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Author: Joria
last update publish date: 2026-01-07 16:20:06

If you’ve read chapters 1 to 15, first, thank you. I mean it.

Thank you for taking the time to step into this world, for following Zayla through everything she’s faced so far, and for spending time with characters I’ve grown so attached to. It means a lot to me that you’ve allowed yourself to live in this story, even for just a little while.

You’ve seen Zayla in all sorts of situations—confused, scared, frustrated, and stubborn as ever. You’ve seen her fight, survive, and push herself forwar
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    🎀CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR🎀 Serenya let out a quiet sigh and walked past Zayla, taking a seat as if nothing had happened. She lifted a teacup and took a slow sip, unbothered by the storm in front of her. For a moment, she said nothing. Then she set the cup down. “You think I took her from you,” she said calmly. “But that isn’t how this works.” Zayla’s hands clenched at her sides, her breathing still uneven. “Your life… your path… it isn’t built on what feels good,” Serenya continued. “It’s built on what must happen.” “That’s not fair,” Zayla shot back, her voice shaking. “No,” Serenya agreed quietly. “It isn’t.” The simple answer made Zayla freeze. Serenya’s gaze lifted to her. “But fairness has never been what shapes fate,” she went on. “Every life is a thread. Some are long. Some are cut short. Not because they are less important… but because their purpose is different.” Zayla’s lips trembled. “So my mother’s purpose was just to die?” Serenya’s eyes softened

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    🎀 CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE🎀“Of course… I can do that,” Serenya said calmly. Zayla quickly wiped her tears with the back of her hand, her breath still uneven. “I want to…see her..please…” she said softly, like the chance might slip away. Serenya said nothing. She simply looked toward the far end of the hall. Slowly, a door began to form out of nothing. It appeared little by little, like something unseen was putting it together. Zayla’s eyes stayed on it, her heart beating faster. Serenya stood up. “Come.” Zayla didn’t hesitate. She stood and followed her. They stepped through the door and into another hallway. This one felt different. Quiet… too quiet. Everything was white, the walls, the floor, even the air felt still. Their footsteps echoed as they walked. Zayla stayed close behind her, her hands tightening slightly. “How far is it?” she asked softly. Serenya didn’t reply. They kept walking. And walking. Then Serenya stopped infront of a door. “Go in,” S

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    🎀CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO🎀 “Take her away,” Asher commanded. Kai immediately stepped forward and seized Maera. “My lord… please, just one last chance… I beg you!” she cried, struggling. Kai dragged her away, her voice fading as she was pulled from the throne room. Asher’s gaze turned to Damir. “Go… rest. You’ve earned it,” he said. Damir bowed, then walked to the door. In a fluid motion, he transformed back into a massive black eagle and flew out, leaving only Slyvara behind. Silence settled over the room for a long moment. “Slyvara…” Asher called. “My lord,” she replied, attentive. “Do you know why I asked you to watch over the palace?” he asked, his voice calm but edged with authority. She remained silent. “I wanted to test you,” he continued. “You weren’t the one I truly assigned. But… you weren’t bad. Consider it a first trial.” Slyvara lowered her head in a deep bow. “I gave my word. As long as you protect me and shelter me, I will serve you.” “It’s no

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    🎀CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE🎀 Kai gave a small nod. Asher lifted an eyebrow, not at Kai, Just a flick of confusion crossing his face. For a moment, he said nothing. Then, slowly, he pushed himself out of the water. Droplets slid down his chest, his hair clinging to his face, wet and dark. Without a word, he walked past Kai. ******************** Lyra sat by Zayla’s bedside, gently wiping her hand with a damp towel. She was careful, slow, as if afraid even the slightest pressure would hurt her. After a moment, she reached for a small balm and applied it softly to Zayla’s dry, cracked lips. “My lady… Lord Asher is back,” she whispered quietly. The door opened. Lyra turned immediately and froze. She stood up at once, stepping back quickly, her head lowering into a deep bow. Asher stood at the entrance for a moment. Silent. Watching. Then he stepped in, his hands resting behind his back. His hair was now tied into a low ponytail, though two loose strands fell over hi

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    🎀CHAPTER EIGHTY 🎀 Ashvale The carriage rolled through the gates of Ashvale. Lord Asher had returned. The guards straightened at once, backs stiff, eyes forward. Not a single one dared move out of line. The carriage came to a halt. Asher stepped down first, then turned, pulling his cloak around Elira as he helped her out, shielding her from every curious eye. Servants who had been whispering moments ago scattered instantly, their voices dying in their throats the second they saw him. Maera hurried forward, her steps quick, almost eager. “My lord… you’ve returned.” She dipped into a graceful bow, her voice smooth. Her eyes flicked to the woman in his arms, curiosity flashing. Then a faint smile tugging at her lips. Asher didn’t even spare her a glance. He walked past her as if she wasn’t there, guiding Elira toward the entrance without a word. Maera straightened slowly, her smile fading into something thinner. “Who’s that?” she murmured under her breath,

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    🎀CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE🎀 Vatrish The afternoon sun hung high over the training grounds. Nil stood alone, striking relentlessly at the wooden posts before him. His blade cut through the air again and again, hard, precise, but fueled by something far more volatile than discipline. Each strike landed harder than the last. Thud. Thud. Thud. Splinters cracked from the wood. The truth was, ever since he left Ashvale, his mind had known no rest. The memory of that night clung to him like a curse. Asher’s voice. Asher’s gaze. The humiliation. His grip tightened on the hilt. His blade slammed into the post again. Maybe… he had underestimated him. Nil exhaled sharply, lowering the sword for a brief moment. Half-demon, they said. Then why did he wield power like something far worse… something complete? A quiet sound broke through his thoughts. Someone cleared their throat. Nil turned. Zara stood a short distance away, watching him carefully. He let

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