Plucked from the light with which the Earth has been made, a fate of life meets a fate of death, only to transfer once day converges with night.

“Junmyeon, when will it be time?”

“Soon, brother. You must be patient. We have many centuries until he arrives.”

Chanyeol waited many seasons, watching the trees of the forest change magnificent colors. He lost count of the amount of times greens turned to reds before crumbling off to be recycled again. He has lived through too many years to pay attention to their beauty.

But nothing would compare to the beauty of their newest coven member. Chanyeol was positive the fledgling would outshine the brightest stars and put nature to shame.

If only he could appear sooner.

The prophecy stated that the heir to the throne--their prince--would awaken on a blood moon to fulfill his duties, a gift from the moon herself. His features would be sculpted from the lunar crevices and glow with the light of the sister sun. His skin would bear no imperfection. His eyes would match that of a glistening chocolate pool. No other beauty would compare to his.

“Chanyeol, my dear brother, I bear great news. He has been born,” Junmyeon, the leader of their coven announced.

The blood moon hung low in the sky, tantalizing Chanyeol’s senses with the anticipation, the longing to claim what was his.