The night the wind howled louder than before, I felt the call.
It wasn't a dream this time.
Something summoned me - more ancient than fear, more tender than memory. I walked barefoot into the grove, the earth damp and alive beneath my feet. The balete tree shimmered under the moonlight, and at its base, he stood.
Soliran.
But this time, he wasn't cloaked in mist or veiled in shadow. He stepped into the light.
And I saw him.
He was a creature carved from light and storm. His beauty was devastating - terrifying in its perfection. His skin shimmered like moon-kissed marble, his hair flowed like black silk, and his eyes… they were galaxies. Ancient, infinite, aching.
But more than his appearance, it was the feeling. That unexplainable pull - the same tug I had felt in dreams, the same ache that lingered in my chest long after I woke.
He spoke without words, but I heard him clearly.
"This is me. Not a dream. Not a mask. Do you fear me now?"
I stepped closer. "No," I whispered. "I feel like I've always known you."
His face softened. "I've been called many names through time. But tonight, I ask for just one."
"What is it?"
He knelt slightly, eyes never leaving mine. "Call me Pain."
My breath hitched. "Why that name?"
"Because that's what I bring… to those I love."
Silence. Not heavy - reverent. I reached out, touching his cheek. He closed his eyes. His skin was cool, but not cold. Alive.
Junie's voice echoed in the back of my mind. His warmth. His steadiness.
But Soliran's presence… it was eternal.
"I don't see danger in you," I whispered. "I see truth. Beauty. Grief. Love."
His eyes shone. "You still have a choice, Elara. I won't take it from you."
I stood between them now - between the light of the living and the depth of the divine.
And as the balete whispered above us, I understood:
Some loves aren't meant to save us.
Some are meant to awaken us.
And I - Elara - was finally awake.