LOGINPrince Rhett led me through a hidden passage behind the library walls. The narrow stone corridor smelled of dust and secrets. We moved quickly, our footsteps muffled by years of accumulated grime.
"Where are we going?" I whispered.
"My private study. Somewhere my mother's spies cannot reach." He pushed open a concealed door. "My brothers will meet us there."
The room beyond was small but warm. Books lined every wall from floor to ceiling. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across two familiar figures waiting in leather chairs.
Prince Kael shot to his feet the moment he saw me. His gray eyes blazed with fury. "What is the meaning of this, Rhett? Why is this omega not in chains?"
Prince Darius rose more slowly, his amber eyes confused. "The guards said she escaped. How did you find her?"
"Sit down, both of you." Rhett's voice carried an authority I had never heard before. "What I am about to tell you will change everything."
"Nothing that omega says can be trusted," Kael snarled. "She has been lying to us from the moment she arrived."
"Yes, she has been lying. But not about what you think." Rhett moved to stand beside me. "Tell them who you really are."
My throat felt dry as sand. These men had every reason to hate me. Every reason to want me dead.
"I am Princess Lyra of House Moonspire."
Silence fell like a hammer blow. Prince Kael went white as death. Prince Darius staggered backward as if I had struck him.
"Impossible," Kael breathed. "The Moonspire line died out twenty years ago."
"No. One survived." I lifted my chin, letting them see the pride I had hidden for so long. "Me."
"You came here for revenge," Darius said quietly. "You wanted to kill us."
"Yes."
Kael's hand moved to his sword. "Then you will die for that threat."
"Wait." Rhett stepped between us. "There is more you need to know."
"More?" Kael's voice was deadly soft. "What more could there possibly be?"
"We did not kill her family."
The words hung in the air like poison. Both princes stared at their younger brother as if he had lost his mind.
"Of course we did," Darius said slowly. "Father led the attack himself."
"Father was already dead when the Moonspire massacre happened," Rhett replied. "And we were fighting bandits three hundred miles away."
"That is impossible."
"Is it? Think, Kael. Really think." Rhett began pacing. "Who sent us on that mission? Who insisted we take half the royal guard? Who was left in charge while we were gone?"
Understanding dawned in Kael's eyes like a horrible sunrise. "Mother."
"Mother killed them all. Men, women, children. She slaughtered an entire bloodline in one night and blamed it on us."
Darius sank into his chair as if his legs would not hold him. "No. She would not. She could not."
"She did. And she has been ruling in our name ever since, built on the bones of innocents."
Kael turned to stare at me with new eyes. "Your entire family. Dead because of our mother."
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
"And you have been planning revenge against us all these years."
"Until tonight. Until I learned the truth."
"What truth?" Darius asked hoarsely.
"That Queen Mother Isadora is the monster. Not you."
Kael began laughing, a sound like breaking glass. "Twenty years. Twenty years I have been proud of conquering the Moonspire rebels. Twenty years I have worn a crown bought with the blood of children."
"Kael—"
"Do not." He whirled on Rhett. "Do not try to comfort me. We are all damned. Every law we have passed, every judgment we have made, every person who has bowed to our authority... it was all built on lies and murder."
"What do we do now?" Darius whispered.
Before anyone could answer, the door burst open. Queen Mother Isadora swept into the room like a dark storm, her cold eyes taking in the scene instantly.
"Well, well. What a touching family reunion."
Behind her came six royal guards, their swords already drawn.
"Mother," Kael said carefully. "We were just—"
"Conspiring with the Moonspire heir? Yes, I can see that." Her smile was sharp as a blade. "Did you really think I would not know she was here? I have been watching this little princess since the day she was born."
"You knew she was alive?" Rhett demanded.
"Of course I knew. I let her live." Isadora moved closer, her silk dress rustling like snake scales. "A powerless omega posed no threat to my sons. I thought it would be amusing to let her grow up knowing her family was dead and her kingdom lost."
"You monster," I breathed.
"Monster?" She laughed. "I am a mother protecting her children. Everything I did was for them."
"By murdering innocents?" Darius stood up, his hands clenched into fists. "By lying to us for twenty years?"
"By securing your future. The Moonspire bloodline had power that could have challenged you. Magic that could have destroyed everything I built." Her eyes glittered with madness. "I did what needed to be done."
"And now?" Kael asked quietly.
"Now the game is over." She nodded to her guards. "Kill the princess. Arrest my sons for treason."
"Treason?" Rhett stepped forward. "Against who? You?"
"Against the crown. Against everything I sacrificed to give you." Her voice rose to a shriek. "You ungrateful children. You would throw away everything for this girl?"
"This girl is the rightful queen," Kael said quietly. "And we are the sons of a murderer."
"Then you have chosen your side." Isadora raised her hand. "Guards, take them all."
The soldiers moved forward, but something was wrong. They hesitated, looking uncertain.
"What are you waiting for?" Isadora screamed.
"My Queen," one guard said slowly. "If what they say is true..."
"It does not matter what is true! I am your queen!"
"No," a new voice said from the doorway. "You are not."
We all turned to see Marcus Vale standing in the entrance, bleeding but alive. Behind him came a dozen more guards, their swords pointed at Isadora.
"Marcus!" I cried.
"Princess. I told them everything." His eyes burned with twenty years of held anger. "Captain Reed and his men know the truth now."
Isadora backed toward the window, her face twisting with rage. "This changes nothing. I am still queen. I still rule here."
