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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Author: Luca Fei
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-08 03:55:16

Kiara

A sharp pain in my ribs jerked me from sleep.

"Ow! What the—" I swatted blindly at the assault, my hand connecting with something bony. Julise's elbow, apparently.

"Get up." Her whisper was urgent, closer to a hiss. Moonlight streamed through the narrow window, casting her face in eerie silver shadows. "We have about two hours before the kitchen staff starts moving."

I rubbed my eyes, crusted with sleep. The stone floor was icy under my bare feet. "Julise, it's still nighttime."

"That's the point." She thrust a bundle of dark fabric at me. "Put these on. And wipe that drool off your face."

I scrubbed at my mouth with the back of my hand. "I don't drool."

"You do when you sleep on your stomach like a dead fish." She was already dressed in form-fitting black. I shook out the clothes—men's trousers and a tight-fitting tunic. "Where'd you get these?"

"Stole them from the laundry."

"From the—" I gaped at her. "Since when did you decide to make a habit
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    Kiara "I wasn't trying to save them. I was trying to survive and take as many as I could with me." The words kept repeating in my head. Over and over, like a bad echo I couldn't shut out. I’d heard them in my own voice, quietly whispered to no one the night after we got back. I hadn't meant to say them aloud. It just slipped out. And once I did, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I wasn't a hero. I didn’t even want to be. That whole thing in the maze? It wasn’t courage. It wasn’t strategy. It was instinct and desperation. People died. Girls who used to braid each other’s hair and sneak sweets from the kitchens and giggle in corners. Lyra. Mara. Nessa. I saw the way they fell. The way their bodies crumpled like puppets with cut strings. I still heard the sounds. Felt them in my bones. And everyone kept looking at me like I was the reason they were still breathing. Like I was some kind of symbol. I didn’t ask for that. The Dollhouse ceiling hadn’t changed in three days. Still

  • Dragon Born Luna    TWENTY NINE

    Kiara The proclamation appeared at dawn, nailed to every major square in the capital. The black ink bled slightly against the parchment, but the message was unmistakably clear: "Three funerals. Eight survivors. One broken kingdom." Beneath that line were the names of the dead: Lady Mara of House Grenwill Lady Nessa of House Grenwill Lady Lyra Vale Three girls who had entered the maze as part of the Mate Trials. Three girls whose bodies would never return home. --- The throne room was already filled by the time Julise and I arrived. She had barely left my side in the two days since our return, fluttering anxiously around me with clumsy but sincere concern. I didn’t tell her that most of the time, her presence felt more suffocating than comforting. It was easier to let her hover. Inside the chamber, nobility packed the gallery, their whispered conversations overlapping like a hive of buzzing insects. Long silks rustled against stone floors. Gloved hands covered mouth

  • Dragon Born Luna    TWENTY EIGHT

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  • Dragon Born Luna    TWENTY SEVEN

    Kiara The clearing had become a tomb. Silence pressed down on us like a suffocating weight. The air was thick with damp earth, crushed foliage, and the unmistakable metallic tang of blood. Too much blood. It coated the moss, clung to the bark of trees, and stained the hem of my dress. Every breath I took tasted of death. Then a groan cut through the stillness. Lissa. She stirred, her fingers twitching against the soft forest floor, then slowly, painfully, she blinked into the light breaking through the canopy overhead. Confusion flickered in her gaze, until she saw it. Until she remembered. Her eyes locked on Lyra’s body. It lay barely three feet away, crumpled and wrong. The veil she had worn was torn away, revealing the pale, shocked stillness of her face. Her mouth was open, as though caught mid-word, and her eyes were wide, lifeless, staring up at branches she would never see again. Her dress was soaked through with a spreading bloom of crimson. Lissa gasped. "Wh..

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    Kiara I came to consciousness with a sharp gasp, my body jerking upright as if pulled by invisible strings. My head throbbed like I'd been struck, a dull ache pulsing behind my temples. Blinking against the dim light, I realized I was lying on damp earth beneath a thick canopy of ancient oak leaves that filtered the morning sun into fractured golden beams. Around me, eleven other girls were stirring in various states of confusion. Cressa Stonebrook was already on her feet, her muscular frame tense as she scanned our surroundings with military precision. Pipa Valen sat rubbing her temples, her usually immaculate blonde hair tangled with twigs and leaves. Lyra Vale's silver veil had slipped slightly, revealing her unnaturally bright pink eyes narrowed in suspicion. The last thing I remembered was drinking some tea in the Royal Garden, a bitter, herbal concoction served to all competitors before this trial. Julise had warned me it would likely contain some mild sedative to ensure w

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