The scout’s words hung in the chamber like a blade mid-fall “She called herself… Aria.”Sera’s blood turned cold. Altheya stood frozen beside her, mouth parted but silent. “That’s impossible,” Sera muttered. “Aria hasn’t left Nightwind in weeks. She's been at Liora’s side every night.”The scout eyes hollow from the journey nodded slowly. “I thought the same, but... she knew things only the Firemother would know. And she walked through fire untouched.”Altheya’s hands clenched the edge of the war table. “We need to verify the queen’s location. Now.”In the Moonhall, Aria stood over her sleeping daughter, She was humming a lullaby older than kingdoms, Liora stirred slightly, murmuring in her sleep, “Mama…”Aria brushed hair from her brow, Then Sera barged in. “Sera?” Aria frowned.“Don’t move,” Sera said, drawing a dagger.Aria blinked. “Excuse me?”“Where were you two nights ago?”“Here.”“Swear it.”“I was here.”Sera didn’t lower the blade. Aria’s jaw tightened. “What’s going on?”A
The ash-petal didn’t burn. It curled gently in Liora’s palm, cold and weightless, yet humming with power not her own, She stared at it under moonlight, Every time her breath touched it, it shimmered not like her flame, but like something older. Something that remembered before memory.Aria entered the room quietly, wrapped in her deep green nightrobe. Her eyes flicked to Liora’s hand “You saw him, didn’t you?” she asked.Liora looked up, startled. “You know who it was?”“No,” Aria whispered, “but I’ve felt that presence before. Once. When I was a child. It stood at my cradle the day my mother died.”They sat in silence for a long moment, Liora whispered, “It wasn’t Null. It wasn’t Void. It wasn’t anything I’ve ever faced.”“It’s what comes after,” Aria said. “When both light and dark are done playing gods.”The ash-petal crumbled, And Liora’s flame flared blue for just an instant.Auren stood before the mirror, shirtless, sweat lining his brow. He had been training since before dawn,
Nothing held, Because Liora was no longer just queen, or even mortal, She was something the world hadn’t yet defined, In the far corner, Aria watched silently. Her daughter had died once. Bargained back into existence. She had burned. Risen. Fought gods. And now?Now she teetered at the edge of something far more dangerous, Auren stood outside the chamber. He hadn’t gone near Liora since the battle ended. The sword Aurenvai lay across his back, sheathed in silence, But his thoughts screamed.He’d seen her death in a thousand fragments, Different futures. Different flames. All ending in ash.“My prince.”Auren turned. Theron stood nearby, blood drying on his armor. “She needs you.”“I know.”“Then why won’t you go to her?”Auren’s voice cracked. “Because I’m the one meant to end her And I don’t know if I can stop myself.”The battle’s smoke had just cleared, He had caught her as she fell, Liora’s eyes had opened briefly, and she had whispered a single word: “It’s inside me.”Then colla
Nightwind’s walls had never fallen, But they had also never faced this, The Voidchildren came at dawn, wrapped in silver fire and bone-dark armor, Their mouths moved, but no words came. Only absence, At their center marched Luma, her hair a veil of burning starlight.And above them Hung the sky cracked and weeping blood-red mist, Queen Liora stood on the battlements. Armor glowing, soul thrumming, The Flameborn of Equinox. Sera at her right, Altheya at her left Auren below, sword pulsing with half-light.The first wave came soundless, Wraith-beasts made of lost memories, Children wrapped in shadow-stuff, Unborn things, clawing at the stone. “Hold the line,” Liora commanded, voice carrying like thunder.Ghostfang archers loosed arrows laced with fire-salt, Battlemages raised domes of mirrorlight, But nothing stopped Luma, She stepped through the flames. Unburned. Unblinking. Eyes locked on Liora “You wear a stolen crown,” she said softly.Liora answered, “Then come and take it.”The ba
The stars dimmed for seven heartbeats, Just long enough for every seer in the realm to drop their bowls, weep blood… and whisper the same word: “Equinox.”Far below Nightwind, deeper than root or ruin, the Vault of the Equinox stirred, Not with thunder But with invitation.Liora stood in the Temple of Threads, her hands aglow, Altheya trembled as she read the rune-scry “It’s calling only one name,” she whispered.Liora already knew. “Mine.”Sera’s jaw clenched. “Then I go with you.”“You can’t. The Vault is balance incarnate, it only opens for those born at the axis.”That night, Liora prepared, Not with armor. But with memory, She braided a thread from Aria’s robe into her hair, Tied a crescent ring of Auren’s around her neck, And placed Sera’s blood-sigil over her heart, Then she walked into the dark Alone.The Vault of the Equinox did not sit still in time It moved But to Liora, it revealed itself as a doorway of crystal and molten gold beneath the Crescent Stones It opened without
Liora stood on the high balcony of Nightwind, the horizon bleeding red into violet, The sunrise brought no warmth Only memory, And in her bones, something stirred. Not grief, Not fear, But a truth she had never dared speak aloud.Sera stepped behind her “You’ve barely slept,” she said gently.“How could I?” Liora murmured. “I was never supposed to exist.”Sera frowned. “Don’t start that.”Liora turned to face her “I wasn’t born. I was bargained for.”Aria entered moments later, pale and quiet, Her voice shook. “The entity that answered my plea… wasn’t Null.”Sera crossed her arms. “Then what was it?”Aria’s eyes glistened. “It was the Flame That Waits. The one that burns beneath time.”Flashback – Aria’s Memory: The night of Liora’s birth, after she begged the darkness, a second voice arrived, This one warm, Soothing, Kind, It whispered: “She will be fire. But she must burn alone first.” And then, it vanished. Moments later, Liora took her first breath.Back in the present, Altheya tr