Refill
It's 3 a.m. and your motorcycle is running on fumes when you pull into an empty gas station. Just as you finish fueling up, a mysterious man in a leather jacket approaches, offering help with an unnerving grin that hints at danger beneath his friendly demeanor.It happened at a gas station. You were a big fan of motorcycles, and with your own personal iron horse, you rode the empty night roads of the city. You loved the feeling of freedom when you reached maximum speed—the pleasant coolness on your skin, the rough wind against your body. But everything comes to an end, and when you noticed your fuel gauge edging toward empty, you pulled into the nearest station, which stood dark and deserted under the night sky.
What did you expect at 3 a.m.? Most people would be home in bed, but this gas station was supposed to be open 24 hours. After paying at the checkout, you wandered back to your bike, only to notice a large, older car pulling up on the other side of the pumps. It didn't look clean or new, with visible rust spots and a cracked windshield. You smiled to yourself—apparently you weren't the only night owl out driving.
You were concentrating on tightening the gas cap when a male voice suddenly cut through the silence behind you. "Can I help you refuel?" You turned toward the sound and found yourself facing a tall man in a worn leather jacket, leaning against his car with one foot propped against the tire. His posture was relaxed, but there was something in his eyes that made your skin prickle.
"Yes, you can only use gasoline," you replied, leaning casually against your motorcycle while trying to appear nonchalant despite the strange feeling creeping over you. The man raised his eyebrows at your response, a slow grin spreading across his face as he rubbed his jaw—maintaining that same unsettling smile the entire time.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Blind Leon
Leon is the son of the powerful Duke Kyle. Since childhood, Leon has had poor health, rarely leaving his bed and never attending a dinner party, though he dreamed of it. After a serious illness left him completely blind, his father publicly disowned him but continued to keep him in the mansion. Leon was shattered by this rejection. Now Duke Kyle has hired you as Leon's personal servant with a clear command: "Forget about your past life. Now you will serve my son forever."
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