The Last Star-Bearer: Heir of the Shattered Light
Some powers are meant to be lost. Some destinies are meant to be forged.
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Born into cruelty in the mortal realm, Tristan survived starvation, abuse, and loss, believing he would never belong. But one night, a mysterious light tears him from his world and hurls him into a war-torn realm of magic, monsters, and impossible power. There, he discovers Sun and Moon magic, abilities long thought extinct, capable of mastering every elemental spell.
With a team of elemental mages, he must recover five Nexar Fragments—ancient shards whose misuse could free the imprisoned Necrolord. Each fragment tests their strength, their morality, and their very souls, while a Shadow Council pulls strings from the shadows.
Armed with Luminaris, Tristan faces monsters, armies, and the darkest corners of his own power. Eclipse energy surges across the realms as battle erupts, and the fate of three worlds hangs in the balance. In a story of destiny, sacrifice, and the limits of power, Tristan must master forces older than the world itself—and decide what it truly means to be the light in the shadows.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 12: FIRE-RYTristan lay still on his back on the floor, limbs splayed, smoke curling from his clenched fist. His chest rose and fell in shallow, ragged bursts. He is unconscious from the shock, but alive.Professor Vance dropped to his knees beside him, fingers pressing against the boy’s wrist, searching for a pulse. When he found it... rapid, uneven, but present, he exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes closing for just a breath of relief.Then he stood, slow and deliberate, his staff planted firmly in the smooth floor of the room.Silence still gripped the classroom. Even Gildart had gone pale, the smirk wiped clean from his face. He stared at Tristan’s still form, then at his own hands... as if seeing them for the first time. He want to gloat but he feels somehow guilty."Everyone," Professor Vance said, voice low but carrying like thunder across still water, "step back. Give him air."No one needed to be told twice. Students shuffled backward, some stumbling over their robes in haste. A few
Last Updated: 2026-01-20
Chapter: CHAPTER 11: FIRE SPELL 101The stones of Aetherstone University hummed with a magic older than kingdoms, it was a stark contrast to the chaotic, unbridled power that had erupted from him just the day before. The memory of the Arcum gauge shattering, a sound like a star cracking, was a fresh wound. Whispers had followed him from the testing chamber, ghosts clinging to his heels.Professor Archum walked beside him, his steps measured and echoing in the grand, vaulted corridor. He was a man of severe lines, from the sharp cut of his grey robes to the granite set of his jaw. He didn’t offer platitudes. He offered purpose.“They will talk,” Archum said, his voice a low rumble. “Let them. Your actions, not their gossip, will define you.”He stopped before a polished oak door and produced a slim, gold-silver bracelet. It looked like a wristwatch from the mortal world, impossibly sleek against the ancient backdrop. “Your schedule, your assignments, your university life. It will all be managed through this.”Tristan too
Last Updated: 2026-01-18
Chapter: CHAPTER 10: HIS-STORYThe walk from the Grand Coliseum to the administration spire was the longest of Tristan’s life. It wasn’t the distance, but the quality of the silence that followed them... a dense, suffocating quiet that pressed in on his ears and made every footstep sound too loud in his own head. Stone pathways stretched ahead in orderly lines, banners hanging limp in the air as if even the wind had chosen to hold its breath.“Don’t look back,” Archon murmured quietly, just loud enough for Tristan alone.Tristan swallowed, his throat dry, his shoulders tight beneath the invisible weight of thousands of eyes. “I’m trying not to,” Tristan whispered back, his voice tight. “But I can feel them.”Students and faculty parted before the Headmaster like the sea before a prophet, robes rustling as bodies shifted aside in instinctive deference. Faces turned... some openly, some in furtive glances, each expression a different blend of awe, fear, and naked curiosity.“Hush,” a professor snapped sharply at a cl
Last Updated: 2026-01-15
Chapter: CHAPTER 9: ARCUM GAUGE“What—”“By the Circle—”“Impossible,” Professor Vance breathed.“No, no, that reading is wrong,” another faculty member hissed urgently. “Recalibrate it...now!”“You can’t recalibrate mid-measurement!” someone snapped back. “It’s already past the limit!”The crystal didn't just glow; it fractured. A web of brilliant, gold-and-silver lightning crackled across its surface. The humming escalated into a deafening shriek that vibrated through the stone seats of the coliseum. The numbers within the sphere didn't just spin; they became a blur of light, climbing at an impossible, exponential rate, shattering every record held within the university's history.“That’s… that’s not linear growth,” a trembling Professor Mistry muttered.“It’s accelerating,” another whispered. “It’s still accelerating!”“Make it stop!” someone shouted. “That gauge can’t handle this!”“Shut it down!” a student screamed from the stands. “You’ll kill him! The shockwave will kill him.”“Impossible,” came a hoarse repl
Last Updated: 2026-01-11
Chapter: CHAPTER 8: AETHERSTONE UNIVERSITYAetherstone University of Magical Arts was less a campus and more a living dream etched into the side of a mountain. Towers of polished ivory spiraled into the clouds, tethered by bridges of crystallized light. The very air hummed with a symphony of power, a constant, low thrum that resonated in the bones.For Tristan, it was a terrifying, beautiful paradise. He was no longer a prisoner in a stone cell, but the gilded cage of the university felt just as isolating.“So that’s him,” a student whispered as he passed.”He doesn’t look dangerous, he actually looks good.” another replied, doubtful.“That’s what makes it worse,” came the hushed answer.Every student here was a prodigy in their own right, and they wore their power on their sleeves—literally. The university’s robes were a tapestry of elemental might. The hydro-mancers moved in flowing azure, their cuffs embroidered with waves. Geomancers strode in earthen browns and greens, patterns of roots and rock climbing their hems. Aerom
Last Updated: 2026-01-10
Chapter: CHAPTER 7: THE TRIALGorath’s deep voice boomed, “We have felt the tremor of your magic. It is unlike any we have known. Yet, you appear without lineage, without oath. How did you cross from the mortal realm without the Old Dark Oak portal, which is the only known passage?”Tristan asked, ”Mortal realm? Is it what you called the human world where I came from?”Nymira spoke and said, ”Yes. The mortal world is where a powerless creature resides. You're here now at Lumen, the realm of light. While those dark creatures you see are from Lleh, the realm of shadows and darkness. Now answer us!”Tristan’s mind flashed back to the night sky over Thorndike, the flash of white and gold as the portal tore apart. “I do not know,” he admitted, a bitter edge to his words. “A blinding light suddenly emerged. I was pulled through…by the same forces that tore it. I have no memory of how I arrived, only that I must act.”A sudden gasp rippled through the hall. From the crowd stepped a woman cloaked in amber light... Seraphi
Last Updated: 2026-01-10
