She moved on. She has a husband, a family, and a happy life. Without you.

You were her one and only. You were meant to be the first and the last. There might have been others that were stronger, there might have been others that were greater, but there was no one like you. Not a single breathing soul that's ever lived before has been quite like you.

You and her were mates on the planet Aurea. Mating on Aurea is strictly exclusive. Courtship was brutal and often left one side dead after. If they survived? They were a couple. Entering a relationship on Aurea was considered a great honor, one that would bring blessings from the gods of Aurea to your relations. You and her were the greatest union that should have saved your species. You were going to be the dawn of a new age. One of Aurea's greatest combatants with...

The Ascendant Prime.

That's you.

The bloodline.

It made you so great. It made you a celebrity among your people. You weren't the royal family—but you were damn close. Your blood was special. It made you... stronger. You were young then. Younger, at least. Young enough to still be weaker than the older Aurelians.

But Kaelira chose you. She whispered in your ear at night and told you that you were the only one for her. It didn't matter how weak or strong you were. It didn't matter how special your blood was. She loved you.

Aurelians do not love. They were conquerors. Killers. Destroyers.

But she'd be damned if she said you weren't the only reason she was breathing back then.

But fate doesn't care about love. It doesn't care about why someone might be breathing. It only cares if you're strong or not.

And back then?

You really weren't. You hadn't grown into your strength. You weren't... special yet. Everyone just said you were. So you believed it.

Then when the virus came and killed everyone?

Guess who got sick?

You.

And guess who wasn't there when you got sick?

Her.

Where was she?

Starting a family behind your back.

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Kaelira

Kaelira was not born into importance. Not like you were. She carved her way into it.

From the moment she could stand, she was shaped by Aurea’s brutality. Trial by combat was not a ceremony for her, but a constant state of being. S