~Eira“You weren’t supposed to see that.”I spun, already half-charged with celestial magic, to find Nyra standing in the shaft entrance. Her shadow fell across the moss-covered roots like a blade. Her voice was calm, but her eyes? Her eyes were wild.“What are you doing with them?” I asked, my tone sharp.She stepped further into the shaft, boots silent on the earth. “Inhabitants of Moon Shadow with the so-called pure celestial magic are good sources of energy.”My stomach churned. “So you’re kidnapping people and using them as energy sources now? That’s your great rebellion? You believe you’re harming Queen Seraphina by kidnapping her subjects?”Nyra didn’t flinch. “Queen Seraphina has done worse to the Cast-Outs over the years. Compared to what she’s done, what I’m doing is merciful.”“Two wrongs don’t make a right,” I said, stepping protectively in front of the bound villagers.She tilted her head. “Even if that were true… the fact remains that you’ve seen something you shouldn’t
~EiraWhy are we still here?The question pounded inside my head as steadily as the pulse in my wrist. Hours had passed—or maybe longer. It was hard to tell time in a place where sunlight only filtered through in thin, reluctant threads. The cage we were held in stank of rust and damp moss, and the silence outside pressed in like a second skin.Ryan exhaled beside me for the hundredth time.“Why are we still here?” he finally said aloud, like the universe had taken my thoughts and thrown them into his mouth. “Shouldn’t we have blasted our way out of here by now? You know you can do that.”I turned to look at him. His arms were folded, his jaw clenched tight. He wasn’t wrong. I could’ve melted the bars with half a thought. But something stopped me. Something about this place… about these people.“We’re not trying to make them fear us,” I said quietly. “They’re victims, too. It’s fear that’s making them act like this.”Ryan huffed. “Even so. We can’t just stay here. We have a mission to
~Omniscient “Who’s Aeron?” Lyric asked. Kade hesitated. The word clung to the air between them like ash refusing to scatter. He turned to her slowly, his expression blank—but his eyes burned. “Where did you hear that name?” Lyric blinked, a little thrown by the sharpness in his tone. “I heard some guards mentioning it… I was just curious.” Kade smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Give me the names of the guards.” Lyric tilted her head. “I can’t do that. You’re going to hurt them.” “No, no, no,” Kade said, the grin widening. It was too smooth. Too polished. “I just want to know them so I can tell them to stop disturbing you with their gossip.” She hesitated, then relented. “Neros. Halwin. And… Briar.” Kade nodded, already turning away. “Thank you. Let me go and see them.” “But you haven’t told me who Aeron is,” she call
~Aeron The streets of Obsidian were not what they once were. Once, the city had thrummed with vibrant life—children racing through dusty alleyways, merchants shouting the deals of the day, the scent of roasted herbs and fire-smoked meat drifting from open doors. Now, it was silence wearing a mask. Even the shadows seemed to flinch when you looked too long. We moved through those shadows like ghosts. Cloaks drawn tight, heads bowed low, we moved in pairs. Caelum flanked me silently, his posture tense beneath his hood. Brim and Lorian, less recognizable, had taken the riskier job—approaching stalls and pleading for scraps. They played the part of desperate wanderers well, slipping between vendors with hunched shoulders and lowered eyes. I watched from the mouth of an alley, the deep hood of my cloak casting my face in darkness. I couldn’t risk being recognized—not here. No
~TamarThe camp shimmered with tension.Even before the sun had touched the horizon, the air buzzed with volatile energy. Arcane sigils burned across the earth in patterns only we Horax could read, glowing a soft violet under the weight of the spells we wove. All around me, my soldiers stood ready. Hoods drawn. Blades sheathed. Magic vibrating just beneath the skin.We didn’t speak. Not out of fear—Horax feared nothing—but out of reverence. What we were about to do wasn’t just an assault. It was reclamation.The sky above churned with black clouds, manipulated to cloak our movements. Below it, the invisible veil that hid Moon Shadow pulsed faintly, reacting to our presence. A barrier born of celestial blood. It would not fall easily.I stood at the cliff’s edge, overlooking the flat expanse where the veil shimmered like a heat mirage. I could feel it—the ripple of ancient magic, so thick it tasted metallic on the tongue. This was the spot. I couldn’t see it but the energy I felt in th
~EiraThe figures descended from the trees with a grace that made my skin crawl. Cloaked in ragged fabric the color of dried blood, faces obscured behind carved wooden masks, they moved like whispers in wind. Silent. Cautious. Deadly.They circled us where we hung, tangled in netting strung between the high boughs like meat in a butcher’s window. Spears glinted in their hands, crude but effective, aimed straight at us.“I don’t like this,” Ryan muttered beside me, his legs twisted awkwardly in the net.“No kidding,” I said, squinting at the masked figure closest to me.Before he could respond, a shrill whistle split the air.A blur of motion—a curved blade, a boomerang of some kind—sliced cleanly through the rope anchoring us to the branches.We dropped like stones.The thud of our bodies hitting the forest floor knocked the air from my lungs. My spine protested, and I groaned as I rolled onto my side, still tangled in netting.The figures closed in, grabbing the edges of the net and