Mag-log inNyxar POVSomething was wrong. Nyxar woke instantly. No lingering haze of sleep. No confusion. His eyes opened to a chamber drenched in silver moonlight.The fortress slept around him. Yet his wolf was already awake. Alert, restless and uneasy. A pulse ran through him. Sharp and violent.The bond. Something was happening with Lyra.Lyra!He sat upright immediately. The feeling hit again. Fear. Pure, raw fear. His heart lurched. Not because fear itself was unusual. Because it belonged to her.Lyra wasn’t afraid. Never. She faced monsters, armies, gods and prophecy with the same stubborn determination. She carried impossible burdens without complaint. Fear was not something he associated with her.Yet now it flooded through the bond. Cold, terrible and desperate.Then the scream came. It ripped through the fortress. Nyxar was already moving before it ended. Bare feet struck stone.The door burst open, when he pushed them. Moonlit corridors blurred around him.He heard doors opening, whe
Vaeleth POV“Run.”The command hit her like thunder. The water exploded upward. The silver sky shattered. Something moved beyond the cracks in reality. Something vast. And not friendly.Vaeleth caught a glimpse of claws larger than mountains. Molten fire bled through the darkness beyond the dream. An eye opened somewhere outside existence itself - watching.She was horrified. Truly horrified. And then the stranger moved. Instantly. Placing himself between her and the thing trying to force its way through.The gesture was so natural neither of them seemed to understand it at first. As if his body had chosen before his mind could. As if protecting her was an instinct. Not a decision.The realization struck them both. His head turned slightly. Golden eyes finding hers again. His calm mask cracked. Vaeleth saw surprise in his eyes. The same surprise she felt. Something impossible had just happened.The thing beyond the shattered sky roared again. Reality shook. The stranger barely seemed
Vaeleth POVSleep should have come easily. For the first time in weeks, she wasn’t sleeping on frozen ground.For the first time in her life, there were walls around her. Real walls. No storms. No crumbling wards. No volcano threatening to split the mountain apart. No whispers rising from beneath the earth.She should have slept. Instead, she lay awake staring at the carved ceiling above her bed. The chamber was beautiful.Golden lanterns glowed softly in crystal alcoves. Ancient runes drifted across the stone like liquid silver. Through the tall arched windows, moonlight poured across the floor.Everything felt wrong. Not dangerous. Just unfamiliar. Yet safe. The realization made her uncomfortable. Safe was something she’d never learned how to be.Eventually exhaustion won. Her eyes closed. And the moment they did the world vanished.Vaeleth stood barefoot in shallow, silver water. It stretched endlessly in every direction. A perfect mirror reflecting a sky full of unfamiliar stars.
Ekreth POVThe fortress was quieter at night. Ancient dragons breathed beneath these mountains. Rivers of fire moved through the stone below. Magic older than all kingdoms hummed inside every wall.But compared to the chaos of the last weeks, it felt almost peaceful. Almost.Ekreth stood alone on one of the highest balconies, staring across the endless sea of peaks.Moonlight silvered the mountains. Far below, the fortress glowed with warm amber light. For the first time in centuries, he wasn’t underground. Wasn’t imprisoned. Wasn’t alone. And somehow the feeling was stranger than captivity.A familiar voice drifted from behind him.“You always did choose the highest balcony.”Ekreth smiled before he even turned. “Because you always chose the lowest.”Maeraxa stepped from the shadows carrying two crystal goblets and an old bottle.“Someone had to remain sensible.”He laughed. Actually laughed. The sound startled both of them. Gods. How long had it been? Five hundred years? Six? More?
“He’s awake.”Three simple words.Yet Lyra felt them settle into the room like a death sentence.Vaeleth stood frozen beside the table. Her silver eyes had gone distant again. Listening. As if some invisible thread had suddenly pulled taut.Ekreth was already beside her. Lyra hadn’t even seen him move. One moment he had been across the table. The next he was at his daughter’s side.The sight struck something unexpected inside her. She remembered the dragon she had first met beneath the castle. Ancient. Dangerous. Unreachable. And now? Now she saw a father. A man trying desperately to make up for centuries he could never reclaim.“Vaeleth.” Ekreth’s voice was quiet. Careful. “What do you mean?”The girl blinked slowly. Then focused on him again.“I don’t know.” Frustration flashed across her face. “He was sleeping.” The room remained deathly still. “Now he isn’t.”Maeraxa exchanged a glance with several dragons positioned along the hall’s edge. None of them looked reassured. That worri
Ekreth POVThe silence that followed Maeraxa’s words seemed to stretch forever. The old world was already ending. He feard that from a long time. And now it was hapenning. Around the great table, dragons and wolves alike stared at the ancient map spread before them.Ekreth watched the realization settle over the room. Some resisted it. Some feared it. Some already understood. Lyra was among the last group. He could see it in her eyes. She wasn’t focused on what was being lost. She was already calculating what could still be saved.That was why people followed her. Not because she promised impossible victories. Because she kept walking when everyone else stopped.Nyxar was studying the seals. Vaeleth was studying Maeraxa. And Maeraxa... His sister was studying all of them.Measuring. Judging. Searching for weaknesses. Exactly as she always had. Some things never changed.Finally Lyra broke the silence.“If the prophecy isn’t about preventing their return...” Her voice echoed through t
The night of the celestial alignment arrived with an air of solemnity and wonder that seeped into every corner of the castle. The grand hall had been transformed into a sanctuary of glowing lights and celestial imagery. Silver and deep blue drapes cascaded from the high ceilings, mimicking the night
The grand hall of the castle buzzed with anticipation as Lyra prepared for her first official gathering as a royal. The event, arranged by the King himself, was intended to further solidify her presence as a Princess and future Queen. It was a chance to meet the kingdom’s subjects, listen to their c
The first light of dawn spilled into the castle, illuminating the intricate carvings on the walls and the gilded edges of the furniture in their chamber. Lyra woke slowly, her body still relaxed from the night before. Kane’s arm was draped possessively around her waist, his warmth enveloping her lik
The morning dawned bright and crisp, with a clear sky that promised good weather for the days ahead. Lyra awoke to the sound of bustling activity outside her window - servants preparing for the festival, guards making their rounds, and the steady hum of life in the castle.She stretched lazily, her w







