Bloodfire Bonds
Chapter 1: Before Time Began
In the void before creation, before the first spark of light, there were two souls—woven from the same thread of fire and shadow. Jaden and Lisa. Bound beyond existence, entwined beyond destiny. They were not merely lovers; they were the eternal kings of a realm yet unborn.
Jaden's blade, the Crimson Sovereign, shimmered with the red embers of endless wars fought in timeless realms. His eyes burned like the dying suns of fallen worlds—fierce, unyielding, yet haunted by the weight of countless lifetimes lost.
Lisa's sword, the Scarlet Blossom, whispered through the air with the grace of a thousand storms. Her gaze was both a balm and a blade, soft as dawn yet sharp enough to cleave the fabric of reality itself. She was the flame that danced in the darkest night, the shadow that protected the light.
Before the first breath of creation, they stood face to face in the emptiness—a silent vow passing between them, one forged beyond space and time.
"No matter the darkness that comes," Lisa said, her voice a fragile echo in the void, "our bond will be the sword that breaks the night."
Jaden nodded, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of the Crimson Sovereign. "Together, we are eternal. Together, we are the fire that shapes worlds."
But even in the emptiness, a storm stirred. A darkness that would test their bond in ways unimaginable. A shadow that would seek to sunder not just their souls, but the very essence of creation.
Far from that silent promise, a new world stirred—a world on the brink of war and ruin. Here, Jaden would be born anew, a young warrior burdened by hatred and isolation. Here, Lisa would rise as the Red Queen, fierce and unyielding, her past a mystery even to herself.
And between them, a thread of fate, tangled with pain and love, would weave the story of their lives.
The first echoes of that fate began in a storm-wracked village, where a boy named Jaden gripped his sword, his heart burning not with hope, but with the cold fire of rejection.
His family scorned him, calling him cursed—a boy born with a strange mark that pulsed like a heartbeat beneath his skin. No one knew what it meant. Not even Jaden.
But in the loneliness of the night, as thunder cracked the sky, he felt a whisper—a voice that promised power beyond reckoning.
"Rise, Redking. Your fire will burn brighter than all the worlds combined."
And somewhere, far away beneath the crimson moon, a girl sharpened her blade—her eyes reflecting the flames of a kingdom she vowed to reclaim.
The story was just beginning. A story of love, loss, and power—of swords that could carve destinies and hearts that could shatter worlds