Mistaken

''Author's Note: This is an original story by TurquoiseEmber. I'm so grateful to those who read this. It means a lot. I've worked a really long time on this, and I am proud to welcome you to the realm of the Lights and Darks, the world of two sides, the galaxy of shadows and scars. Without further ado, welcome to the realm of Aredalus.''

Prologue: Just A Feeling
"I love you, Stefan."

Her voice rang like clear bells, resonating and tinkling, as her face shone with as much radiance as the sun. Arsinoe, his great love. Their relationship, he believed, was era-defining. For she lit up his life with the same torches that others had in their hands, but she set a brighter fire than anyone ever would. Arsinoe glided towards him in the field, as glowing as ever, extending a hand towards him. Stefan accepted it and got up from where she'd pushed him lovingly, and he was so mesmerized by her that he'd fallen right down. Arsinoe had enraptured his heart so strongly that it would take all his strength to stay standing. But Stefan wouldn't rather be knocked down by anyone but her, and he gave her a shy smile as he stood up, his gloved hand in hers. These happy moments were what he lived for. But if anyone else looked down at him, they would think: ''Who is he? Doesn't he know he has responsibilities? Doesn't he know he should be doing something useful? ''

Doesn't he know these happy moments always end?

Chapter One: Different Duos - Daphne
Daphne always wondered why people believed there were only two sides to everything.

Two sides to a coin. Two sides to a door. Two sides to the world that she lived in, one bright and one shadowy. One sunny, and one dreary. One of the Lights, and one of the Darks.

But she didn't see only two sides to it, no. Daphne believed that there were infinite sides, infinite possibilities. You never know, after all. There had to be more than this. It had to boil down to more than just light and dark. But sadly, if you thought like Daphne did, you weren't a great citizen. No, in Aredalus, at least, there were only two, nothing more. Daphne contemplated these facts often, especially when she was alone, and no one else would bother her. As a Mage, though, she didn't have much time. Mages made up the second-highest Light class, and that meant they were the second busiest. And Daphne was one of the most educated Mages, meaning even less 'me' time. But these thoughts always crossed her mind when she'd retire to her cottage after working at Solaris, the Castle of Light, the workplace of the most successful Mages, and the home of Queen Elianna. Daphne was a young Mage, at the age of twenty, with a full head of wavy shoulder-length dark hair and twilight-blue eyes. Everybody always murmured about how such a beautiful and powerful Mage should have been married by now, but the truth was, Daphne just hadn't..found the perfect one yet. The love she was looking for was the only thing she believed in that came in a pair. Her and someone else. But after all the searching she'd done, she was starting to lose faith in the concept of soulmates. Daphne cupped her head in her hands. She'd find him, right? She would. The only perfect duo would be them.

Right?