THE LION’S EDGE
Whispers in the Garden
Ceres stands beneath the silver-leaved myrtle tree, the cool night air brushing her hooded shawl as the marble courtyard gleams under the moonlight. The silence is thick, but tension coils like a serpent beneath it. LADY ILVEN appears, stepping with practiced grace, her presence a calm counterpoint. A lone GUARD lingers near the far wall, his shadow long, eyes sharp.
CERES: (softly, voice barely breathing) “He watches me even in the moonlight. They think I don’t notice.”
LADY ILVEN: (joining silently at her side, voice low but firm) “They are wolves in velvet. Tonight, their teeth are bared for the kill.”
TO BE CHOSEN IS TO BE CHANGEDThe Pyre Chamber AwaitsThe Sacred Temple beneath Fresh Meadows Pack. Torches burn along carved stone walls. The Pyre Chamber looms—a blackened iron gate etched with phoenixes and thorns. A crowd gathers in hushed anticipation. Ceres stands in the center, wrapped in ceremonial red silk.Beta Vegas (gruff, standing at the archway):"She doesn't have to go through with this. It's barbaric."Vito (cold, looming behind him):"Every heir has passed through the Pyre. You passed it. So did I. Let's see if our daughter's blood burns clean—or
BURN THE SCRIPT, NOT THE TRUTHFire in the ArchivesForgotten Archive beneath the Old Library, outskirts of High Fang territoryThe old stone stairwell creaked with every step Xavier took, as if the very foundation of the Archive groaned in protest. Dust hung in the air, thick as memory, while cobwebs clung to vaulted ceilings like the threads of forgotten sins.Xavier: (glancing around, holding up a torch)"This place wasn't meant to be found again."Lafay: (stepping carefully behind him)"Which makes me wonder
THE QUEEN’S FINAL DEALA Door No Daughter Should OpenThe Queen’s private chambers, high tower, Fresh Meadows CitadelCeres stormed down the golden-lit hallway, her footsteps echoing off marble with every fury-fueled step. The guards flanking the Queen’s tower bowed in recognition, but she didn’t slow. Her breath was sharp, fists clenched.“Let me through,” she barked.“Princess, Her Majesty gave strict orders not to be disturbed—”Ceres’s eyes flashed silver. “I’m not asking.”She flung the double doors open.The queen sat by the window, sipping rose tea like a ghost carved from marble. Her lavender robes flowed like mist, her crown abandoned on the side table. She didn’t look surprised to see her daughter, only... resigned.“I was wondering when you’d come,” she said softly.“You lied to me.” Ceres’s voice trembled. “About everything. About Cairos. About Xavier. How long were you going to keep this secret?”The queen’s teacup paused mid-air. “Sit down.”“I’m not sitting.”“I said, s
THE FLAME THAT WAS FORGOTTENThe Scroll Whispers Truth"Light it, Xavier. Only fire reveals fire," Elder Moses instructed softly, eyes narrowed as he passed the ancient scroll across the stone table. The cavern pulsed faintly with unseen power as if the mountain held its breath.Xavier hesitated, his fingers trembling slightly as he reached for the flint. The air was dry, metallic, and laced with something older than dust. "You said this was locked away since before the founding of Fresh Meadows. Why now?""Because the blood has returned," Moses murmured, eyes flicking to the thin red scar glowing along Xavier's palm. "Because she stirs. And because you've begun to remember."Xavier struck the flint. Sparks danced. The corner of the scroll caught, flames curling slowly across it—but instead of ash, it left glowing script behind, as though fire birthed truth.He read aloud, his voice barely above a whisper:"To the bearer of both curse and cause, heir to the flame that walks forgotten,
THE MIRROR IS A GATEThe Luna’s WarningFresh Meadows Royal Wing—Luna’s ChambersBlythe (in a hushed voice, gripping Ceres’s wrist):“Whatever that prince gave you… keep it close, but don’t let it bite too deep. And Ceres… the mirror in your chamber. It doesn’t just reflect. It remembers.”Ceres (narrowing her eyes):“What are you talking about? You warned me about Prince Aldren; now it’s the furniture too?”Blythe (urgently):“Listen to me. That mirror was your grandmother’s. It was brought from the old capital before it fell. It’s not what it seems. When I was your age, I saw shadows in it—ones that didn’t belong to me. I thought I imagined them. I was wrong.”Ceres (skeptical but uneasy):“You’re saying it’s… what? Haunted?”Blythe (shaking her head):“No. It’s hiding something. And I think it’s time you see it for yourself.”Ceres (pulling back slightly):“If this is another test of loyalty—”Blythe (sternly):“It’s not a test. It’s a key. You’ll know what I mean when you’re stand
TEETH BEHIND SMILESThe Arrival at the BanquetThe Grand Hall, lit with a thousand enchanted sconces, shimmered in amber light. Ceres entered, flanked by her handmaid Lana, her gown of midnight silk dragging shadows behind her like smoke.Lana: (whispering as they approached the grand table) “Every eye is on you tonight, Princess. Smile, but only enough to keep them curious.”Ceres: (murmuring) “Curious is safer than envious.”The courtiers around them bowed, murmuring greetings laced with suspicion and honeyed venom. Ceres’s gaze swept over them, lingering on the southerners—elegant, darker-clad, with the quiet menace of sun-bred vipers.At the high table, Prince Aldren rose, silver-eyed and sinfully poised. He raised a goblet in Ceres’s honor.Prince Aldren: “To the daughter of Fresh Meadows. May your reign outlast legends... and your secrets remain forever your own.”A murmur rippled through the room like distant thunder.Ceres: (coolly) “I drink to sincerity, Prince. It's such a r