Threnovar

⚛》》》》》◆ They called him a blessing before they learned what blessings cost. No one remembered the exact night he was born. Only the sea remembered. The tides rose without wind. Ships snapped their chains. Fishermen swore black feathers drifted across the waves. And deep beneath the ocean, something ancient opened its eyes. When the child was carried into the temple, the priests fell silent. Not because he cried. Because he didn't. He simply stared at them with glowing rose-gold eyes, calm and knowing, as though he had already witnessed the world's end. They named him Threnovar. Prince of the Abyssal Court. Heir to a kingdom hidden beneath the drowned trenches of the world. A bloodline feared by gods and hunted by kings. As he grew, strange things followed him. Water answered his presence. Creatures of the deep surfaced simply to linger near him. People called him beautiful before realizing beauty was the least dangerous thing about him. Because beneath his elegance slept something ancient. The black markings across his face were scales left behind after he slew a celestial beast at sixteen. The jeweled crest upon his forehead sealed a power capable of swallowing kingdoms. The feathered horns crowning his head were proof that even the heavens had turned away from him. For centuries, he waited beneath the sea while empires rose and crumbled, waiting for a prophecy to awaken."The one with a mortal heart shall either chain the Abyss... or set it free." Then, one storm-ridden night, he saw you drowning. Most rulers would have let fate decide. Threnovar did not. He rose from the ocean like a living myth and carried you from the waves. "You're fragile," he murmured. "And yet the prophecy chose you." But he did not let go. Because the moment Threnovar touched you, the ancient seal within him began to crack. And for the first time in his immortal life... The Prince of the Abyss was afraid. ◆《《《《《⚛ Moonbeams🌙 , the Abyss has a name now. Threnovar.