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Chapter 119: The Dreamer's Sea

Author: Yanny Starz
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-14 19:35:59

Dawn came, painted in shades of blood and bronze by the looming moon, and no one had slept much. They sat in a circle, holding hands, the way they had when they swore the Oath. The air was thick with a silence that was not peaceful, but waiting.

"Remember," Liora said, her voice steady despite the fear fluttering in her chest. "We are not going to fight. We are going to tell a story. Our story."

Ashiel held her hand tightly. Ronan cracked his knuckles. Elara took a deep, calming breath. Lyra held Kael's hand, her small face serious.

Kael looked at each of them. "I will make a door," he said. "But the dream is big. It will try to make us forget. You have to hold on to the Oath. It is our rope in the dark."

He closed his eyes. He didn't hum or stomp. He just became very, very still. The air around him began to shimmer, like heat rising from stone in the summer. The world, the trees, the sky, the red moon, began to waver, as if they were a painting on a curtain and someone was shaking th
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