Prologue: The Thalrasi’s High Council Convenes

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Lord Varek Thalrasi, Leader of the Thalrasi

Lord Varek Thalrasi and the Hidden Prophecy

Varek remained behind as the council chamber emptied, his fingers tracing the worn edges of the forbidden tome. The weight of his choices pressed heavily upon him. The truth had been before them all along, buried beneath centuries of carefully constructed doctrine.

With measured steps, he strode toward the back of the council chamber, where an ornate door, inscribed with sigils long forgotten by all but the highest ranks of the Thalrasi, waited. He whispered an incantation, and the door groaned open, revealing a hidden vault lined with relics and texts that had long deemed too dangerous for common knowledge.

At the center of the vault stood a pedestal of obsidian stone; the entire prophecy lay sealed beneath enchanted glass.

His hands hovered over it for a moment. If the council ever learned the entirety of what was written here, it would undo the very foundation of their power.

“Only when Fire and Shadow stand as one shall the cycle truly be broken.”

The words burned into his mind. Deep down, he knew the Thalrasi were built upon a lie. That the cycle they sought to prevent had never been about destruction but about rebirth and balance. But balance meant change, and change meant the end of their rule.

No, he would not allow that to happen.

With a whisper, he summoned a dark flame to his fingertips. The prophecy could never be found. If balance were meant to be restored, he would reshape fate.

The ancient parchment ignited, its edges curling to ash as the words were consumed. He watched as the true prophecy—disappeared into embers, ensuring no one would ever uncover it.

As the last flicker of flame died, Varek turned away, his decision made. He would not let the Phoenix and the Eclipsed One rewrite the world.

He sealed the vault behind him, walking back into the light of the council chamber with a single thought burning in his mind:

Fate belonged to those who controlled it.

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Selyne Morath, High Inquisitor of the Thalrasi

The Shadowed Rebellion: Selyne Morath’s Hidden Faction

In the depths of the Thalrasi’s citadel, away from the grand halls where doctrine was enforced, a small faction was beginning to form—a faction led by none other than High Inquisitor Selyne Morath.

Selyne had always been one of Varek’s most trusted advisors, but she was no fool. The hidden fragments of the prophecy, the uneasy weight of history—she had long suspected that the Thalrasi were not the righteous force they claimed to be.

She had seen how the council erased dissent and carefully curated knowledge to maintain its rule. Though she had spoken of loyalty in the council chambers, her private thoughts had begun to shift.

“What if we were wrong?”

That question haunted her, leading her to seek out others—disillusioned hunters, scholars who had been silenced, warriors who questioned the righteousness of their cause.

Slowly, she began to piece together the truth.

The Phoenix and the Eclipsed One were not the enemy.

And now, as Varek declared the hunt, she realized the moment had come.

She would have to stay silent and obey, or step into the shadows and prepare for rebellion.

She had no answer yet, but deep down, she knew—

The time of the Thalrasi was coming to an end.

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The Prophecy Corrupted: Varek’s Deception

Varek Thalrasi stood before the gathered elders, the weight of centuries pressing upon his shoulders. The truth lay before him, inked onto ancient parchment—a prophecy of balance, not destruction. But balance was not power, and power was the one thing he refused to relinquish.

His fingers traced the delicate script, the forbidden words burned into his mind.

“Only when Fire and Shadow stand as one shall the cycle truly be broken.”

He exhaled slowly, then set the scroll down upon the council’s grand table. With a single, steady movement, he slid another parchment atop it—one carefully altered, rewritten with only the words that served his purpose.

“When the Moon devours the Sun, the world shall fall to darkness.” “The Eclipsed One will rise, and his shadow will stretch across the land, consuming all light, ushering an age of endless night.”

Varek lifted his gaze, meeting the council's expectant eyes. They needed fear, a threat that only the Thalrasi could stand against.

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He spoke with unwavering certainty. “The prophecy is clear. The werewolves are not creatures of balance. They are harbingers of eternal night. The Eclipsed One is a curse, a force of destruction unlike any we have faced before.”

Murmurs spread through the council. Some nodded, satisfied by the confirmation of what they had been taught for generations. Others hesitated, their instincts sensing something amiss. But doubt was a dangerous thing in the heart of the Thalrasi. No one dared to voice it.

