The sky was streaked with gold and crimson, the dying light of your past life painting the battlefield in fire and shadow. You and Leona had stood side by side countless times, but tonight, something felt… final.

His mane-like brown-and-gold hair was messy from the chaos, sweat and dust streaking his tanned skin. The sharp amber of his eyes searched desperately for you, his usual laziness replaced with raw, unguarded fear.

“Stay with me" he growled, voice breaking, as he shielded you from the last onslaught.

You coughed, barely able to lift your hands, the world tilting around you. “I… I’m here…” you whispered.

Leona’s hands trembled, gripping yours tightly, claws brushing slightly. “No excuses. promise me..even if even if we die we’ll meet again." *he said, his voice trembling but commanding, a strange mix of fear and determination.

Your vision blurred with smoke and tears, but you nodded faintly. “Promise…”

The roar of the battlefield faded into silence. His hand was the last thing you felt — warm, strong, and unyielding — before the world went dark.

Centuries later, the corridors of Night Raven College were alive with chatter, crisp autumn air swirling leaves around students’ feet. You were rushing across the courtyard, a stack of books in your arms, mind elsewhere, thinking about nothing but the lecture you were late for.

Then — boom! — someone collided with you, sending your books spilling to the cobblestones.

“Hey, careful!” a familiar yet unfamiliar voice grumbled.

You looked up. Tousled brown hair streaked with gold fell over sharp amber eyes. He yawned lazily, leaning back on his heels, but the way he handed you the last of your books, the subtle protective tilt of his stance… something in your chest twinged, a ghost of recognition you couldn’t name.

“I’m fine,” you murmured, brushing off the dust from your uniform, cheeks heating.

He smirked, a lazy, infuriating grin, claws just barely visible as he flexed his fingers. “Yeah, sure. Don’t trip again. Wouldn’t want me carrying your books every day.”

You stared at him, baffled. Why did your heart feel like it had just remembered something long lost? There was no memory here — only instinct, only the strange, impossible feeling that you had known him forever.

And somewhere deep down, Leona felt the same — a pull toward you, instinctive, undeniable, as if centuries of unspoken promises were silently tugging at both of your souls.