CHAPTER 21: Eliandra's POV. 2

I went to my sister's place.

Shocking , right?

Well , all I knew was that I had to get there. And I am glad I did.

The sun dipped below the horizon as I approached Elara's manor, the imposing structure standing as a silent witness to the turbulent currents of our shared history.

My footsteps echoed in the grand foyer, a haunting reminder of bygone days filled with laughter and the pitter-patter of two sisters exploring the vastness of Valenor Manor.

As Elara emerged, cradling a delicate bundle in her arms, the contours of her face held the weight of motherhood, an expression that softened the edges of time. Baby Adrialis lay nestled in her embrace, a tiny being with amethyst-blue eyes that shimmered with a curiosity beyond his tender years.

The sight stirred a resonance within me, a subtle echo that whispered of familial ties and the intricate threads that bound us together.

Adrialis, even as a babe, exuded an ethereal charm that transcended the limitations of infancy. His gaze, like pools of amethyst reflecting the luminal echoes that wove through our lineage, held an innate wisdom that belied his tender age.

The amethyst-blue eyes, a familial trait passed through generations, seemed to hold secrets and promises, and in their depths, I glimpsed the burgeoning potential that would shape the destiny of our bloodline.

As the days unfolded, a silent bond began to weave itself between Adrialis and me, a connection that transcended familial obligations. His laughter became a symphony that echoed through the halls, a melody that resonated with the luminal echoes ingrained in our heritage. I found myself drawn to his presence, the amethyst-blue eyes a beacon that sparked a growing fondness within my heart.

Watching Adrialis grow became a bittersweet journey, each milestone marked by the passage of time and the silent cadence of familial ties. The amethyst-blue eyes, now alive with the wonder of childhood, mirrored the luminal symphony that coursed through his veins. In those eyes, I glimpsed the legacy of Valenor, a legacy that Adrialis carried with a grace that belied his years.

Our shared moments became the tapestry of a renewed sisterhood, a silent acknowledgment that transcended the rifts of the past. The amethyst-blue eyes of Adrialis served as a bridge, inviting us to rediscover the bonds that time had weathered. In those eyes, I found traces of our shared history and the promise of a future where familial echoes could harmonize once more.

The luminal resonance that bound us together became a testament to the enduring power of blood, love, and the amethyst-blue eyes that reflected the legacy of Valenor.

As years went by, I had to live for a while , and that pained me a lot. Being away from him was like the weight of the world bore on my existence.

But remembering his eyes that always twirles with curiosity , intrigue ,love and care, they gave me strength to forge ahead , for I new, this was just temporary and I'll be seeing soon.

How wrong I was back then.

My naivity made me unaware of the reality of life, being the further source of my pain, and as you could tell, I awakened to the luminal essence of reality and became practical with myself.

I can say for a fact that Adralis broght change in my life. I was no longer that shut in , moody and naive liitle girl anymore. Pacts of being an aunt. How sweet.

As months went by, my assistant broght me the worst news of my life. Adralis had was injured, him surviving not certain.

I was shocked to the core, then I was filled with anxiousness. Giving out instructions to my secretary, I rushed home.

I felt anger that I had never felt in my life. My body was seething with wrath as the harmless smile of my Adralis appeared in mind.