Two decades had passed in Elvaris since the Eternal Flame had been reignited. The world had grown, prospered, and healed. Yet within the hearts of those who had lived through that great age of sacrifice, the memory of two souls never dimmed.
Yuto and Noa were not just legends — they were love incarnate.
Their story had become part of every child's bedtime tale, taught at every academy, and carved into the very stones of the world. And yet, for their closest friends, it remained a memory — vivid, painful, beautiful.
On the day of the Festival of Rebirth, the people gathered around the hill of stars — now called The Lovers' Rise — where two stone statues stood facing each other, holding hands, smiling as they once did in life.
Souta stood beside Aya, now older, wiser.
"They're still out there somewhere," Souta said.
Aya smiled faintly. "Maybe… maybe they never left."
Meanwhile, in a distant realm — a world unlike Elvaris — a young man and woman stood beneath a vast, sky-blue crystal tree. Their clothes were simple, their powers still awakening, but their eyes held the glimmer of another life.
"Have you ever felt like you've been here before?" the boy asked.
The girl nodded slowly. "In my dreams… I saw stars, fire… and you."
The boy turned to her. "Noa?"
She gasped. "Yuto…"
And in that moment, time stood still. Fragments of the past washed over them. The battles. The school. The confession. The vows. The pain. The end.
They remembered everything.
Tears streamed down Noa's face as Yuto embraced her. The wind whispered their names. The sky glowed a soft blue, and a cherry blossom bloomed in winter — a promise kept.
"You promised we'd find each other again," she whispered.
"And I always will," he said.
***END OF THE STORY***
Written by ASR
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