Chapter sixty eight: let us go

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• The cursed mate's return    One hundred and twenty eight: open door

  Freya's pov The fog closed behind us like a breath held too long.Each step toward the edge of the valley pulled the warmth from my bones. Not from cold but from something older. Like the world itself was watching.“I hate this kind of quiet,” Mira muttered as we crossed the bridge. “Like the trees are praying for us.”Kye was at my side, spear slung over his shoulder. “Or warning.”We followed the strangers through the mists. They didn’t look back once, didn’t speak, didn’t falter. Their robes barely moved even though the wind was beginning to rise.“They're walking like people who’ve already seen what’s waiting,” Finnick whispered behind me. “And still decided to go.”That should’ve stopped me.It didn’t.The ground sloped gently until the trees gave way to flat stone. Black and smooth, veined with pale blue light—glowing faintly beneath our feet. The three figures stopped in the center of a circular ruin. I didn’t recognize it.But part of me did.“This place isn’t on any map,” Ro

• The cursed mate's return    One hundred and twenty seven: the second gate

  Freya's pov The third morning came with fog really thick, white, and still. Like the world was holding its breath again.I stepped outside and felt it instantly. Something wasn't right outside there.Suddenly.Kye met my eyes as he walked up the hill, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets. “You feel that?”I nodded. “It’s different. its not wrong either but moving around now.Finnick came up behind us, yawning. “You two always know when something’s coming. Must be nice.”Mira was already awake, perched on a fence post like a cat, eyes scanning the woods. “It’s not coming from the valley,” she said. “It’s coming from the sky.”We all looked up but they sky was as clear as innocence, just clouds.But deep in my chest, something growled like a string being pulled tighter.Rowan joined us last, carrying two spears and a look on his face I hadn’t seen in a while or maybe that was wariness.“We have visitors,” he said quietly. “Far end of the valley. Three figures. Hooded.”Finnick sig

• The cursed mate's return    One hundred and twenty eight: hollow twins

  Freya's pov The mist thickened as we followed the three figures into the woods. No one spoke.The trees stretched tall around us not twisted or dead like those near the Hollow, but ancient. Waiting. The kind of forest that didn’t mind being forgotten.Every step we took, the silence grew deeper. Not empty silence aware silence. Like the forest was listening to our thoughts, our doubts.Mira was the first to speak. Her voice was low, clipped. “Where are we going?”The woman in grey, the one who had spoken first, didn’t turn. “To the boundary.”“What boundary?” Finnick asked, clearly annoyed. “We’ve crossed so many, I’ve lost track.”The golden-eyed man finally glanced back. “The last one.”A chill ran down my spine. I didn’t ask if he meant final as in the end of the road, or the end of us.Kye moved closer to me. His shoulder brushed mine but steadying. “You okay?” he murmured.I nodded. “Just… listening.”“To what?”“The quiet,” I snapped.Because it wasn’t just quiet anymore.It wa

• The cursed mate's return    One hundred and twenty six: rising beneath us

  Freya's pov "You feel that?" Finnick asked, voice low, reverent.We were still on our knees, some of us still trembling. I pressed my hand to the cracked stone floor. It was warm.“Yes,” I whispered. “It’s gone.”The Sanctum’s voice had faded, leaving only silence not empty, but full. As if a thousand screams had finally exhaled their last breath and found peace.Kye sat back against a pillar, rubbing his face with both hands. “That was... we actually chose.”“And something changed,” Mira said, her fingers curling into the fabric of her sleeve. “But we don’t know what.”“Maybe that’s the point,” Rowan said, his voice hoarse. “We weren’t meant to see the new world. Just give it room to breathe.”I stood slowly. My knees ached. My shoulders ached. My soul ached but I was standing.“It still hurts,” I murmured. “I thought choosing would fix something inside me.”Kye gave a short, bitter laugh. “We chose mercy, Fiona. That doesn’t mean we get to feel it.”I looked at them, my broken, bea

• The cursed mate's return    One hundred and twenty five: One fracture mended

  Freya's povI stood at the edge of the Sanctum’s judgment, the light from the cracks in the void casting fractured shadows across our faces. The weight of the voice’s decree hung in the air like a blade held to our throats.It should have been simple. There were answers I’d carried in my chest for years, truths sharpened by regret. One wrong made right? Of course I knew what I wanted. The moment my voice had summoned the storm that shattered the Bastion… I’d played god, and the world had bled for it.But looking at the others, Mira’s trembling hands still clutched in mine, Rowan’s clenched jaw, Finnick’s rare stillness, Kye’s haunted eyes. I realized something cruel and holy. I wasn’t the only one who had paid.The Sanctum had shown us more than guilt. It had shown us the cost.“What happens,” Mira asked, her voice barely above a whisper, “to the rest of the past, if one piece is changed?”The voice didn’t answer right away. Instead, a ripple passed through the darkness, and for the fi

• The cursed mate's return    One hundred and twenty four: what we broke

  Freya's pov“We do,” I answered into the dark.I didn’t know where the words came from. My mouth moved, but my mind had splintered into a thousand pieces, each falling in a different direction. We were surrounded by nothing, no sky, no stone, no ground. Just black, swallowing everything.A low hum pulsed through the air, like the sound of a heartbeat too ancient to still exist. It wasn’t a place we’d fallen into. “You are not welcome,” the voice said again. It wasn’t loud, but it filled every corner of thought. I felt it against my ribs. Inside my teeth.“Yeah, well,” Kye said, or tried to. His mouth moved, but no sound emerged. Still, I understood him.I felt Mira’s hand grab mine, harder this time. She was shaking. No, I was shaking.Then a light bloomed ahead.A scene unfolded in front of us like a curtain drawn back on an old wound.It was me.Not who I am, but who I was. Standing on the balcony of the Bastion, watching it burn. The Night of the Fracture. The first betrayal.My ha