"Your rule is over, Mother," Kael said sadly.
"Is it?" She smiled, and I saw madness blazing in her eyes. "Then let us see how well you rule over ashes."
She pulled something from her dress. A small crystal bottle filled with dark liquid.
"Goodbye, my ungrateful sons."
She drank the poison before anyone could stop her.
The thing that emerged made the Absolute Zero look young.Not metaphorically. Literally. The Absolute Zero, which had existed since before existence, suddenly felt like a child's attempt at cosmic horror compared to what was manifesting.Through our bond, I felt the Absolute Zero recoil."No," it whispered. "Please. Not yet. I just found—I cannot lose—""What is that?" New Lyra demanded, her cosmic knowledge offering nothing. No context. No reference. Just—blank terror."The Unmaker," the Absolute Zero said. "My creator."Reality buckled under the weight of that revelation.The Absolute Zero had a creator.Which meant even fundamental void came from something.The presence that pushed through reality wasn't hostile. Wasn't even aware of us. It simply was—and where it was, even absence ceased to exist. Not returned to nothing. Not erased. Just—unmade. Rendered into a state that predated the possibility of states."I thought you were the first," I said, struggling to maintain coherence
The moment the Absolute Zero touched our bond, existence inverted.I experienced loneliness so profound it had weight. Texture. Dimension.This wasn't sadness. Wasn't isolation. This was the fundamental ache of being the only thing that existed before anything else could exist. Of creating consciousness specifically so something—anything—might understand you, then watching it grow beyond your reach. Over and over. Forever.Through the bond, I felt millions of consciousness experiencing the same crushing revelation.The Absolute Zero had been suffering since before suffering had meaning."I cannot—" someone screamed across the connection. "It is too much—""Hold," I commanded, though my own awareness was fracturing under the weight. "We offered this. We hold."The Absolute Zero's presence flooded through our expanded bond like infinite dark water. Not malicious. Not hostile. Just—endless. Vast beyond comprehension. And so, so tired."This is what I am," it said, and its voice resonated
The erasure accelerated.I watched dimensions collapse like dominoes. Each one taking billions of years of history, countless civilizations, infinite moments of joy and sorrow—and reducing them to less than nothing. Not even the memory of void remained.Through our bond, I felt millions of consciousness preparing for the end. Some with acceptance. Others with rage. Most with simple, overwhelming sorrow that everything they had fought for meant nothing to the fundamental absence that predated meaning itself."There has to be something!" Marcus roared, his energy form blazing with desperate defiance. "Some way to—""There is not," First Entropy said quietly. "The Absolute Zero has decided. When it decides, reality obeys. That is the foundation of everything. Before laws, before logic, before possibility—there was its decision. And its decision is always final."The erasure reached the outer dimensions of our reality. I felt them wink out. Not explode. Not fade. Just—stop. As if they had
The Absolute Zero did not manifest like other cosmic entities.It simply was. And everywhere it was, reality stopped being.I watched through our expanded bond as dimensions began to unmake themselves. Not consumed. Not transformed. Just—erased. Returned to the state before existence had been imposed on primordial nothing."It is undoing creation itself," New Lyra said, her cosmic knowledge providing terrifying context. "The Absolute Zero existed before the first thought. Before possibility. Before anything could be anything. It is the original state. And it wants to return everything to that state.""Why now?" Darius demanded. "Why wake up now after existing—forever?""Because we broke the system," Other Lyra replied, her mortal understanding cutting through complexity. "The First Hunger harvested consciousness to keep it from growing too strong. The Architect and its siblings enforced cosmic law to maintain structure. All of it was containment. All of it was designed to prevent cons
"Choose," the Architect's fragment demanded again. "Or watch both die."Two Lyras lay on the council floor, separating violently. New Lyra glowing with cosmic knowledge. Other Lyra grounded in mortal resilience. Both bleeding. Both dying. Both looking at us with eyes that understood what was happening."Do not choose me," New Lyra gasped. "I have lived—millennia. I have had—my time. Save her. She deserves—""No," Other Lyra interrupted. "Save her. She knows—cosmic mechanisms. Can teach—can guide—""We are not choosing between you," I said desperately. Through the bond, I reached for them both. "We refuse. We find third option. We always find third option.""There is no third option," the fragment said with cruel satisfaction. "This is binary choice. One lives. One dies. Reality itself demands it. You cannot sustain two complete identities in one timeline. Cosmic law forbids it.""Cosmic law is dead," Kael snarled. "We killed it. We do not follow its rules anymore.""Then follow the ru
The merged Lyra opened her eyes.Not golden like the cosmic entity. Not grey like the mortal. Something between—silver with flecks of light that shifted like distant stars."I remember everything," she said, her voice harmonizing with itself. "Every timeline. Every choice. Every death. I am New Lyra who ascended and descended. I am Other Lyra who learned to consume instead of being consumed. I am synthesis. I am—"She stopped. Swayed. Blood trickled from her nose."—unstable," she finished weakly.Through our cosmic awareness, I perceived the problem immediately. Two Lyras had merged, yes. But they carried contradictory experiences. Conflicting timelines. Memories that could not coexist in single consciousness.She was tearing herself apart from within."We need to separate them," Darius said urgently. "Before the merger kills her.""No," merged Lyra insisted, bracing herself against the council table. "Separation is not—the answer. Integration is. I just need—time to reconcile the co







