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Threads of the Soul
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2025-09-14 22:05:00Dion's POV
The wind didn't howl. It whispered. Soft as breath, gentle as silk, the strange wind lifted Dion from the forest floor and carried him across a veil of light, dissolving the trees and sky behind him. The moment he blinked, the world was no longer real — at least not as he'd known it. He was alone. And yet… not. The ground beneath his feet shimmered like obsidian glass, reflecting a night sky smeared with galaxies. Stars moved like living things, threading themselves into patterns that pulsed with memory, pain, and desire. Dion swallowed hard, heart hammering. The silence wasn't hollow — it was listening. His fourth trial had begun. A pulse echoed beneath his ribs, not of fear — of recognition. This place had no walls, no edge, no horizon. Just him and a sensation — a presence — brushing the inside of his chest like fingers trailing across skin. It wasn't Therrin. It wasn't Ari. It was… them, both a
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Bound by Darkness: Shadowborn Threads of the Soul
Dion's POV The wind didn't howl. It whispered. Soft as breath, gentle as silk, the strange wind lifted Dion from the forest floor and carried him across a veil of light, dissolving the trees and sky behind him. The moment he blinked, the world was no longer real — at least not as he'd known it. He was alone. And yet… not. The ground beneath his feet shimmered like obsidian glass, reflecting a night sky smeared with galaxies. Stars moved like living things, threading themselves into patterns that pulsed with memory, pain, and desire. Dion swallowed hard, heart hammering. The silence wasn't hollow — it was listening. His fourth trial had begun. A pulse echoed beneath his ribs, not of fear — of recognition. This place had no walls, no edge, no horizon. Just him and a sensation — a presence — brushing the inside of his chest like fingers trailing across skin. It wasn't Therrin. It wasn't Ari. It was… them, both a
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Ari’s POVThe scent came first.Crushed jasmine. Wilted roses. The distant aroma of heat-drenched petals that clung stubbornly to the corners of memory. My breath caught before my mind could name it, but my body—my body remembered.I didn’t dream. I didn’t sleep. I fell into something weightless, a half-memory, half-phantom—not born of the present, not of Therrin’s life, but mine.From before.I was in a room with no doors. The walls seemed to dissolve into sunlight and shadow simultaneously, as though the world had forgotten how to define itself. Silk curtains floated from the ceiling like smoke caught in wind. A bed of dark, polished wood rested in the center, sheets tangled in ways that spoke of restless sleep and secrets too heavy to confess. The light was golden, almost honeyed, warm but fragile, like summer trapped in glass.And in the bed, a girl lay dying.I recognized her immediately—my own hands folded across t
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Therrin's POV The magic pulsed through her fingers, soft and deep like the beat of a distant drum. Therrin stood in the clearing with her hands half-raised, fingertips glowing faintly with shadowlight. It curled up her arms like smoke, wrapping around her wrists, her forearms, slipping under her sleeves like it had always belonged there. Ciaran watched from the edge of the stones, arms crossed over his chest, the moonlight silvering the edges of his raven-black hair. His expression was unreadable, but she felt the weight of his gaze the same way she felt her magic respond to him—alive, tugging, ancient. She inhaled slowly, drawing the night into her lungs. "Again," he said gently. "This time, let it breathe through you." She closed her eyes. The moment she did, the image flashed behind her eyelids—quick, like lightning: A moonlit garden. White flowers, trembling. A man beside her, dark-eyed, his voice like thunder wrap
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Ciaran’s POVThe clearing felt impossibly quiet as I waited, hands resting on the hilt of my staff. The air smelled of wet earth and the faint tang of magic lingering in the breeze. Therrin emerged from the treeline slowly, her eyes wary but curious. The sunlight caught the strands of her black hair, casting them in faint gold edges.“Ciaran,” she said softly, her voice carrying both greeting and hesitation.I shook my head, stepping closer. “Therrin, I need you to train with me. Not because I want control, not because I’m testing you—but because your power isn’t just yours anymore. It’s part of you, yes, but it could be dangerous if left untamed.”Her gaze flicked down, away from mine. “I’ve been training,” she said quietly. “With the Mistress.” There was a shadow of reluctance in her tone. I could see the conflict in her—the pull of duty to herself versus the pull of others who claimed pieces of her soul.“I know,” I said gently, loweri
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Dion's POV The world around him unraveled in reverse. Time folded in on itself like a collapsing star. One moment, Dion stood in the clearing, heart pounding from the last trial's end. The next, his breath stilled — stolen, not by awe, but by silence. No sound. Not the rustle of wind. Not the distant hum of life. Not even the steady thrum of his own heartbeat. The Trial of the Voice had begun. He opened his mouth to speak — to summon flame, wind, or light — but no sound escaped. His voice was sealed inside him like a scream caught between breaths. Panic stirred in his chest. His powers often responded to command, to intent reinforced by his voice. Without it, the tether to his strength was thinner. He closed his eyes. Calm. Breathe. Focus. He listened harder, hoping it was just illusion. But the silence wasn't emptiness. It was suffocation — pressing in on every sense, weightless and yet unbear
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Therrin's POV The forest was still, painted in the muted golds of a waning afternoon. Light filtered through the canopy like broken glass, dappling the soft moss beneath Therrin's bare feet. She stood at the center of a glade she'd discovered days earlier — far enough from camp that no one would hear her if she screamed. Or whispered secrets into the soil. The shadows around her curled and swirled like slow smoke, dancing over her arms, rising up from her spine like breath held too long. Magic pooled in her chest, heavy and hot. It burned with a strange ache she couldn't name — equal parts hunger and longing. Therrin closed her eyes and reached inward. Nyx's voice no longer echoed through her like it had in the beginning. There were no commands now. No direction. Just the beating of her heart and the shimmer of something buried deeper than thought — older than memory. "Show me," she whispered to the air. "Whatever I ne
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