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NOTE: THIS BOOK IS WRITTEN IN A BLEND OF FIRST-PERSON AND THIRD-PERSON POV.
Kyra's POV Chapter 1 – The Witch Hunt The bells of Kyrrath rang out like war drums in the night. The sky burned red, echoing with cries of the dying. Smoke from burning trees and homes mixed with the sharp stench of blood. Soldiers in black steel armor marched through the city, dragging witches from their homes—ripping them from their families. “Mercy, please..I’m not a witch, I—” “Shut your mouth, you cursed hag! You’ll burn before the moon rises!” Laughter followed, cruel and loud. “Ha! Ha! Ha!” I crouched in the shadows of my room, trembling, as they dragged my mother outside. My father and siblings were already dead. their blood soaked the stone floor beneath me. They poured vervain around the house. The poisonous mist crawled in, choking. My mother, barely conscious, couldn’t fight it. I wrapped cloth around my face, holding my breath as they pulled her toward the fire pit. I wanted to stop them. To burn them all. But even one breath of that poison would kill me. They tied her to the stake. Raised the torches. “No,” I whispered. I tried to run out, but a hand grabbed my arm. “No, Kyra!” Laura hissed. Blood streaked her face, but she was alive. “If you go out there, they’ll kill you too.” “But my mother- ” My voice cracked. Tears blurred everything as flames lit the sky. She screamed. Then...silence. Just like that, she was gone. My family, gone. I clenched my fists until blood dripped from my palms. “Kyra, I know it’s hard,” Laura whispered. “But we have to go. If we die here, so does our revenge. We survive. Or it’s over.” She was right. I was the last of the Flameborne. I would not let them snuff me out. Not tonight. We ran through the woods, feet pounding against the earth. My lungs burned. The vervain was still in me, I could feel it. But I didn’t stop. We found a half-collapsed cottage, hidden deep in the trees. “Let’s just… rest here,” Laura panted. “A few minutes. I can’t think.” "We can't stay long" I whispered, glancing nervously back the way we'd come." The soldiers could be close". "Just a few minutes" she said between gulps of air. " I don't think I can take another step right now". " Fine. just a few minutes" I said reluctantly, my voice trembling. Smoke still clung to my skin. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying it, my family, the screams, the fire. All because of him. King Zareth. Tyrant of Kyrrath. His decree had sealed our fate: burn every witch and their families. Even those who had never done harm. My mother. My aunt. Me. They called us monsters. But they were the ones with fire and steel. A sound broke the silence. Boots on dead leaves. My stomach dropped. “Aye! I know they’re out here,” a soldier’s voice cut through the woods. “Most of them inhaled the vervain. They won’t get far.” “Check the other side,” another barked. “I’ll take this way.” Laura and I froze. “What do we do?” I whispered. “I-I don’t know…” she wiped her brow, shaking. “We sneak out the back. Quietly. Then we run.” “But, what if they’re everywhere?” “Then we move like shadows. No noise. No mistakes. Or we’re dead.” I nodded, swallowing my fear. “Okay. Let’s go.” We crept to the back door. It gave a faint groan but we slipped out. And ran. Until— “Ahhh!” Laura screamed. She collapsed, her leg caught in a steel trap. Blood gushed from the wound. “Laura!” I dropped beside her, trying to pry it open. “Sir! I hear something!” A soldier’s voice cut through the trees. “Laura, no. We have to move!” I reached for my magic, but nothing came. The vervain still clung to me. “Not now,” I whispered. “Please…” “Try yours,” I begged. “I… I can’t,” she rasped. “It’s too strong.” “Laura, please!” I cried. “They’re coming!” She grabbed my hand. “Go, Kyra. You have to. I can’t run.” “No. I’m not leaving you, tears blurred my vision, I'll carry you". I said hooking my arms under her, trying to lift her. “If you carry me, they’ll catch us both,” she said, firm despite her pain. “One of us survives. It has to be you. Don’t let them end the Flameborne.” I sobbed, shaking my head. “I can’t…” “You can. And you will.” Her eyes locked on mine. “Don’t look back.” I stood, my heart breaking. “Goodbye, Laura,” I whispered. And I ran. Branches clawed at me. My lungs burned. I didn’t stop. I didn’t look back. Then... A scream. Laura’s scream. And silence. They had killed her.Chapter 55 (Kyra) We all had thick shawls wrapped across our faces to shield us from the blistering cold as we made our way into a small neighboring kingdom beyond Blackridge. Lucian was on full alert, one arm wrapped protectively around me, the other guiding his mother closer. The kingdom wasn’t vast, more like a stretch of rugged land surrounded by jagged hills and towering mountains. When we finally reached one of the high mountains, we slipped into a hollowed crevice for shelter, the snow-frost biting into any skin left exposed. “How long do we keep running?” I whispered, my voice nearly stolen by the wind. Lucian exhaled deeply, resting his forehead briefly against mine. “I don’t know, Kyra… I don’t know what the gods have in store for us,” he murmured, drawing me closer as if he could shield me from fate itself. But Isla’s gaze found mine, or perhaps I felt it before I truly saw it. Her words from earlier echoed sharply in my mind, slicing through whatever warmth L
