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The Convergence

작가: Hallie Shoemaker
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-10-01 10:36:42

The world had always whispered of destiny.

Through trees and waves, through stars and moonlight, the echoes of prophecy lingered like smoke across centuries. For generations, the stories had been dismissed as myth—songs too old to matter, warnings too distant to be heeded. But now, as the Veil cracked and the breath of the world grew ragged, those ancient words blazed to life with a clarity that stole breath.

The prophecies spoke of a nexus.

A place where all the threads of existence tangled and knotted, where the elemental forces of earth, sea, and sky met in fragile equilibrium. Some called it the Womb of Creation, others the Loom of the Gods, others still a sanctuary where the first light of the world had touched stone. But to those who bore the weight of the Veil’s unraveling, the name mattered less than the truth: it existed. And they were being drawn toward it.

The Nexus in Lore

Mirra had grown up with whispers of the Grove Eternal—a hidden forest said to lie at the world’s hear
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  • Fractured   The Crown of One

    SeleneThe whisper did not rush her this time.It waited.That alone made Selene uneasy.It slid into her awareness like silk over skin, smooth and intimate, carrying images that were too precise to be accidental. Not chaotic fantasies. Curated ones.She stood alone beneath a sky that belonged to her.Not borrowed moonlight. Not reflected brilliance. The moon itself bent around her presence, silver fire spilling from her hands as if gravity had decided she was its new center. The stars dimmed—not extinguished, just… eclipsed. Their light became unnecessary.She felt no resistance. No negotiation. No sense of needing to account for anyone else’s rhythm or breath.Just will.This is who you could be, the whisper murmured. No calibration. No compromise. No waiting.Selene’s chest tightened painfully, because the vision didn’t feel cruel.It felt quiet.In that imagined solitude, she wasn’t afraid of hurting anyone. She didn’t have to pause before reaching for her power, didn’t have to ch

  • Fractured   The Severing Offer

    MirraMirra had always trusted silence more than speeches. Silence held the truth people couldn’t polish.But the silence in the nexus had changed. It wasn’t the calm quiet of a forest at rest. It felt held—contained—like something was pressing against the edges of their world, waiting for the smallest crack to slip through.Selene’s hand was still in hers. Ronan stood close enough that Mirra could feel the heat of him, not just on her skin but in the air. The triangle they’d formed wasn’t accidental. It was a decision, and Mirra could feel the feeder recoil every time they chose it.That didn’t mean it stopped trying.The whisper returned, patient as rot.You’re the stable one, it told her. You’re the only reason they’re not unraveling. They need you. That makes you responsible. That makes you in charge.It didn’t sound like a villain. It sounded like the voice that had sat in Mirra’s chest for years every time she’d watched the forest suffer and wondered if she’d done enough.For on

  • Fractured   Anchor and Blade

    SeleneThe visions didn’t vanish all at once. They cracked, like glass under pressure, and the pieces kept trying to cling.I could still taste them at the back of my throat—those sweet promises that sounded like relief. Just you. Just your power. No compromise. The serpent knew exactly how to dress temptation in something that looked like peace.My palms stayed pressed to the Worldroot. The bark was warm now, not like fire—like a living thing aware of my touch. The vibration in the ground hadn’t stopped. It was steady, measured, like the heartbeat of something that refused to be rushed.Behind my eyes, the voice returned. Softer. More careful.You’re tired, it murmured. You deserve your own mind again.I felt my jaw clench. My anger rose fast, sharp and clean, because that was the first honest thing it had said. I was tired. I wanted my mind to be mine.But the next part was the lie—the hook it always tried to bury under something true.You can’t have them and have yourself. Choose.

  • Fractured   The Weight of Want

    RonanThe forest narrowed around them the closer they got to the Worldroot’s surface anchor. The air felt thicker, not in a mystical way—more like the kind of pressure you feel before something breaks. Ronan hated how quiet it was. Even the birds seemed to know better than to make noise.He kept Selene’s hand in his. Not because she needed it to walk. Not because he needed it to stand. Because the moment he let go, he could feel the serpent’s attention slide in, looking for space.It wasn’t gone. It was just… patient now.A few minutes passed without the cloying sweetness returning, and Ronan almost believed Mirra had been right—that the Worldroot’s presence made it wary.Then the voice came back, not loud. Familiar.It didn’t sound like a stranger. It sounded like a part of him that had always been there, the part that woke up before dawn, counted threats, mapped exits, calculated how many people could die if he made the wrong call.Protection, it said. Responsibility. That’s what yo

  • Fractured   Crown and Cage

    SeleneThe voice didn’t push. It didn’t shout. It didn’t even sound cruel.It sounded reasonable.“Imagine it, Selene,” it murmured inside her mind, soft and steady, like it had always belonged there. “To wield the moon’s full fury, uncompromised. To command the tides of magic without a second thought, without the whisper of another’s will in yours.”Selene’s fingers curled against the strap of her travel pack until the leather creaked. They were already moving—leaving the nexus behind, following Mirra through the first line of trees toward the Old Forest. Dawn hadn’t fully arrived yet. The sky was still dim enough that the moon lingered, pale and stubborn, refusing to let go.The serpent used that.It showed her what she’d wanted to see for weeks.A version of herself that didn’t need to negotiate every spell.In the illusion, she stood on a ridge of ice-clear stone, the wind cold but clean, her hair loose and lifting like it was weightless. Above her, the night sky was wide and shar

  • Fractured   Temptations of the Self

    SeleneThe vision didn’t come like an attack this time.It came like a wish.One second I was standing in the nexus with Ronan, my fingers still warm from his grip, my power woven with his. The next, the world… widened.The ground dropped away.The sky opened.And I was alone.Not alone the way I used to be—wrapped in the quiet of my own thoughts, anchored by the steady pull of the moon. This was… more. Or less. I couldn’t decide.There was no Veil. No serpent. No Ronan. No Mirra.Just me and the night.The moon hung huge and luminous above, the way it sometimes had in my childhood dreams, so bright it turned the world silver. I felt it like a hand pressed to my sternum, warm and cool at once, a steady, perfect pressure.When I raised my hand, it followed.My magic surged, and there was no grit of earth in it, no deep undertone of water. Just pure, clean silver. It poured through me like light through glass, no resistance, no static. When I thought rise, the tides obeyed in perfect si

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