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Penulis: Bella Fyre
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101

Morgan reached his door and, for the first time in days, felt the weight of his body. Not the sentinel instinct, not the Circle’s recoil, not the strain of ripping a Dawlya tether out of a human vessel, his body. Bone-deep exhaustion. Magic-drain that felt like ice in his veins. A faint ache pulsed behind his eyes, the price of restraining his power and then pushing past its limits in rapid cycles.

He pressed a hand to the doorframe to steady himself. Just a bed. Just long enough to breathe. Then I’ll head to Marithia… Daxen would worry. He was always worried. And Morgan had promised he wouldn’t let the sentinel effect control him anymore.

He pushed the door open. And froze. Daxen was sitting in the chair by the window.

The King of Marithia, his charge, his friend, his impossible tether was slouched like he’d been there awhile, cloak tossed aside, boots muddy from travel. He stood the moment Morgan entered.

“Morgan.”

It was not a greeting. It was a demand, a reprimand, and r
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    115 Dawn painted Ashbarrie in muted gold, but the training courtyard felt cold. Avi pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders as Chance paced the stone floor barefoot, his steps deliberate, his expression unreadable. Cain stood like a statue beside her, arms crossed, coiled and ready to fight anything including, possibly, Chance. Chance shot him another irritated look. “I said alone.” Cain didn’t even blink. “Not happening.” “You’re in the way.” Cain’s voice lowered to a dangerous calm. “Then move the training somewhere else.” Chance growled under his breath and turned away before Avi had to separate the two for the third time since sunrise. Her tattoo felt warm too warm like the Circle was already awake and listening. “Let’s begin,” Chance said, stopping in the courtyard’s center. His tone softened only when he addressed her. “Avi, today is not about power. It’s about control. You are the Keeper. Not a vessel. Not a conduit. The Circle bends to you.” Avi drew in a breat

  • Dawlya’s Dragon   114

    114 The war room in Ashbarrie was rarely quiet. Tonight, it felt like a tomb. Brie and Trace stood at the far end of the long obsidian table, half dressed in their nightclothes, half armored in authority, both looking like they had been yanked from sleep into crisis without transition. Morgan paced. Chance watched the windows. Cain kept a hand at Avi’s back as if she might collapse or be pulled away by invisible force. Avi didn’t speak. She didn’t trust her voice not to tremble. Her tattoo still throbbed with warm pulses she couldn’t command. It felt like a heartbeat that wasn’t hers. Morgan finally stopped pacing, his expression somewhere between awe and dread. “All right,” he exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “Let’s break this down before someone panics.” Brie raised a brow. “Morgan. We’re already panicking.” He ignored that. He pointed at Avi. “The Circle acted through you while you were asleep. That… normally shouldn’t be possible.” Avi’s stomach twisted. “It felt l

  • Dawlya’s Dragon   113

    113 Avi was still pale when Cain walked her into the strategy chamber, one arm around her waist, the other braced on the wall because he was still weak, but refusing to let anyone else touch her. Brie rose from her seat immediately. “Avi? What happened?” Her voice was gentle but beneath it lay steel. Trace, Mikan, and Morgan were already gathered, the offering table between them littered with maps and threat projections. All of them turned as Avi entered, and the room shifted instantly from strategy to crisis. Cain guided Avi into the chair closest to him before anyone could protest. Morgan’s eyes narrowed. “Your magic is still flaring. You’re shaking. What did the Circle show you?” Avi took a breath. It quivered at the edges. “It wasn’t just a vision,” she began. “It was… a conversation. A warning. The Circle pulled me in without asking.” Trace went pale not with fear, but with the cold, calculating fury of a king who has already lost too much. “Tell us exactly what you saw.”

  • Dawlya’s Dragon   112

    112 The door clicked shut behind Brie and Trace, muting the quiet tension in the hallway. Cain lay propped against pillows, pale from blood loss but stubbornly upright. Avi refused to leave his side, one hand tangled with his, the Circle simmering protectively beneath her skin. Brie crossed the room first. Her steps were soft, but her presence filled the space like a stormcloud. “You nearly died,” she said to Cain no scolding, no pity, just the raw truth. Cain smirked weakly. “Nearly doesn’t count, Your Majesty.” Trace shot him a look. “You can joke, so you’re not dying. Good.” But Avi wasn’t smiling. She was watching her parents really watching, waiting for the consequences she knew were coming. Brie sat on the edge of the bed and met Avi’s eyes. “You felt that attack before it struck,” she said softly. Avi swallowed. “The Circle did. I didn’t… understand it at first.” “And still,” Brie said gently, “you threw yourself in front of your mate.” Cain bristled. “She shouldn’t ha

  • Dawlya’s Dragon   111

    111 The hallway outside Cain’s infirmary room was never meant to hold six elite trainees yet the Veilkeepers filled every inch of it, silent and unmoving, like a wall of steel. No one had told them to stand guard. They simply… did. Because Cain was hers. Because anyone who tried to kill him was trying to destroy Avi as well. Commander Thomas arrived first, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and stopped dead when he saw them. “Why,” he asked slowly, “are you all here?” Kael arms crossed, posture rigid, answered without looking at him. “Because the next person who tries to hurt Avi’s mate is going to have to go through us first.” Joren, sitting on a bench sharpening a small practice blade, didn’t even glance up. “Besides,” he muttered, “I’ve never seen Avi that shaken. If something happens to him, she’ll tear the capital apart.” Mira sat with her knees drawn up, tracing a calming sigil on the floor. “She didn’t sleep last night,” she murmured. “The Circle kept trying to surge toward

  • Dawlya’s Dragon   110

    110 The Dawlya sanctum was silent. Too silent. Then the floor sigils burned black. Seven robed Elders stepped into the ritual circle, their hands bound by shadow-thread, their voices unified. “By decree of the High Mother… By law of blood… Let the Obsidian Weapon awake.” A bowl carved from volcanic glass rose into the air. It pulsed once like a heartbeat. Then darkness exploded outward, racing across the astral plane like lightning seeking a target. Not Avi. Cain. The Dawlya Elders raised their hands, pushing more power into the weapon. “Strike the mate-bond. Shatter the sentinel. Break the Keeper through the one she loves.” The chamber trembled as the weapon shot across the magical lattice that connected worlds. A Dawlya apprentice screamed and collapsed from the recoil. The Elders didn’t stop. “It begins.” Cain’s head snapped up so fast the wind cracked around him. His pupils narrowed into predator slits. “…Avi.” He reached for her instinctively but she was already t

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