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35

Over the next two hours, Avi sat behind the reinforced viewing glass, watching as Straider interrogated Solidad. Even from a distance, he was efficient, measured, relentless. Eventually, the sorceress broke and began answering questions.

Before long, Cain guided Avi out of the observation room. He had questions of his own but Mikan stopped him.

“I need to speak with Morgan,” Mikan said. “He’s Daxen’s Sentinel and our best expert on the Dawlya. You can talk to Avi afterward.”

To make sure Cain didn’t disobey, Mikan signaled to Tia. “Take Lady Avin back to her quarters and stay with her until I send word.”

Once they were gone, Mikan and Cain made their way to the communications room. The air shimmered briefly as the link connected. Daxen’s image appeared first, then Morgan’s beside him.

Daxen frowned. “We’re arriving tomorrow, brother. Can’t this wait?”

“Actually, no.” Mikan’s tone left no room for argument. He turned his attention to Morgan. “I have questions about the Daught
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  • Dawlya’s Dragon   91

    91 Cain arrived at the training grounds faster than anyone expected. His boots hit the stone with a force that made several trainees flinch. Avi’s team fresh off their final test straightened, unsure whether to salute or run. Chance cleared his throat. “Cain. Good. You’re here. We were just finishing a briefing.” “That much I gathered,” Cain growled, eyes sweeping the group until they found Avi. His posture eased half a breath then tightened again. “Someone wants to explain why every trainee in this building suddenly smells like they were assigned to my mate?” Verek coughed into his fist. Kael took a tiny step back. Joren muttered something that sounded like oh stars, here we go. Avi crossed her arms. “Cain, calm down.” “I am calm,” he lied, jaw ticking. Chance exhaled and stepped between them. “Avi’s team has been selected for a specialized deployment. Given the Dawlya situation, and the fact that faction members may attempt to break from the council to follow the Circle… the

  • Dawlya’s Dragon   90

    90 The last trial dawned cold and sharp, the kind of morning that made even seasoned fliers check their wings twice. Avi stood with her squad on the wind-scarred plateau, the rising sun throwing gold along the edges of their armor. Today everything was determined everything, placement, rank, and whether they would be treated as equals among the elite. Avi couldn’t feel the Circle at all. It had gone quiet the night before, slipping into the background of her mind like a predator settling into the dark. Chance said that was a good sign that it was learning restraint but Avi still found herself waiting, wondering, bracing for its presence. Commander Verek strode before the trainees. “Final assessment,” he announced. “Team operations. No solo heroics. The course will shift under you. Adapt or die.” He paused, eyes flicking briefly to Avi. “Begin when the flare fires.” Kael, Joren, and the others exchanged quick nods. No hostility, no hesitation after weeks of grueling training and th

  • Dawlya’s Dragon   89

    89 Sleep did not come gently. Avi drifted off in Cain’s arms, exhaustion pulling her under despite the tension still coiled through her body like a second spine. She felt safe physically but her magic was far from quiet. The Circle had been restless ever since the emissary bowed and left the throne room. Even Cain’s scent, grounding as it was, only muted it… not silenced it. Sometime after midnight, the whispering began. Not words. Not truly voices. Echoes. Footsteps on stone corridors she had never walked. Breath against her ear that did not belong to Cain. Avi jerked in her sleep, a soft gasp breaking from her throat. Cain startled awake, immediately on alert. “Avi?” he whispered, brushing hair from her face. She didn’t respond; she was trapped somewhere between dream and magic. She stood in the heart of a massive, ancient chamber—circular, carved into black stone. Candles burned in spirals around her feet, dripping wax that fell upward instead of down. The Circle Keeper st

  • Dawlya’s Dragon   88

    88 The emissary bowed before the throne, her dark Dawlya robes folding like a living shadow around her feet. The air in the throne room felt taut, charged as if the very stone beneath them waited to hear her words. Brie sat straight-backed, regal. Trace’s hands were folded, but Cain stood just behind Avi, ready to move at the slightest threat. Mikan’s gaze was cold steel. The emissary lifted her chin, meeting Avi’s eyes. “Circle Keeper Avin,” she said, voice soft but carrying. “The Dawlya Council has learned of your… awakening. They request no, they insist that you come to us. The Circle must be housed among its own. And…” She hesitated. “…there is a faction forming. Many believe you may be the rightful heir to Seppa’s legacy. Some whisper "you are more.” Avi’s heart lurched. Her dragon stirred uneasily beneath her skin. The Circle that newly awakened presence pulsed like a heartbeat behind her eyes. Cain’s hand hovered near her back, ready, protective. “She’s not going anywhere,

  • Dawlya’s Dragon   87

    87 The skies over the Draynor capital were unusually still that morning, no patrol wings cutting across the clouds, no messenger flights streaming toward the palace. Every sentinel had been pulled closer to the heart of the city, and even the civilians sensed something was coming. A quiet tension hummed through the stone streets like the pressure before a storm. At the palace gates, Commander Thomas stood flanked by two elite guards, expressions carved from granite. Behind him, members of the royal escort waited in perfect formation. None of them spoke. The entire courtyard felt as though it were holding its breath. A soft ripple of foreign magic brushed against the edges of the dome thin, sharp, precise. “They’re here,” Thomas murmured. A moment later, the air warped. A tear in the space between realms unfurled like a blinking eye, and a figure stepped through. The Dawlya emissary. She was tall, cloaked in desert-gray, her face half-veiled in the traditional silk of Seppa’s old

  • Dawlya’s Dragon   86

    86 The royal communication room had been cleared, its crystalline walls dimmed for privacy. Only three people remained inside: Brie, Trace, and Morgan, who stood off to the side with his arms folded, silently absorbing every detail. Brie exhaled slowly, fingers drumming a deliberate rhythm on the holo-table. “So the Dawlya have sent an emissary,” she said at last. “And a splinter faction of their own people wants to follow Avin.” Trace nodded, jaw clenched. “Their council must be desperate. If they could have taken the Circle, they would have. The fact they failed and the Circle chose her changes the entire balance of power.” Brie’s eyes narrowed in thought. “They aren’t coming here out of courtesy. They’re coming because they need something. Answers. Leverage. Maybe even permission.” “Or to kill her,” Trace said bluntly. Morgan cleared his throat. “Unlikely, Sire. If they wished to strike, they would have done it when she was still untrained, before the Circle fully merged. Sen

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