She stood between the two kings, between two peoples on the verge of destroying each other. She raised her hand, her voice rising with a force no magic could match.
“My daughter died for love. Let her death be the last. Let her story teach us. Hatred breeds only hatred. But love… love might have shown us another path.”
A sacred silence covered the river and its banks. Even the waves seemed to have stopped. Her words pierced hearts.
And on that day, a new treaty was signed.
The people of the waters would not come to the surface during the day. And at night, humans who encountered them would no longer respond to their presence with violence.
It was not a perfect solution, but it was a beginning.
Prince Arinzé never married.
He devoted his life to maintaining peace between the two peoples, and every night until his death, he returned to sit by the Muya River—where it had all begun, where everything had changed, and where love had united and broken two worlds.
Remembering Stella, remembering what they had been, and what they had changed.
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