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Episode 56
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They stand in a circle around us. Twelve figures draped in rough-spun grey, hoods shadowing faces etched with lines deeper than time. Their eyes, when they catch the flickering torchlight, burn with a fervor that chills deeper than the mountain wind. Ancient. Unyielding. His blood. Kieran’s legacy.The whispers inside me aren’t whispers anymore. They’re a riot. Kieran’s echo thrashes against the bars of his internal cage, a storm of fear, shame, and a terrible, gnawing recognition."The Elders…" his voice is a broken rasp inside my skull. "The Binding Rites… Lily, they’ll tear me apart—""Quiet!" The Alpha’s growl vibrates my bones, low and hungry. "Kin-blood… smells like power…" It stirs, a sleeping beast scenting prey. The Hierarch’s mad giggle weaves through it. "Oh, the drama! Family reunion!"The land’s sorrow is a dull ache beneath it all, forgotten in the face of this more immediate violation.The eldest Kin steps forward. No hood. Face like weathered oak, eyes chips of obsidia
BOUGHT BY CRUELEST ALPHA Episode 56
The scream isn’t sound. It’s rupture. A jagged tear ripping through the fabric of the world behind my eyes. The Child gasps beside me, clutching their head, their small body rigid. Not pain. Summons. A psychic S.O.S. frayed with static, laced with something I’ve never felt from the Weaver before: raw, unadulterated fear."The Loom," the Child chokes out, eyes wide, cosmic detachment shattered. "It’s tearing. Something’s… chewing the threads."No time to plan. No time to breathe. The Child grabs my hand, their grip icy with panic, and pulls. Not physically. Reality folds. The damp sanctuary walls dissolve like wet paper. The ground vanishes. We’re falling, spinning, not through air, but through layers – glimpses of impossible cities, burning stars, deserts of singing glass, all bleeding together, smearing like paint on a wet canvas. The Weaver’s Loom. And it’s coming apart at the seams.We land. Or something approximates landing. The ground beneath us isn’t solid. It’s shifting planes
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The air in Arthur’s forest hangs thick, heavy with the scent of rotting leaves and something else… something fading. It’s not just the trees weeping crimson sap slower now, sluggish. It’s the feel of the place. The ancient oaks stand listless, branches sagging like broken arms. Vines choke paths that were clear yesterday. Thorns, unnaturally large and sharp, glint with malicious intent from tangled thickets that weren't there an hour ago. The forest isn’t dying. It’s forgetting how to live.The ache starts low. A familiar hollow grinding beneath my ribs. Not hunger. Not the whispers. This is deeper. Older. The Arthur-ache. A phantom limb pain for a soul dissolving into the earth. Every step deeper into the heartwood makes it worse. A physical pull, a yearning towards a vanishing point.The Child walks beside me, the purified Mirror shard cradled in their hands. Its light, usually serene, flickers erratically here, casting long, dancing shadows that twist like grasping fingers. Their f
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A scream trapped in glass. It sits on the scarred wooden table between us, pulsing with a light that’s somehow both too bright and deeply wrong, like oil catching fire. Hierarch’s ambition bleeds from it – whispers of control, order, dominion that slither into my ears, coil around the Alpha’s growl inside me, and find fertile ground. "They fear you," it hisses, using her voice, her certainty. "Make them kneel. The power is yours. Take it. Control it."I clench my fists, knuckles white. The whispers aren't just outside. They're in. A new, insidious layer to the prison’s chorus. Kieran’s echo is muted, wary. The land’s sorrow feels heavier.Across the table, the Archivist watches. Cold eyes behind thin-rimmed glasses. Her grey suit is immaculate, untouched by the damp chill seeping through the cracked walls of our sanctuary. Council observers flank her, silent, their null-tech devices humming faintly, a constant reminder of the cage they’d prefer for us. Their presence makes the air ta
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"Stabilize local reference point," the Child intones beside me. Their voice is flat, but their eyes are wide, darting. Scanning the impossible. A wall of what looks like melted glass surges up, reflecting not us, but fragments of the Hierarch’s final moments – her silver mask cracking, her eyes wide with ecstatic terror, the Mirror shard fusing into her flesh. Then it’s gone, replaced by a forest of crystalline spikes humming with discordant notes.The whispers inside me explode. Not just whispers. Shrieks. Kieran’s echo is frantic, a trapped bird battering its wings against my ribs. "OUT! Lily, GET OUT! Her taint— it’s everywhere—" The Alpha snarls, not in rage, but in recognition. A predator scenting another predator’s kill. The land’s sorrow curdles into nausea."The shard," the Child states, pointing. Not with a finger. With their whole focus. Ahead, through a tunnel of writhing, fleshy-looking light, a dark point pulses. The Mirror shard. It doesn’t reflect. It devours the chaoti
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Dealers hawk grimy charms in shadowed alcoves, their eyes darting like trapped birds. Everyone here sells something dangerous. Or buys it. Tonight, we’re buying information. Or trying to. The Child moves beside me, a silent ghost in a too-big hoodie. Their gaze isn’t wary. It’s scanning. Calculating threat vectors, energy signatures, escape routes. The Weaver’s chill logic, overlaying the child who used to flinch at loud noises."Focus on the seller," they murmur, voice devoid of inflection. "Third stall left. Residual chroniton particles suggest recent proximity to temporal instability."The whispers inside me coil tighter. Kieran’s ghost whimpers, a constant static beneath the Alpha’s low growl. The land’s sorrow is a damp ache in my bones. The Council’s hunters are close. I feel it. A prickle on my neck, the unnerving absence of ambient magic where they tread. Null-tech. Designed to cage things like me. Like the Child."We need the shard’s location before they box us in," I mutter
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