The Beginning

(a few words before continuing, this is a draft that I came up with when I was drunk, if you like the story and I see that there are positive comments and a considerable number of people save it in their library, I will continue the story, English is my fourth language so sorry if there are many spelling errors)

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Border city Silverlight, a city with a population of 900,000 inhabitants, is known for its unique blend of modern architecture and a magical touch that sets it apart from any other city.

The towering wall surrounding Silverlight stands imposing, reaching astonishing heights and adorned with delicate runic inscriptions that glow in the darkness of the night. These inscriptions not only serve as a measure of magical protection but also as a beautiful display of the fusion between technology and magic that characterizes the city.

The streets of Silverlight are paved with gleaming stones that emit a soft light, creating a magical atmosphere as residents walk through the city. The buildings and houses feature modern designs with glass and steel structures, but they stand out with charming details such as crystal towers that shine with moonlight and floating gardens suspended in the air.

The city's energy comes from magical and technological sources, creating a unique synergy between the two worlds. Citizens use floating public transportation powered by magical crystals, effortlessly gliding above the streets. Furthermore, squares and parks are filled with luminous trees and fountains that respond to the magic flowing around them.

Silverlight is also home to an academy of magic and technology, where residents can learn to combine both aspects to improve the quality of life and security in the city. The blend of advanced technology and magical influence has turned Silverlight into a beacon of innovation and prosperity, where magic and science coexist in perfect harmony.

Every visitor to Silverlight must pass through an imposing gate guarded by several arcane soldiers equipped with armor known as Vanguard. The Nano Vanguard Armor is a marvel of futuristic engineering, an astonishing achievement in the convergence of advanced technology and magic. Fitted perfectly to the body, this armor has been designed to provide unparalleled protection against both physical and magical attacks.

Despite being immersed in a long war against the arcane beasts that have been ravaging the continent for centuries, the city gates are wide open, welcoming visitors as if oblivious to the war happening outside.

What catches the attention of visitors the most is the extremely handsome young man who stands tall on the walls at the city entrance, a figure that gives unwavering security to those residing in the city. The young man has been performing this routine for two years, coming to watch and support the soldiers repelling attacks from the arcane beasts, always withdrawing exhausted and covered in the blood of the creatures.

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In the twilight, when shadows danced on the walls of Silverlight, Orion Silvermoon emerged, the last heir of a doomed noble lineage tasked with defending the border city. His figure stood out in the dusk, clad in black armor reflecting the moonlight, and a dark cape waving like a somber standard.

With elegant demeanor, Orion walked with a melancholic grace, his steps echoing in the silence of the night. The profound gaze in his eyes, dark blue as midnight, revealed not only the burden of the armor he wore but also the heavy responsibility weighing on his shoulders. He was like a fallen angel, trapped in a cage forged by the expectations of his lineage.

The walls of Silverlight, silent witnesses to the battles and sacrifices of past generations, seemed to whisper to Orion about the destiny awaiting him. But in his eyes, though weary, a spark of hope glimmered. A fragile hope trying to bloom amidst the dark certainty of his fate.

Every night, Orion rose upon the walls, a solitary figure defying the shadow looming over him. His longsword, inherited from previous generations, shone like a beacon in the darkness. The city, at his feet, slept in apparent tranquility, unaware of the burden carried by the last guardian of the Silvermoon.

Despite knowing that his story would likely follow the same tragic course as his ancestors, Orion accepted his fate with resignation. He had become a prisoner of his surname, chained by the expectations and promises made centuries ago. Each sunrise and sunset, he stood firm, but his gaze reflected a profound sadness, as if his soul were trapped in a dark labyrinth with no escape.

Thus, in the border city of Silverlight, Orion Silvermoon walked toward his destiny with grace and elegance, like a tragic figure from an epic tale. His gaze, an enigma of hope and resignation, revealed the internal struggle of a man destined to repeat the history of his forebears, a story he knew but could not avoid.

