GILDEON
Shock and confusion tore through him like wildfire. Even his dragon spirit stirred uneasily within him. He had already suspected that his real mother wasn’t just an ordinary higher mortal. But to hear the words, Dragon Queen and High Immortal, was almost impossible to grasp.
“Don’t know much about High Immortals, myself,” Roselia remarked, “only that Yonah’s one, far as I know.”
“We don’t know much about them either.” Gildeon stared into what was left of his tea. “All we know is the Shining Keeper came down from the higher dimension with her companions—the High Immortals. They helped her shape the world how she wanted.”
Arah chimed in, “So… could it mean your mother was one of those companions?”
“Could be,” he replied simply, his thoughts beginning to spiral inward, tugging him deeper.
But before he could get lost in the weight of that revelation, he forced himself to pull back. He needed to shift the conversation be
GILDEONShock and confusion tore through him like wildfire. Even his dragon spirit stirred uneasily within him. He had already suspected that his real mother wasn’t just an ordinary higher mortal. But to hear the words, Dragon Queen and High Immortal, was almost impossible to grasp.“Don’t know much about High Immortals, myself,” Roselia remarked, “only that Yonah’s one, far as I know.”“We don’t know much about them either.” Gildeon stared into what was left of his tea. “All we know is the Shining Keeper came down from the higher dimension with her companions—the High Immortals. They helped her shape the world how she wanted.”Arah chimed in, “So… could it mean your mother was one of those companions?”“Could be,” he replied simply, his thoughts beginning to spiral inward, tugging him deeper.But before he could get lost in the weight of that revelation, he forced himself to pull back. He needed to shift the conversation be
ARAHAs soon as the dragon vanished along with the Dark Plane gateway, the Dark Fae disappeared too. It only hit her then that the world around her had frozen, just like the first time she’d witnessed him do it. And now everything was moving again as if nothing had happened.Her weary eyes found Gildeon, and the worry on his face made her heart flutter. He rushed to her side, and the wind shield around her faded the moment he reached her.She threw herself into his arms and sobbed against his chest. His embrace tightened around her, as if he were afraid she might disappear. She didn’t mind if she got crushed in his grip. She needed his warmth, his comfort, and his sense of safety.“I’m sorry, Arah,” he whispered into her hair. “I’m sorry for making you leave. I wasn’t myself.”“I know,” she murmured, savoring every time he said sorry to her. He was so different from the Gildeon she’d first met. And while the recent events had throw
GILDEONHe jolted awake in a bed that didn’t feel familiar. The last thing he remembered was the sharp sensation of electricity surging through his body, then everything going dark.A musky blend of incense and herbal smoke filled the air. As his eyes adjusted, he spotted clusters of crystals around the room and slowly began to recognize where he was.One of Roselia’s rooms.He’d come here earlier that morning to check on Roselia and Ghulik—who were both still in hibernation—before he’d lost consciousness. Judging by the fact he’d been moved and was clearly receiving healing treatment, at least Roselia was awake.He swung his legs over the edge of the bed.The door just opened.“Oh, good. You’re awake now, My Lord. Perfect timing.” Roselia stepped in and set a tray on the nearby table. On it sat a bowl of fragrant, steaming soup and a cup of freshly brewed tea.“What happened to me?” he asked.“Same thin
ARAHShe pressed a hand over her mouth, trying to piece it all together. “The Dark Fae,” she asked after a moment, “is he working for you?”Zephyr nodded. “His kind shares my vision, though I don’t trust them entirely. I had to offer them something in return to ensure they followed the demands I set.”“What did you give them?”“An augmented power,” he replied, “enough to stand toe-to-toe with the Light Faes.”Arah thought back to what Gildeon had said about how the Dark Fae had helped them break free from the Light Fae’s grip. Knowing that a sylph had granted them that kind of power was hard to wrap her mind around.“Why do you need the Dark Plane open?” she asked.He fell silent, simply staring at her. For the first time, he seemed to be weighing whether or not to answer her. Then he drew a breath.“The Dark Plane is the only thing capable of containing the entire Shamibar.”She frowned. “What do you me
ARAHShe could hardly believe what she was hearing. He wanted her to be his wife? To lead an army by his side?The thought of him meeting her for the first time when she was just a child—wanting to groom her like that—was hard to digest.“Why me?” she asked.“You were meant to be mine,” he said simply. “The Oracle saw it. I should’ve been the one you married.”Something in that last sentence made her mind race. Did he mean he should’ve been her husband instead of Gildeon? Had Zephyr known what had happened to her at the Mad End’s Wall?Questions rushed to the surface, but she hesitated. She didn’t know this sylph well. Was he even aware she’d lost her memories? What if he used that to take advantage of her?“You have questions,” he said after a moment, as if plucking the thought straight from her mind. “I understand you don’t have full recollection of your past.”Arah gasped softly, startled by how he knew. Then again, maybe she shouldn’t have been. She’d already established that Zeph
ARAHEverything was in darkness. She could still feel her body, but it felt distant. As if the only thing tethering her to it was an invisible thread stretched from the small of her back.She was still under the boy’s control. His power pulsed through her veins like a quiet current. What was he planning to do with her?Suddenly, she was standing in a strange place. It looked like a throne hall of some sort, but not one she recognized. The entire chamber was built from enormous bones—curved structures that could only belong to ancient beasts. They rose from the ground, arched into walls, and crisscrossed overhead to form a roof. They were arranged with no apparent pattern or design, as though the place had grown wild rather than being constructed.Some of the bones were covered in patches of soft, glowing blue moss, clinging to the surface like living paint. The sight alone raised goosebumps on her arms.She kept walking. But the pe