LOGINARAH
She hit the floor hard, her back squelching into blood and organs. She didn’t know why she hadn’t dodged in time, but instinct had kicked in fast enough to let her grab him by the neck, holding him just inches from her face.
He growled deep and loud, hot breath spilling over her skin, his teeth bared in a snarl. Saliva dripped from his jaws, hitting her cheek. It reeked of blood, bile, and something putrid—making her stomach turn. She whipped her head to th
ARAHEENYadira burst into harsh, unhinged laughter. “You think we’d betray our own? We already made the mistake of siding with you instead of our commander.” She scowled. “We’d rather die than help you blue cunts wipe the rest of us out.”Araheen studied her for a long moment. She had expected this response, yet some quiet part of her had hoped for something different.Seeing there was nothing to gain, she turned and left without another word. Yadira’s curses followed her down the corridor.She moved on to Eitan’s cell.He sat curled in a corner, shivering in the thin gray tunic he’d been given. Without the ability to generate heat, the cold had reduced him to near immobility. His red hair had dulled, stripped of its usual vibrancy. He barely reacted when she entered.Sensing no immediate threat, Araheen drew her sigil needle and pricked her thumb. Pressing the blood to t
ARAHEENNot long after, General Lothair dismissed her. Though she would have preferred to discuss further war strategies, she knew better than to occupy her father’s time longer than necessary.As she stepped back into the High Council chamber, the red hummingbird from the ceiling caught her attention again. Its tiny head tilted, black eyes fixed on her with unnatural stillness.“You’ve got everything you need, you little sneaky spy?” she whispered, realizing at once she sounded like Arah.Without hesitation, she drew her sigil needle and flicked it upward. It sliced through the air like an arrow and pierced the creature clean through the chest.The hummingbird let out a sharp, metallic shriek as it plummeted to the marble floor. It convulsed briefly, wings twitching in broken spasms, before disintegrating into a fine ash that dissolved into the air.She lifted a hand and summoned her needle, pinning
ARAHEENShe stopped at an arm’s length from her father. General Lothair stood at the edge of the balcony, both hands braced on the white railing as he looked down over the citadel. The wind slid past them in cool currents, stirring the banners below.Above, the sky over Shamibar was a clear gray. Though it was daytime, it lacked the natural brightness and warmth of Earthland.Her father spoke without looking at her. “I remember the day you came to me and begged for my guidance so you could claim your revenge,” he said. “You vowed to bury your Fractured self and become an obedient daughter to me.”The memory was a blade she had sharpened on herself for years. Anger, guilt, and the taste of helplessness had driven her then. She had long wanted Commander Haemos dead for what he had done to Siegfrid and Irmeena. And she had wanted Gildeon to suffer—for his role in their capture, and for the lie he had told
ARAHEENShe stood before the High Council, hands at ease behind her back, her gaze fixed on General Lothair seated in the central high chair. She had finished reporting about everything that had happened on Earthland, and though the chamber hummed with the rustle of robes and low voices, her father had not spoken a single word.“You have done excellent work, young Commander,” Lord Erminius declared, satisfaction softening the planes of his weathered face. “My clan is honored that you are espoused to my son, Feviel.”Araheen inclined her head in a measured bow. “Your son was instrumental to this mission’s success, Lord Erminius.” She shifted her gaze just enough to acknowledge Feviel standing a respectful distance behind her. “We wouldn’t have executed our plan so flawlessly without his help… and his protection of me.”Murmurs of assent circled the golden table.&ldq
ARAHEEN“Don’t hurt Gildeon…”She tore out of sleep with a sharp gasp, Arah’s voice still echoing in her skull. In the dream, they had hovered together in a void of pure black, face-to-face, weightless, as if the rest of existence had fallen away. Arah’s plea clung to her like cold mist.She pushed herself upright. Her hand was already reaching to the empty stretch of mattress beside her, fingers brushing rumpled silk sheets as though they should have found a warm body there.And the first face that rose in her mind was not Feviel’s.Araheen shut her eyes and drew a long, steady breath, pulling the wind into herself. Sylphic power poured down her spine and through her veins, clearing some of the heaviness pressing on her chest. She had slept for days while her body recovered and struggled to attune itself again to Shamibar’s cosmic magic-soaked atmosphere.Even now, she did no
GILDEON“My Lord, this was all part of their plan. The sylphs.”“It’s time to wake up now, Commander Araheen.”“Thanks to you, the strongest commander of the salamander army is no longer a threat to us.”“Sleep, Gildeon the Dragon. We are taking you back with us to Shamibar.”Those voices circled the dark like a pack of predators, tearing into whatever was left of his consciousness. They hammered the inside of his skull, one line after another, until the last command ripped through the void and snapped something loose in him.One name burst out of his chest.“Arah!” His eyes flew open.Air tore into his lungs in jagged pulls, as if he’d been drowning for hours and someone had dragged him up just long enough to watch him choke.Every muscle burned. Every joint felt like it had been ground against st







