LOGINFor a moment, I thought I was imagining it—the way it rippled slightly, like a wave through wood. Then two tiny figures detached themselves from the bark and darted upward, disappearing among the branches.
These ones weren’t blue.
Their skin was a dark, barky brown that shimmered with texture like real wood, their wings rougher and less see-through. Their eyes glowed faintly amber, curious and mischievous.
For a moment, I thought I was imagining it—the way it rippled slightly, like a wave through wood. Then two tiny figures detached themselves from the bark and darted upward, disappearing among the branches. These ones weren’t blue. Their skin was a dark, barky brown that shimmered with texture like real wood, their wings rougher and less see-through. Their eyes glowed faintly amber, curious and mischievous. “ More of them,” I whispered. “ They look like—like the trees.”Corin nodded, his expression unreadable. “ Forest pixies. They take after whatever part of the forest they’re born from.” I looked around again, realizing just how many tiny shapes were hidden among the flowers and trees. If they hadn’t moved, I never would’ve known they were there. It wasn&rsq
I turned to Elara. “ Thank you… for everything.” Elara smiled faintly this time, though her eyes were still clouded with worry. “ Just promise me one thing, Liora. Don’t lose that light inside you, no matter what you find out there.” I nodded slowly. “ I promise.” I found a thin strip of leather lying on Elara’s table — worn, soft, and almost forgotten among the rest of her things. My fingers traced along it absently as I caught my reflection in the mirror again. It still felt strange, staring at myself. The woman in the glass looked like me, but also like someone I didn’t know. I sighed and reached up to touch my hair. It was long and thick, falling in loose waves past my hips. It felt untamed — wild — just like everything inside me since I woke in this strange place. Maybe if I fixed it, I’d feel a little less lost. I split my hair into two halves and began twisting each side backward, my fingers moving on their own, as if they remembered something my mind di
After everyone had scattered back to their duties, I found Corin standing near the armory tent, fastening the straps of his sword belt. The green crystal embedded in his blade glinted faintly as sunlight filtered through the misty morning air. I hesitated, my heart pounding, before walking toward him. “ Corin,” I called softly. He turned, his expression calm but unreadable. The wind caught the strands of his sand-blond hair, brushing it against his cheek. “ I need to know why,” I said. “ Why do you want me to come with you? You could take any trained warrior, or healer—someone who actually knows what they’re doing.” He studied me for a moment, eyes steady, piercing.“ Because I don’t know who you are,” he said simply.“ And that’s exactly why you’re coming with me.” I frowned. “ That makes no sense.” Corin’s gaze softened, but only slightly. “ Liora, last night the crystals responded to you. No one else could have reignited their light. Only those with royal
The first light of dawn crept across the camp, brushing over the torn tents and the wounded lying in quiet rows. Smoke still lingered in the air, faint but bitter, like the taste of something burned beyond repair. I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders as I stepped out of the healer’s tent, the cold morning air biting against my skin. Everywhere I looked, people were moving slowly — exhausted, broken, but alive. Some sat in silence, staring at nothing. Others tended to the wounded who had made it through the night. The faint hum of the crystals that protected the camp had weakened into something so soft I could barely feel it anymore. At the center of it all stood Corin. The warriors had gathered around him, their voices raised in weary frustration. He stood tall, his sword strapped to his back, his sand-blond hair ruffled by the cold breeze. Even without saying a word, everyone looked to him — as if he were their anchor, their unspoken leader. We can’t
I clutched the glowing stone desperately. “ Please,” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. “ Don’t fade. Don’t fade.” The crystal’s light trembled under my touch. Then—suddenly—it pulsed outward, a wave of bright white light exploding from its center. The shadows closest to me shrieked and vanished instantly, the dark mist scattering into nothing. The others recoiled, twisting and writhing in pain as the light swept through them. I fell back, shielding my face from the brightness. My chest heaved, lungs burning as if I’d been holding my breath for hours. When the light dimmed, I opened my eyes. The shadows were gone—at least, the ones near me. The air still smelled of smoke and ash. Crystals along the path flickered weakly, some cracked, others shattered. Fae soldiers lay scattered across the field—some alive, groaning, others frighteningly still. Corin reached me moments later, his sword still glowing faintly green. His eyes widened as he took in the glowin
My chest rose and fell rapidly as I scanned the camp. Fae soldiers fought bravely, their swords flashing in the dim light. But every time they struck a shadow, it only slowed down, reforming moments later. Their blades — their weapons — did nothing. Except Corin’s. Even through the haze, I could see him fighting near the far side of the camp. His sword blazed with an eerie green glow, cutting clean through the demons like fire through mist. Every strike left trails of light in the air. And when his blade met their smoky forms, they screamed — a sound that pierced through the chaos and made my blood run cold. I didn’t know what kind of weapon could do that, but whatever it was, it worked. A shriek pulled my attention to the left. My heart stopped. A woman — one of the healers — was caught in a demon’s grasp. The thing towered over her, its arms like long black tendrils wrapping around her body. She struggled, kicking, clawing, but it was no use. Then its mou







