MasukZara didn’t even have time to scream.One second she was standing in the glowing chamber, her mother reaching for her, alarms slicing through the air—and the next, the floor yawned open beneath her like a hungry mouth.She fell.Not fast, not violently, but like gravity itself had slowed down just for her. Soft light rose around her in spirals, cushioning her descent. The sensation was strangely gentle, almost like drifting through warm water, even though panic hammered inside her chest.“ZARA!” Kayden’s voice echoed faintly from above.“Hold on!” Elena shouted, but her voice was already distant.Zara reached upward, fingers brushing at nothing, but the glowing funnel around her pulled her deeper, lowering her into darkness.Then—she landed.Not on stone. Not on metal. Something softer. Warm. Almost alive. For a moment she just lay still, breath unsteady, trying to process what had just happened.The chamber around her brightened slowly. Light bloomed across the curved walls, revealin
The shock of the stranger’s warning still hung in the air like smoke that refused to clear. Zara kept replaying his words—“You’re walking into something you don’t understand.” Kayden kept pacing the length of the little cabin as if his shoes were running on pure electricity. And Elena… well, Elena was Elena, calm on the outside but her fingers told the truth, tapping lightly against her thigh the way they always did when her brain was sprinting.“We can’t trust him,” Kayden muttered for what felt like the twentieth time.“We can’t ignore him either,” Zara shot back, folding her arms. “He knew about the door. He knew about the place under the dome. How? Nobody should know except us.”Elena exhaled slowly. “Let’s take this piece by piece. First: he wasn’t surprised to see us. Second: he left before we could ask anything real. People who want to help don’t sprint off like shadows.” Then she paused. “But people who want us dead don’t warn us either.”That was the problem—nothing fit neatl
For a moment, I could only stare.The man—if he even was a man—stood there as if carved from sunlight and rage. Flames licked around his shoulders like a living cloak, and each step he took burned the dark ground beneath him, turning it to glowing glass.His presence felt like standing in front of a star.Too bright.Too ancient.Too dangerous.“You…” My throat tightened. “You’re Phoenix's father?”He smiled—slow and sharp, like the fire was pleased with itself.“He calls me that.”A beat.“Others call me many things. But you—” he tilted his head, studying me with unsettling interest,“—you may call me Orin.”Orin.The name cracked through the chamber like a spark hitting oil. The shadows around us recoiled as though afraid of him.My palms were sweating, but there was a fire simmering in my chest too—left by the ember that had merged into me. My own heat answered his instinctively, rising like a defensive flare.He raised an amused brow.“So the Balance awakens.”I swallowed hard. “I
The first thing I felt was cold.Not the natural cold of winter or snow or wind.This was deeper—colder than bone, colder than memory.A cold that felt like it was made of silence.I opened my eyes.Darkness stretched in every direction, but not an empty one. It pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat hidden beneath the world. Shadows slid across each other like drifting smoke, forming shapes that dissolved before I could understand them.I sat up slowly, my palms pressing into ground that wasn’t exactly ground—smooth like glass, warm like skin.“Hello?” My voice echoed strangely, as if the darkness listened.And then—A soft flame bloomed in front of me.Not bright. Not blinding. A small, gentle fire, hovering a few inches above the shadow floor like a floating ember.It flickered once.Twice.Then it spoke.Not aloud.Inside me.“Little flame.”I froze.It wasn’t Phoenix’s voice.It wasn’t Alexander’s.It wasn’t even the voice I’d heard right before being pulled under.This one sounded… im
For a moment, I thought my heart stopped.Not from fear.From the impossible sight unfolding in front of me—something enormous, ancient, and shimmering with silver light kneeling in the snow like a loyal sentinel.Its wings were massive, each feather like a shard of moonlit metal. Its eyes glowed the same molten silver burning beneath Alexander’s skin. And when it lowered its head, the weight of its presence pressed into the air, heavy enough to make the trees bend.I clutched at Alexander’s coat, barely finding my voice.“Wh-what… is that?”His arms tightened around me instinctively, as though shielding me from a creature that was clearly not here to harm him.“Elara,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear, “don’t be afraid.”“Afraid?” I stared at the giant kneeling monster-bird-dragon-thing with a voice that cracked. “I’m… evaluating my options.”A breathless, shaky attempt at humor—but the truth was, my entire body was trembling, not from cold but from the sheer unrealness o
Cold didn’t feel like cold anymore.It felt like memory.It wrapped around me in a thick, luminous darkness, swallowing sound, swallowing thought, swallowing the last scream I’d almost released when the ice cracked beneath my feet. My lungs should have burned. My fingers should have numbed. But instead—I wasn’t sinking.I was drifting.Suspended in a water that didn’t behave like water. It glowed from below, gold and warm like sunlight filtered through honey. My hair floated around me like smoke, and when I reached out instinctively, the water caressed my palm like a living thing.“Elara.”The voice wasn’t outside me now. It was everywhere.Phoenix.I spun—though spinning didn’t really apply when there was no direction—and for the first time, he didn’t appear as shadows or whispers or a silhouette.He emerged from the water itself.Tall, radiant, impossibly beautiful in a way that wasn’t comforting. Beauty like fire: mesmerizing but dangerous. His eyes glowed faintly—gold, like the l







