Rewrite The Stars

In an instant, Lucian found himself hurtling through a vortex of darkness. The world became a swirling blur of colors and shapes, disorienting him with its ferocity. His shouts echoed into the void, lost amidst the maddening chaos that consumed him.

And then, with a sudden jolt, everything ceased. Lucian's eyes fluttered like the delicate wings of a butterfly, his breaths coming in rapid gasps, and his heart pounding in his chest as his mind struggled to make sense of what his eyes beheld. Perched atop Tarragon Mountain, he gazed upon the Dragon Empire, basking in the warm hues of a breathtaking sunset.

“Okay, we don’t have to talk. We can just... enjoy. Are you alright?” A soft, heavenly voice whispered beside him.

Lucian turned to find Visenya by his side, but not the Visenya who had just been ripped from his grasp, but a younger version, her eyes still shimmering with innocence and blissful naivety.

She wore the same dazzling silver and blue dress she had worn on the night he abandoned her on this very mountain. And in that moment, a striking realization washed over him like a wave. His hand shot up to his face in disbelief, only to feel the soft stubble that was nowhere near what he had been able to grow as a twenty-nine-year-old man.

He glanced down at his clothes, the very same outfit he had worn that fateful night. Without hesitation, he swiftly unfastened the top buttons of his dress shirt, revealing his marking.

Grabbing Visenya's hand, he placed it gently over his marking. In an instant, it blazed to life like a supernova—his life force fully restored.

"Whoa…" Visenya whispered, her voice filled with awe. "I never knew it could do that."

"What the…" Lucian stammered, his voice trembling. "Is this real? Have I died and returned home to the gods?"

"Lucian, what's wrong?" Visenya asked, concern etched across her face. "You're acting very strange."

'You said to think of anywhere I wanted to go,” Lucian’s voice stumbled with disbelief, his mind trying to process the gravity of the situation. “You said anywhere at all, and you promised to take us there. And in that moment, this place... this very moment in time... it's what came to my mind. This is where I wanted to go. So that I... so that we can have another chance to do it all over again. Oh my gods, Visenya! Do you know what this means?!”

“No,” she said, her voice trembling with a mix of confusion and apprehension. “But I do know that you’re really freaking me out right now.”

“You created a time portal, Visenya! You are absolutely incredible!” His voice filled with wonder as he crashed his lips against hers, unable to contain his excitement.

She froze under his kiss, her eyes widening with shock, and he quickly realized that she wasn't responding. He quickly pulled away, his own surprise evident on his face.

“I’m sorry,” his voice laced with regret. “I shouldn't have kissed you like that... not without your consent…”

But before he could utter another word, her lips eagerly reconnected with his. A surge of relief washed over him, and his lips curved into a smile as he gently pulled her close, their embrace filled with the intensity of the moment. They shared a beautiful, tender kiss, sealing their newfound connection.

Visenya quickly withdrew herself, her heart pounding with the realization of her own actions. "I'm so sorry for kissing you. I don't know what came over me."

"Why are you apologizing?" His voice gentle and sincere. "I kissed you first."

A soft gasp escaped her lips. "Oh, yes," she replied. "Why did you kiss me?"

He held her gaze, his eyes locking with hers, a mixture of longing and vulnerability shining through. They were the most beautiful set of eyes he had ever seen, and in that moment, he felt himself drowning in their depths. "Because… I wanted to," he confessed, his voice barely a whisper.

"You did?" She murmured, her surprise evident in her voice as she searched his face. "Is it strange that I wanted to kiss you too?"

A genuine smile graced his lips, his heart swelling with affection for her shy demeanor. "You wanted to kiss me?" He asked, his voice filled with intrigue.

She nodded, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. "It's strange, I know. Especially since you..." Her voice trailed off, unable to find the right words.

"Since I've been a complete prick?" He interjected, his tone laced with remorse.

Her eyes widened, a mix of disbelief and surprise flickering in them. She shyly looked down at her lap, her fingers nervously playing with the fabric of her dress.

