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The Unseen

Author: Hallie Shoemaker
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-30 09:37:10

The connections began as faint echoes, fragile as spider silk stretched across impossible distances. A shiver of cold where no frost lay. The phantom taste of brine where no ocean touched. A rush of green sap through veins that had never brushed bark.

Each of them—Selene beneath her silver moon, Mirra in her trembling groves, Ronan in his wounded sea—felt it. And each resisted at first. Their worlds were their sanctuaries. Their powers, their burdens alone. Yet the intrusions kept returning, pulsing through the fraying fabric of reality like heartbeats out of rhythm, and with every return, the threads drew tighter.

Selene felt it most acutely when she turned her gaze upward. The moon, her lifelong confidante, now seemed veiled in mist. Where once its song had been clear and singular, now it carried undertones—alien rhythms vibrating faintly in her marrow. One beat deep and slow, like the press of ancient roots into stone. Another steady and tidal, the breath of waves inhaling and exha
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  • Fractured   The Harmony Test

    SeleneThe whisper didn’t stop just because she’d said no.If anything, it got more patient, like it had decided to wear her down instead of breaking her outright.Think of what you could achieve alone.The words slid through her mind with a confidence that was almost insulting—like it knew her, like it owned the corners of her that were tired and hungry and terrified.Selene kept her fingers wrapped around Ronan’s hand. Not because she needed to be held up, but because the contact was real. Warm skin. Calluses. A steady pulse. Proof she wasn’t trapped inside her own head.The visions tried again anyway.A night sky with no limit. Her lunar power sharp and clean, nothing braided into it. She could feel the difference immediately—like pulling a familiar thread and finding it doesn’t snag on anything. Easy. Pure.And yes… intoxicating.She hated that part of herself for responding to it.Because the whisper wasn’t offering her something she didn’t want. It was offering her something she

  • 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

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