ARAHIn the blink of an eye, she was back as her present self. She stood in a dimly lit chamber, the walls and floor etched with countless sigils she didn’t recognize. The only source of light came from an old-style fire basin. Flames flickered upward in a cone, casting shadows around a circular stone platform in the center of the room.There, sitting on her heels in the heart of that platform, was the younger version of herself.Zephyr stood before her.Arah stepped quietly to the side for a clearer view. Young Araheen wore a black cloak, and the matching scarf had slipped loosely around her shoulders. Even though she was only watching a memory, Arah could still feel every sensation, every emotion pulsing through her younger self.Young Araheen was scared, but at the same time, she trusted Zephyr. There were still doubts—unspoken hesitations tangled in her gut—but maybe it was innocence... or blind hope that made her believe she c
Many Years Ago (Part 5)YOUNG ARAHEENShe didn’t know how much time had passed. Her thoughts had been wandering ever since the incident with the male sylph. Beside her, the girl had dozed off, her head resting lightly on Araheen’s lap.She had told Araheen her name: Hedda.Araheen stroked Hedda’s long, blue hair. She felt sorry for her. This girl had been locked away, bound to a servant’s life, never seeing violence or death beyond her household walls. Araheen couldn’t imagine such a life. Fortunate as she was, she had already witnessed much at a young age. At least she was prepared.“Wake her,” the boatman said. “We’ve arrived.”Araheen nudged Hedda gently. She groaned, then stirred awake, sitting up slowly.The boat slowed as the boatman moored the vessel against a weathered wooden wharf. Araheen rubbed her eyes, squinting through the mist.“I don’t see an island,” she murmured. But
Many Years Ago (Part 4)YOUNG ARAHEENShe never truly intended to leave her family forever. At first, she only wanted to escape the fate her father had chosen for her. If she were to be parted from her home, her siblings, and her mother’s tomb, then it would be on her own terms.When enough time had passed, she hoped she could return—and that Father might have changed his mind.A few days had gone by since her meeting with the boatman. He had told her to wait, for he needed time to prepare for the journey. The waters of the far north were said to be perilous, and even a small mistake could mean death.She packed lightly, careful not to rouse suspicion from the servants or guards who might catch her slipping away. Many of them were already used to her vanishing from the castle from time to time, always assuming she would return.But this time, she would not be coming back. Not soon, at least.
Many Years Ago (Part 3)YOUNG ARAHEENThey had taken advantage of the chance while their fathers were away at an important convention with their kin. For Araheen, slipping out had been easy enough. Her father never bothered to assign her a strict retinue of guards—only enough to ensure she didn’t do anything that might embarrass the family.Feviel, however, was another matter. As Lord Erminius’s heir, he was far too precious to be left unwatched. Escaping required elaborate schemes to trick his attendants into believing he was still asleep in his chambers.Even so, they did not have much time. Whatever business had brought them this far from the citadel would have to be done quickly, before the guards realized Feviel was gone.With their white hooded cloaks drawn close, they moved through Twilight Street, where the sun never shone. It was forever dark and cold here, the only light coming from the floating
Many Years Ago (Part 2)YOUNG ARAHEENShe sat up at the foot of her mother’s effigy, her small feet dangling over the edge of the crystal tomb.Feviel eased himself onto the marble seat across from her, his owls shifting comfortably as they perched on both his shoulders. From time to time, they tilted their heads and gave soft, throaty croons, their round, blue-black eyes fixed on her.Araheen then told Feviel everything she had overheard from the assembly room. He showed no reaction the entire time, just like most young sylphs she had spoken with. Yet, out of everyone, she preferred Feviel’s company. He was the only one who ever spoke to her without treating her like an outcast.“Why did you come here, then?” Feviel asked at last, his gaze turning toward her mother’s effigy. “I heard you crying, speaking to her. But she is gone. How can she help you with your problem?”Araheen parted her lips, amaz
Many Years Ago (Part 1)YOUNG ARAHEENShe pressed her eye to the hole in the wall, peeking into the assembly room. Her father was there, seated at the head of the crystal table. Beside him sat his right hand, Raimar. And across from Father was Lord Erminius, the right hand of the Sylph Army’s general.Araheen had seen Lord Erminius several times before. His face always looked friendlier than Father’s, even though his eyes and hair were a darker shade of blue. Perched on his shoulder was a black owl—its sharp talons gripping his cloak. Siegfrid had once told her that the creature could transform into a spear at any moment.Meanwhile, Siegfrid and Irmeena stood by the wall. Araheen pouted, annoyed that she was never allowed to join the assemblies. Sometimes, she wished she could hurry up and grow older, be the same age as her siblings. Then maybe Father would treat her the same as them.“We must discuss the