"Visenya, I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with genuine regret. "Not just for my behavior on the terrace, but for how I've treated you throughout the years. I was a foolish, arrogant child, and you never deserved any of that."

"It's alright," she replied, a sweet smile gracing her lips.

He couldn't help but bask in the warmth of her unadulterated spirit. "Gods, you're just so pure and innocent, aren't you?" He said, his voice filled with awe. "Visenya, how I treated you is not alright. Please, don't let me off that easy."

A flicker of sadness passed through her eyes before she spoke. "But you apologized," she replied softly, her voice tinged with compassion. "And I can tell that it was sincere. So... I forgive you."

"Well, I assure you," he said, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity, "I promise to treat you with absolute kindness and respect from this day forward."

Her heart soared with joy, its rhythm quickening as if it might burst right out of her chest. Overwhelmed by the intensity of her emotions, she rested her head on his broad shoulder, her eyes fixed on the breathtaking hues of the sunset.

As he turned his gaze towards her, his heart swelled with love, causing an irresistible smile to grace his handsome face. With a gentle touch, he caressed her hand, their fingers intertwining, symbolizing their unity in that very moment.

"You really don't remember anything?" He asked, his voice mixed with curiosity and concern.

"Remember what?" She hummed, her mind consumed by their present bliss.

"It's nothing," he replied, his brows furrowing with confusion, a hint of worry flickering in his eyes. The peculiarity of her response left him puzzled, stirring a desire to uncover the mystery that lay hidden in her forgotten memories. They continued to watch the sunset together, savoring the fleeting beauty of the moment.

As time slipped away, Lucian reluctantly flew them back to the Dragon Empire. And, just as Lucian expected, Caspian was waiting outside the fortress walls, a mix of annoyance and relief evident on his face.

"Well, it's about damn time," Caspian grumbled. "Your father kept mind-linking me, asking me about our return. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to lie to our Alpha?"

"Thanks, Cas. I owe you one." Visenya's gratitude spilled forth.

Lucian approached Caspian, a rare smile gracing his lips, a warmth in his eyes that Caspian had never witnessed before. It struck him as peculiar, this sudden display of affection. Lucian's gaze then shifted back to his mesmerizing mate, his heart captivated not only by her ethereal beauty but also by the incredible power she possessed—the power to grant him a chance to reclaim the lost years of his life.

"Do you want to walk me to my room?" She asked him, her voice filled with anticipation.

"What?!" Caspian blurted in disbelief, a frown forming on his face. He didn't like the idea of them spending more time together.

Lucian couldn't help but smile, thoroughly amused by Caspian's reaction. "I'm going to let Caspian walk you to your room," he said, a charismatic glint in his eyes. "I have a few people I'd like to catch up with."

"Oh..." Visenya replied, her disappointment evident in her voice, though she tried to conceal it behind a forced smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow, though," Lucian quickly added, his tone softening. "I'll save you a seat at breakfast."

"Alright," she beamed, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. Her enthusiasm was far from contained.

"Oh, brother..." Caspian's eyes nearly rolled in the back of his head, his frustration evident as he observed the shameless flirtation between the two.

Suppressing his laughter, Lucian leaned in closer to Caspian. "You really should get some rest," he advised, playfully smacking him on the shoulder. "Because tomorrow evening, my friend, you're in for one hell of a surprise."

Caspian instinctively recoiled from Lucian's touch, perceiving it as a threat or a challenge. It never occurred to him that Lucian could actually be trying to extend a friendly gesture.

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Caspian demanded, his voice laced with irritation.

With an amused smile dancing on his lips, Lucian bid them both goodnight. His eyes lingered lovingly on Visenya before he turned on his heel and hurried inside, leaving Caspian to ponder the enigmatic message.

"Why is he acting so freakishly strange?" Caspian questioned.

Visenya, still lost in a daze, simply shrugged her shoulders in response. Her eyes, filled with longing, remained fixed on Lucian until he vanished from her sight.