Before the world called him exceptional, before he became a name spoken with pride and pressure, AurenVale was simply a boy who dreamed.
He moved through life quietly, as if the world was a song only he could hear. Teachers praised him. Strangers admired him. He smiled because they expected him to. But beneath the calm exterior, something fragile flickered.
He loved deeply. He noticed everything. He wanted to heal, to understand, to matter.And he was not alone. His mother, the only one who saw him without conditions, called him her little flame. She told him, "You don't have to shine for them. Just stay warm enough to feel alive."
Then, one day, she vanished.No answers. No final words. Only a silver ring, left behind like a secret.
The world tightened around him. Praised him louder. Watched him closer. They never asked if he was okay. They only reminded him of who they thought he was.
And so he disappeared too but from the inside.
Now, years later, the ring around his neck pulses faintly in the dark, and the silence he once buried himself in begins to crack.
He does not yet know why.
He only knows that something is calling him back.
To the truth. To the memory. To himself.