira's pleas fell on deaf ears as Lord Arin turned to leave, but not before his parting words: "You will soon learn to embrace your new life, and the power that comes with it. But for now, rest. The ceremony is in three days, and you should and must be prepared."
As the door slammed shut, Eira was left alone in the darkness, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and rebellion. But the visions still lingered, haunting her, and she knew she had to uncover the truth behind the ancient curse and the mysterious bond that tied her to Lord Arin...
Suddenly, a faint whisper seemed to caress her ear: "Not all is as it seems, Eira. Seek the truth in the shadows."