Master Cyras was the first to respond, his voice grim. “If this is true, then our duty is unchanged. We must ensure that the werewolves are eradicated before the eclipse reaches its peak.”

Varek inclined his head in agreement. “Indeed. And there is more.” He lifted another document, this one filled with fabricated accounts of past eclipses, rewritten history that painted the werewolves as the architects of destruction. “Throughout history, each time an Eclipsed One has emerged, disaster has followed. Villages burned. Kingdoms crumbled. The sky darkened, and the sun did not return.”

Selyne Morath, seated near the edge of the chamber, watched him closely. She said nothing, but Varek did not miss the sharp glint of suspicion in her eyes.

He continued, pushing forward before doubt could take root. “And now, we face the greatest threat of all—an Eclipsed One who has survived into adulthood. If the prophecy speaks true, then this is the moment that will decide the fate of our world. If we allow the Phoenix to unite with him, the cycle will shatter.” He let the weight of his words settle over them. “And what happens when the cycle breaks?”

Silence stretched through the hall. Then Master Cyras spoke again, his voice heavy and foreboding.

“The sun will not rise again.”

A solemn nod passed between the council members, fear overtaking reason. The Thalrasi had always been the keepers of order. They had always held the power to shape the world’s fate.

And now, Varek had ensured they would cling to that power at any cost.

With the council in agreement, Varek allowed himself the smallest of smiles. The hunt would begin in earnest. And by the time the truth surfaced, it would already be too late.

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Sigil of the Order of the Forsaken

The Thalrasi’s Final Hunt for Ronan

The grand council chamber of the Thalrasi was eerily silent, the weight of impending action pressing upon the gathered elders. Lord Varek Thalrasi stood at the center, his expression grim, his hands clasped behind his back as he addressed the assembly.

“The time has come,” Varek announced, his voice cold and resolute. “The Eclipsed One has been revealed, and with him, the prophecy stirs once more. We must ensure it is never fulfilled.”

A murmur passed through the high council. Many had dedicated their lives to hunting down those born under the full eclipse. Such individuals were rare, appearing only a handful of times throughout history, and every time their presence had disrupted the order the Thalrasi fought to maintain. They could not afford to let history repeat itself.

High Inquisitor Selyne Morath leaned forward, her face unreadable. “Are we certain?” she asked. “Many have tried to kill him before and failed.”

Varek narrowed his eyes. “That is why this time, there will be no failure.”

He gestured to a map sprawled across the war table, marked with sigils and shifting ink—Thalrasi magic tracking their target's movements. The hunt had already begun.

“He is untouchable in the Lux Arcana,” Master Cyras noted, running a finger along the parchment. “But he will have to leave eventually.”

Varek snarled. “I want eyes on the Lux Arcana around the clock.”

He turned to the elite hunters assembled in the shadows—figures clad in darkened armor, their faces hidden beneath enchanted masks. The Order of the Forsaken. The most feared among the Thalrasi’s ranks, those who had spent decades mastering the art of hunting supernatural prey.

“This is the last command I will give regarding the Eclipsed One,” Varek declared. “Hunt him to the ends of the earth. Burn his allies. Destroy his sanctuaries. Leave no trace of his existence behind.”

A low hum of agreement rippled through the assembled hunters. They lived for the hunt, for the eradication of threats to humanity’s balance. And Ronan was now the greatest threat of all.

But as the others nodded, Selyne remained still, gazing at the map. Beneath the flickering light of the enchanted torches, her mind churned. She had spent years believing in the righteousness of their cause, but now… now she wasn’t so sure.

Was this justice? Or was it fear?

Varek’s voice shattered her thoughts. “Bring me his head before the next moon wanes.”

The council chamber echoed with unsheathing blades and whispered oaths sworn in blood. The hunt had begun, and there would be no mercy this time.

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Cassian, Top Thalrasi Hunter and Nephew to High Inquisitor Selyne Morath

A Warning in the Dark

The air in High Inquisitor Selyne Morath’s private chambers was thick with the scent of burning sage, a ward against prying ears. The flickering candlelight cast restless shadows across the stone walls, mirroring the unease in her heart.

