

MOTH AND FLAMES
In a world where ancient secrets intertwine with modern life, Alex, an orphan driven by scientific ambition, finds his path irrevocably altered by a chance encounter in the Forbidden Forest. Unbeknownst to him, his journey is woven into a centuries-old tapestry of love, loss, and the hidden existence of vampires. As he navigates the complexities of a new college, a mysterious girl with eyes like amber and a past steeped in immortality, Eva, enters his life. Their destinies collide, threatening to ignite a dangerous flame where one wrong move could mean eternal doom. Will Alex unravel the truth before he becomes a moth drawn to a forbidden fire?The scent of old paper and dust, mingled with the faint, comforting aroma of stale coffee, usually filled the study room. It was a familiar comfort, a sanctuary where Alex could lose himself in textbooks, far from the boisterous energy of the orphanage. But today, the quiet was shattered by Zarina's voice, sweet and shrill, echoing down the hall.
"Where have you been, Alex? Mother Lily is waiting for you in the Common Hall."
Alex, still clad in his threadbare pajamas, felt a jolt. Mother Lily, the anchor of his world, rarely visited the orphanage, let alone waited for him. He started towards the hall, a flurry of excitement and apprehension, only for Zarina's next comment to stop him cold.
"Go get dressed first, Alex. You are still in your pajamas."
He groaned, a sound that held years of mild exasperation with the world's insistence on appearances. "Do I have to?" he mumbled, already knowing the answer.
Zarina's eyes, bright with mischief, danced. "Of course not. I wouldn’t mind some excitement." It was a classic Zarina quip, a playful jab that always reminded him of her mischievous spirit. Despite his reluctance, Alex knew better than to argue. Dressing up was the safest bet.
He gathered his worn clothes, the fabric soft from countless washes, and made his way to the common shower room. It was utilitarian, much like everything else in the orphanage—rows of cabins, each with a basic showerhead, a bucket, and a mug. Nothing fancy, but it had been his routine since he was seven. The unusual silence struck him; normally, there was a queue, a lively bustle of boys. Was he missing something? A flicker of unease, quickly dismissed.
He showered and dressed at record speed, adrenaline thrumming through him. Dumping his soiled clothes in the laundry basket, he raced towards the Common Hall, determined to uncover the mystery that had everyone gathered.