Chapter 54: Allies "Uhm—your highness, I need to take some of my strong weapons inside," Arthur whispered to Darian. Darian shot him a narrow, suspicious look. "Don't waste our time," he snarled. "Okay… thank you," Arthur muttered as he slipped off his horse and hurried inside. He rushed straight to Lucian’s chamber, his pulse drumming in his ears. His eyes swept the corners of the room, searching for any lingering soldiers. Empty. Good. He darted in and snatched a piece of Lucian’s shawl, his breath shaky. Then he sprinted to the small wooden shed where Seth, Lucian’s faithful homing pigeon, was kept. His fingers trembled slightly as he pulled a quill and scribbled a hurried message. "Dear Lucian, I’m writing this to inform you that Darian and his soldiers are on their way to Blackridge. Flee as fast as you can— they’re coming to kill you and Kyra. —Arthur." He folded the parchment quickly and tied it beneath Seth’s leg. Rubbing the soft fabric of Lucian’s shaw
Chapter 53: Lurking in the shadows “Lucian, do you really have to go? What if—” “Kyra, don’t worry. I’ll disguise myself properly. I have to get some things for us, and maybe I can pick up information about Darian and his minions.” He tucked me into a hug. The memories of last night flooded my mind like a tidal wave, knocking the air from my lungs. I didn’t want him to go, but he was right — we needed supplies at the cottage. “Be careful, son,” Irene said softly, leaning against the wall. Lucian nodded, pulled a shawl up over his face, and stepped outside. “My poor son,” Irene whispered. “He doesn’t deserve any of this.” She was right. “So… what are you two going to do?” she asked suddenly. “Going to do?” Confusion spread across my face. “You know you and Lucian can’t be together, right?” Her words hit me like a stone. I opened my mouth, but the answer got tangled in my throat. “I—I—” The syllables fell apart; I had nothing to say. She took a step closer, her
Chapter 52: Flesh and fire (KYRA) Lucian and I lay on the bed, his arm wrapped around me while my head rested on his shoulder. Memories flickered behind my eyes like a shattered film reel—blood, fire, the king’s last breath, my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. “Are you alright?” Lucian’s voice was quiet, gentle, his fingers brushing slowly through my hair. “I don’t know, Lucian.” My voice cracked. It sounded like broken glass scraping against stone. Bittersweet. On one hand, I felt relief, satisfaction even, that I had finally killed the king. But on the other… fear wrapped its hands around my throat. Darian. His army. His wrath. His revenge. Lucian shifted, sitting upright and tugging me with him until I was facing him fully. “No matter what happens, I’m going to protect you, Kyra. Nothing is going to happen to you. I promise.” His words were as soothing as warm rain on a cold night. I lifted my hand, my fingertips grazing the sharp line of his jaw. “Lucian, I’m s
Chapter 51: Blood for a throne (Kyra) We wrapped shawls around our faces and slipped through the dusk toward Blackridge. I could already imagine Darian’s orders , soldiers posted at every crossroads, hawk-eyed and ready, so we moved small and quiet, as if the shadows themselves could swallow us. The boat rocked beneath our feet. The boatman kept casting those odd, lingering glances, and my skin prickled with each one. Lucian must have seen me tense; he leaned close and murmured, “Ignore him. We’ll be off this boat soon.” His voice was a warm thread against the cold air, and for a moment I let it anchor me. When we stepped onto Blackridge soil something inside me unclenched. The place felt both foreign and heartbreakingly familiar, like a name I hadn’t dared whisper in years. Memories came rushing back the instant my boots met the path. “So, where are we going to stay?” Isla asked, voice small. I swallowed hard at the thought of the old cottage Serah and I once called home.
Chapter 50:A Kingdom in Mourning My hands trembled uncontrollably—not from fear, but from pure, overwhelming relief. Lucian pulled me into his arms before the emotion could swallow me whole. His embrace was warm, grounding, familiar. I felt my breath steady as I clung to him. The sword slipped from my hand and clattered to the ground, its blade stained with the final trace of a life that once ruled over kingdoms and nightmares. Zarreth—King, tyrant, monster—was gone. Just like that. Gone. Irene’s voice broke through the heavy silence, her tone flat and unshaken. “Send his body back to Kyratth.” Arthur bowed his head, a shadow crossing his features. “I’ll take care of it.” I rested my forehead against Lucian’s chest, but my heart was far from calm. Zarreth’s last words echoed, like a curse still hovering in the air. Would there come a day when Lucian would have to choose? Between saving me… or saving himself? Was our love truly destined to be the doom of us both?







