THE SILENT PATH
Mountain Crossing—The Path That Doesn't Echo
The path narrowed as Xavier climbed higher into the Emberwild's jagged throat. The morning air bit into his skin, and the mist that clung to the pines felt alive—watching.
His horse, a black-coated gelding named Ironstep, snorted uneasily.
"We keep going," Xavier muttered, patting its flank. "I don't care what the trees said."
The trail curled up a stone ridge, barely wide enough for one horse. Boulders jutted out like ribs, and frost crusted the branches above. His breath fogged in front of him, but no echo returned. Not even from the steady clop of
RUMORS IN THE COURTWhispers Among Servants"She doesn't smile anymore. Have you noticed"?"She doesn't even blink when you bow. I swear, it's like she's… somewhere else.""Cursed, more like. Since Ferra's throat got tied in silk, everything's gone cold."The laundry hall crackled with soap bubbles, steam, and low voices. Three maids stood over the rinsing basin, sleeves wet and breath fogging the air. A kettle whistled faintly from the hearth."They say she talks to herself now. Just sit in that music room, whispering, Like ghosts are answerin'g."
THE WOLF IN THE SNOWThe Ambush"Three more miles," Xavier muttered, tugging his cloak tighter around his shoulders. Snow lashed his face like the forest wanted him gone.His horse had fallen two hours ago, a cross-bolt embedded in its flank. He was alone, limping through frozen underbrush, the wind a constant hiss in his ears.His breath fogged in the air. Every step forward was an effort. Muscles aching. Vision swimming.She told me not to go. They told me to stay. Why didn't I listen?A whistle. Sharp. Metallic.
BLYTHE'S BREAKING POINTAfter the Council Meeting"That was not a council," Blythe snapped, sweeping past the long ceremonial banners that lined the corridor. "That was an ambush."Helena trailed after her, quickening her steps to keep up. "They've been waiting for an opportunity, Blythe. You gave them one.""By breathing?" Blythe barked a dry laugh. "Or by not dragging Xavier into the room on a leash?""They want answers. The rumours"—"Let them starve on their rumors. I owe them nothing but the truth I choose to give."
THE MARK OF BETRAYALThe Anonymous ScrollThe morning sun hadn't yet touched the eastern towers when Beta Vegas entered his chamber. The air was cold, crisp with the kind of silence that made instincts sharpen. He wasn't scheduled for a war briefing until midday, but something pulled him from sleep — something older than habit.There, on his desk, sat a scroll.No seal. No ribbon. Just rolled parchment lying at a slight angle, as if it had been placed by someone who didn't want to linger.He scanned the room, hand resting on the hilt of his dagger. Nothing moved.
CERES’S GAME BEGINSA Question Left UnansweredThe sitting room smelled of roses and cinnamon bread. Morning light filtered through stained glass windows, painting the floor in soft hues of crimson and violet. Blythe sat in her favorite carved chair, legs crossed, sipping tea with the calm precision of someone who needed calm more than caffeine.Ceres sat across from her, nibbling on a honeyed biscuit, watching. Not the room. Not the window. Her mother.“You’ve been quieter lately,” Blythe said, not looking up.“Have I?” Ceres asked, lifting her cup.&nb
THE BLOOD MAPArrival at the Forgotten FortThe wind howled between the cliffs like a hungry beast. Xavier's cloak, stiff with frost, whipped behind him as he trudged through the narrow gorge. Snowflakes swirled in the air, catching in his lashes and clinging to his boots. His breath came in clouds, and each step echoed in the dead silence of the mountains.Ironstep, his horse, refused to go any further. The terrain had narrowed into uneven stone ridges lined with skeletal trees. The animal's ears were pinned back, and it snorted restlessly, hooves digging into the snow."Stay here," Xavier murmured, patting the steed's flank. "If I'm not back by nightfall… burn t