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Chapter 27: What Lies Beneath
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Echoes of Moonfire Chapter 128: The Echo That Should Not Be
~Omniscient POV The trees howled as if they too were afraid. Moonlight spilled like silver blood across the underbrush. The world was dim, painted in violent shadows. Aeron gripped the hilt of his blade tighter, his breathing ragged, sweat streaking down his temple. His armor was torn, chest heaving as he took another staggering step backward. The werewolf stalked him, impossibly tall, hunched like it carried the weight of a thousand curses. Saliva dripped from its blackened fangs, and its eyes—gods, those eyes—gleamed a ghostly blue. Eyes he recognized but could not place. He pivoted, blade arcing, slicing air, missing. The beast lunged. Pain exploded across his side. His ribs cracked—he was sure of it. The ground rushed up to greet him, and when he landed, he tasted dirt and copper. He rolled, coughing, blade skidding from his fingers. The werewolf growled, low and guttural, a sound made for ending things. It bared down on him, claw raised, poised to strike— Aeron bl
Echoes of Moonfire Chapter 127: The Shape of a Throne
~Clone Aeron The morning sun slanted through the high windows, carving gold into the marble floor. I awoke before the servants could announce the hour. A habit, maybe, or a necessity. Hard to say which. The sheets were silk, yet they itched. Always did. They clung too tightly, like the expectations everyone kept wrapping around my skin. I sat up. The bedchamber was expansive, polished obsidian floors veined with silver, its walls etched with lunar runes I couldn’t quite decipher. Whoever had designed it clearly thought power was something to be seen before it was felt. A fortress of aesthetics. Empty beauty. I rose, drew the heavy curtains back myself, and stared over the courtyard. The village beyond the castle gates was already stirring. Smoke lifted in elegant spirals from crooked chimneys, market carts rolled into the square, and children chased dogs through mud. Obsidian’s spine was strong, but there were fractures beneath the surface. Hunger. Fear. Dissent. I could feel i
Echoes of Moonfire Chapter 126: Whispered Roots
~Ivy The door creaked open, and I nearly stumbled backward when I saw who stepped in. “Ivy?” He blinked. “What are you doing here?” He looked just as stunned as I felt. My jaw slackened slightly before I found my voice. “I could ask you the same thing.” There was a moment of stunned silence before a voice echoed from the hallway. “Both of you. Out. Now.” The masked figure who had first found me stood at the door, arms folded under the sleeves of his long, black robe. Others waited behind him, their skeleton masks gleaming under the torchlight. Kyle and I exchanged a glance, something unspoken passing between us, then followed them out into the wide, stone corridor. We were led down a twisting path until we entered what looked like a gathering hall carved from stone and roots. The walls pulsed faintly, as if the place itself breathed. At the center, a wide platform jutted out, circled by robed figures. The one in the middle raised his hands. His voice was firm but eerily calm. “
Echoes of Moonfire Chapter 125: Stillness in the Glass Omniscient POV
~Omniscient The throne room had never been quiet. Even in its emptiest moments, Obsidian’s palace had always pulsed with something—distant footfalls, murmured prayers from the clerics below, the rhythmic crackle of flame from the wall sconces. It was a room built for presence. A place where silence had weight, and every decision made echoed in a thousand unseen directions. But now, seated on the high throne with his hands draped neatly over the arms, Aeron felt perfectly at ease. He did not fidget. He did not blink more than necessary. His back was straight, not too stiff, not too casual. He let the silver sash rest in a loose knot at his side—untied just enough to suggest humility, but cleanly draped to reaffirm command. A delicate balance. The throne room’s doors opened on cue. Naela entered with Elden at her side, scrolls in hand, expressions taut with concern disguised as routine. They’d spent the past hour reviewing the ceremony’s disruption. Nothing serious had been report
Echoes of Moonfire Chapter 124: The Silence Between Masks
~Omniscient POV The first thing Aeron noticed was the cold. Not the soft, bracing chill of dawn on stone floors. No, this was deeper. Sterile. Humid. It clung to his skin like mildew, curling under his collar, seeping into his lungs. His eyelids fluttered open to darkness—one dim orb of light hanging from a rusted chain above. The cell smelled of old iron, like blood that had dried and never been cleaned. Mold grew between the cracks in the stone walls, and water dripped somewhere behind him, slow and steady like a ticking clock. He was chained. Not at the wrists—his hands were free—but a thick manacle hugged his ankle, its chain locked into a sunken ring bolted into the floor. Just long enough to pace, but not enough to reach the narrow steel door. And then there was her. The woman who had used the spell on him that made him pass out. She stepped from the shadows with the soundless grace of someone who had never been prey. Still masked, still clad in that same ink-dark veil an
Echoes of Moonfire Chapter 123: Beneath the Bones
~Ivy The night was quiet. Too quiet. That kind of stillness that felt like it was waiting to snap. I stood by the window, arms folded, watching the moon carve a silver line across the trees. Kyle was absent from school throughout today. That was very unlike him. I told myself he was probably chasing some squirrel or sulking somewhere dramatic, but that gut-deep knot said otherwise. A breeze blew a piece of paper into my room through my window. The writing on the paper read: “look outside” In that same moment, I noticed movement outside my window. I narrowed my eyes. Just at the edge of the trees, someone stood, cloaked in darkness. Not moving. Not even swaying with the breeze. Just… watching. A rational person would’ve shut the window and gone to bed. I wasn’t feeling particularly rational tonight. I stepped outside, quietly, my feet brushing the dewy grass. The moment I reached the edge of the tree line, the figure turned, slowly, deliberately. He was wearing a long robe,
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