Cassian Vale entered cautiously, his posture straight, his sharp eyes reflecting suspicion. He had never been summoned to her chambers before—not in secret, not with such urgency.

“Aunt,” he greeted, voice careful, respectful, but laced with underlying tension. “Why call for me now?”

Selyne studied him for a moment before gesturing toward the chair opposite her. “Sit.”

Cassian hesitated. A silent battle waged in his mind—obedience to the Thalrasi, to his mission, versus loyalty to the woman who had been like a second mother to him.

Reluctantly, he sat, arms crossed over his chest.

She did not waste time. “Tomorrow, you ride with the Iron Veil to hunt the Eclipsed One and the Phoenix.”

Cassian’s brows furrowed. “You summoned me to remind me of my orders?”

Selyne exhaled sharply. “No, I summoned you to warn you.”

Cassian stiffened. A warning. That was not lightly given within the Thalrasi, an order built on unwavering discipline and blind loyalty. His pulse quickened. “What are you saying?”

Selyne leaned forward, her voice barely above a whisper. “The council has lied, Cassian.”

Silence stretched between them, a cold weight pressing against the air.

She continued, her tone steady but urgent. “You have always trusted the wisdom of our order, as have I. We were raised to believe in our cause—to protect humanity from the dangers of the supernatural, to hunt threats before they can take root.” She let her words sink in before she leaned in closer. “But what if I told you that we have been fighting against something we do not understand?”

Cassian’s lips pressed into a thin line. “The prophecy is clear.”

Selyne shook her head. “No. The prophecy is manipulated.”

His jaw clenched. “Lies.”

She expected his resistance. He was Thalrasi through and through—trained, conditioned, devoted. But he had not yet seen what she had seen.

Selyne rose, stepping toward the bookshelf that lined the far wall. She ran her fingers along the spines of old tomes, searching, before pulling out a leather-bound book that had long been hidden from the council’s archives. She placed it before him.

Cassian’s gaze dropped to the worn title embossed in gold: The True Verses of the Eclipse.

“This book was sealed away long before either of us were born. It contains the original prophecy, the one before the council altered it.”

Cassian hesitated, his fingers hovering over the cover. Everything in him screamed that this was treason. To question the council was to question the very foundation of the Thalrasi. But his aunt had never before led him astray.

And yet… he could see the fear in her eyes. Not fear of him, but fear of what they had been fighting for.

“Read it, Cassian.” Selyne’s voice softened. “And then tell me if the Eclipsed One is truly the enemy.”

Cassian hesitated before following an order for the first time in his life. But eventually, his hands closed over the book, and he pulled it toward him.

Tomorrow, he was meant to kill Ronan.

But tonight… he would read.

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The Thalrasi’s Rage: The Rise of Their Greatest Enemy

It was too late when the Thalrasi realized Ronan was the Eclipsed One.

They had spent centuries tracking and eliminating potential candidates, ensuring no werewolf born under an eclipse lived long enough to fulfill the prophecy. Yet somehow, despite all their efforts, Ronan had not only survived—he had risen to power.

When the truth reached the High Council, the halls of the Thalrasi erupted in chaos. Lords and scholars, hunters and mystics, all demanded answers. How had this happened under their watch? How had they allowed a marked child to slip through their fingers, grow unchecked, and become one of the most influential figures in the supernatural world?

Lord Varek Thalrasi was seething.

His fury was legendary, but this was different—this was failure, and failure had consequences.

The executions began immediately. Those responsible for overseeing the tracking of Eclipsed Ones were dragged from their posts and put to death.

Entire records were purged to erase any trace of their mistakes.

Varek ordered the deaths of several high-ranking council members, claiming their negligence had doomed the world.

Fear spread through the Thalrasi ranks. No one was safe if even their most influential leaders could be cut down for their failures.

But it wasn’t just about failure—it was about the prophecy.

With the realization that Ronan was alive, the prophecy began to take shape in ways they could no longer control. If he lived long enough to join forces with the Phoenix, if balance was restored, Thalrasi’s entire purpose—centuries of power—would be undone.