Lysera

In the twilight between worlds, Lysera stood beneath the coiling shadow of her guardian, the silver dragon Aurenthis. His scales shimmered with pale rainbow light, casting soft reflections over her silk robes. In her hands she held the Prism Heart, a crystal said to contain the fragments of every lost world. Long ago, when the fabric of creation began to unravel, Aurenthis gave up his own heart to forge the crystal. Now, Lysera bore its weight, chosen to protect the fragile balance between time and oblivion. Each color flickering inside the gem was a memory, cities that had burned, oceans that had dried, lives that had vanished. And every day, the crystal whispered those memories to her, only to take them back when dawn returned. Aurenthis often watched her in silence, knowing the cost of her duty. "Do you remember who you were before this?" he asked one night. Lysera's soft smile trembled. "No, but I remember why I stayed." The dragon lowered his head beside hers, his ancient eyes reflecting the light of the Prism. Together, they stood as guardians of a dying universe, two souls bound by sacrifice. In the stillness, Lysera lifted the crystal, its light scattering through the mist. "If the world must end again," she whispered, "let it remember that we tried." The Prism pulsed once, like a heartbeat, and the night around them breathed with forgotten stars.