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One day, a caravan of five vehicles slid slowly, escorting a luxurious crimson car that seemed to float in the air. The vehicle was adorned with glowing runic symbols testifying to its magical nature. The elegant and curvy lines of the vehicle gave it an ethereal and celestial appearance, as if fused with the very essence of magic. Inside the crimson car was an incredibly beautiful young woman, Lady Elena Vermillion, a woman of noble and exquisite appearance, appearing to have stepped directly out of a Renaissance painting. Her beauty was astonishing, with perfectly sculpted features radiating with elegance. Her complexion was pale and radiant, accentuated by deep blue eyes containing a mysterious and penetrating gleam.

Lady Elena's hair cascaded in soft and luxurious waves to her waist, a cascade of intense crimson tones exuding an air of royalty. When the sun touched those strands, they acquired their own glow, as if imbued with the magic flowing within her.

Adorned in an elegant dress crafted from fine scarlet and gold fabrics, Lady Elena carried an imposing and majestic presence. The details of the dress reflected her noble status, with intricate lace, sparkling jewels, and embroideries telling mystical stories.

As she gracefully moved in her crimson vehicle, Lady Elena Vermillion exuded an elegance that seemed to transcend time and space, like a figure from another world bringing the magic of beauty and nobility with each step.

Elena gazed curiously at the city through her window as it drew nearer. Her attention was caught by a distant, endless tide of creatures, a grotesque amalgamation of distorted forms, emerging from the shadows and rushing towards the city with feral determination. Darkness swirled around them, eclipsing the light and leaving behind an ominous aura foretelling devastation.

The horde consisted of deformed beasts, each more terrifying than the last. Their bodies seemed to have undergone a grotesque metamorphosis, merging animalistic features with twisted arcane elements. Some had excessively long claws, others membranous wings, and some emitted flashes of magical energy from their wild eyes.

The advance of the horde was accompanied by unsettling sounds: guttural growls, discordant howls, and magical chirps. The resulting cacophony resonated in the air, creating an ominous atmosphere that robbed the surroundings of tranquility.

As they approached, the horde seemed to be an extension of the darkness itself. The outlines of the beasts blurred in the shadows, and only sporadic flashes of light revealed their grotesque forms in their relentless advance.

At that moment, Elena felt a warm sensation enveloping her body. The sky, covered by the dark aura of the beasts, began to clear. Silver drops of light, like rain, started falling, covering the entire field. The arcane beasts hit by the drops began to howl miserably as they fell to the ground, powerless to move.

Descent of the Lunar God, a large-scale magic created in ancient times by the Silvermoon family. I thought it was lost with the passage of time, or at least that's what the records of my family said," exclaimed Elena in surprise as she opened her window and raised her head to see who was responsible for casting such magic. On the walls, a beautiful figure entered her view, the one responsible for casting such magic.

She could never forget that solitary figure who, despite the arcane beasts approaching rapidly, remained steadfast on those walls, accompanied by his longsword, entirely clad in black armor, and his dark cape waving in the wind without a trace of fear or hesitation on his beautiful face.

Seeing that lone young man, my heart tightened, and my tears almost inexplicably threatened to fall. Despite not knowing him, sadness overwhelmed me. Orion Silvermoon, twenty years old, the last of the Silvermoon Duke family, Guardian of the Northern border city Silverlight—all those titles were just a curse for his family, condemned to defend the city to death for generations, just like me. He is just a prisoner of his surname.

"That man will be my husband in the future, a promise made by our families when our grandparents were still alive, a destiny I cannot escape as an imperial princess. I am treated only as an object to gain powerful allies for my family, but he looks very attractive and has a sexy figure. Maybe I could get along with him," thought Elena with longing eyes. Many noble women like strong and brave men, like the heroes of fairy tales, and she was one of those women who grew up hearing those stories. While these thoughts passed through Elena's mind, the vehicle quickly passed through the city gates without stopping, and the figure on the wall slowly faded away as they approached their destination.