RISE OF THE UNNAMED FLAME
The Whispering Hollow | Outskirts of Flamewatch
The morning was unremarkable.
The dew clung to the moss. The air smelled of pine and petrichor. But something was missing—not visibly, not physically. Just… gone.
Ceres stepped into the grove, her breath caught in the stillness. This was where Nya was last seen—kneeling among the ash trees, fingers pressed to the earth, whispering to something no one else could hear.
Now, only the imprint of her presence remained. Not footprints. Not heat.
Just a feeling i
The Battle of HollowfenPOV: XavierThe air thickened as they reached the edge of Hollowfen. The fog curled low, dragging itself across the ground like wounded breath. Trees stood like broken sentinels, twisted and clawing at the sky. The ground squelched beneath hooves, and the stench of iron, old magic, and death clung to every breath.Xavier pulled his horse to a slow halt and scanned the horizon. “This place smells of old war.”“It is old war,” said Commander Veyna, riding beside him, her voice muffled slightly behind her helm. “They say the first Fla
RISE OF THE UNNAMED FLAMEThe Whispering Hollow | Outskirts of FlamewatchThe morning was unremarkable.The dew clung to the moss. The air smelled of pine and petrichor. But something was missing—not visibly, not physically. Just… gone.Ceres stepped into the grove, her breath caught in the stillness. This was where Nya was last seen—kneeling among the ash trees, fingers pressed to the earth, whispering to something no one else could hear.Now, only the imprint of her presence remained. Not footprints. Not heat.Just a feeling i
THE SKY BURIALThe Fire-Cliff Ridge | Border of Red Court TerritoryThe sky had been silent for hours. Not a bird. Not a wind. Even the clouds had stopped moving, like the heavens held their breath.Lena crouched at the edge of the cliff, her cloak tattered and soot-streaked, her eyes fixed on the obsidian tower in the distance—the last spell forge of the Red Court."Are you sure you want to do this alone?" asked Thorne, his voice gravelly behind her. His armor bore the burns of the last battle, and his left eye was still bloodshot from a spell that had nearly turned his mind inside out.Lena didn't loo
THE BROKEN OATHSThe Flameguard Barracks, Flamewatch CitadelThe clang of steel against stone rang through the lower halls. Not in training—no drills echoed now. The sound was fractured, raw. A table overturned, a helm thrown in fury. Honor was no longer uniform.Captain Emeric slammed his fist against the oak war-map. "You heard what the flames said. You saw the wall. She's not a child anymore. She's a reckoning.""You're speaking treason," Lieutenant Halden snapped. "She's the Queen's blood. We swore oaths, Emeric. You don't get to unmake them because a little fire scared you."Emeric's jaw clenched.
THE MESSAGE FROM THE CHILDThe Temple of the Ember VeilThe embers in the sacred braziers flickered with unease. The once-glowing sigils on the walls now pulsed erratically, as if the stones themselves were holding their breath. Inside the Flameblood sanctum, the air crackled—not just with heat, but with something older, deeper, and far more terrifying.Ceres strolled into the inner sanctum, her hand hovering over her abdomen, where life stirred in time with her heartbeat. Maera trailed behind her, her staff glowing faintly as if it too could sense the unnatural shifts in the ether."It's changing," Maera whispered. "The flame language is no longer reacting to i
The Bone ThroneThe Summit of Shattered SpireThe sky hung low with churning clouds as Arion stood before the Bone Throne, its skeletal arms stretching toward him as if it had been waiting.Saphros came up the incline behind him, breath shallow, robes dragging ash. "So it's true. You actually found it."Arion didn't turn. "It wasn't lost. Just buried under the guilt of men who called themselves kings."Saphros frowned. "That throne was cursed long before you were born.""Was I born?" Arion asked softly.