
by doodlegoat
For a thousand years, the moth has not returned. During the ancient Rune Wars, an impossible creature appeared above a dying village—a white moth with only one wing. Some called it a savior. Others called it the harbinger of the world's destruction. Then the legend disappeared into history. A thousand years later, Prince Kael is chosen by the people to become the next king of Elaria. He never gets the chance. Days after his election, Kael is found dead in his chambers, poisoned beside a shattered porcelain teacup. His elder brother inherits the throne. And then the kingdom begins to see things that aren't there. Dead armies. Burning cities. Monsters in the streets. Fear spreads across Elaria as an ancient magic awakens beneath the kingdom. And high above the chaos, something appears in the night sky. A white moth. One wing. The people believe its return means the end of the world. But legends are rarely as simple as they seem. Because somewhere beyond the palace walls, someone knows the truth about the moth. And the truth may be far more terrifying than the prophecy. When the last wing falls, who will inherit what remains?
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