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Secrets Beneath the Snow

Author: VellaRose
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-23 18:50:52

The room remained silent long after the warrior left. No one spoke, no one moved, and the weight of the news settled over the fortress like a storm cloud. The seal was broken, the Hollow Kings were awakening, and somehow everyone seemed convinced it was connected to me. I hated that. I hated how every answer seemed to lead to more questions, I hated how nobody would tell me the whole truth, and most of all I hated how Kael looked at me. Not because he feared me, but because he knew something, s
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  • MINE BEFORE THE BLOOD MOON    The Bond That Lasts

    Winter did not end the day Liora's war ended. The snow stayed. The clouds came back. The forges went cold again.But Moonhold changed how it lived inside winter.The first thing they did was not a feast, though there was food enough for one. The first thing they did was bury the bone crown.Liora did it herself. She took the crown made of bone that she had worn from the City, the one that had fallen in the snow, and she carried it to the old garden behind the sanctuary where Lyra had once planted moonflowers that only bloomed at night. She dug a shallow hole with her bare hands, her cracked marks still healing, and placed it in. Diana helped her cover it. No words were said over it. It was not a relic, it was not cursed. It was just a thing that had been used to try to make fear look like power. They let the snow cover it.The three hundred who had been marked did not leave right away. Some did, the next morning, walking south to find their families with clean foreheads and clear eyes

  • MINE BEFORE THE BLOOD MOON    Unmarking

    Liora stayed on her knees long after the silver light was gone.The bone crown lay in the snow beside her, useless. The twisted marks on her neck and hands that had been moving for weeks were now still, cracked like dried river mud. Her eyes were no longer solid silver. They were white and bloodshot, human, full of tears that would not stop.She did not look like a queen who had marched with three hundred. She looked like a woman who had run too far and gotten lost.Outside the inner gate, her three hundred marked soldiers still stood on the road. They had not moved since she entered. Their own twisted marks glowed faintly, silver-grey, pulsing in a slow, sick rhythm. When Liora had been strong, they had been still because she commanded them to be still. Now that she was broken, they were still because they did not know what else to do. Some swayed. One sat down in the snow and stared at his hands.Inside the courtyard, no one moved either. Kael held his people. Thea held the memory.

  • MINE BEFORE THE BLOOD MOON    The Day The War Came

    The war came at dawn, but not the way Moonhold expected a war to come.There was no battle horn from Moonhold. No war cry. The sky was still grey, low and flat, as if the sun had forgotten how to rise. The snow on the northern road was untouched except for one thing, a wide track, hundreds of feet moving as one.Liora and her three hundred arrived exactly when Varric said they would. The drums stopped at the edge of the valley. The army stopped with them.For a full minute, nothing happened. Liora sat on her horse, staring at Moonhold. The outer gates were open. The outer walls were empty. No archers. No wolves. No guards shouting challenge. Only smoke from the low beacons and the faint silver glow still leaking from the temple roof where Rowan slept.It confused her. She had prepared a speech about conquerors and bloodlines. She had prepared for arrows."What is this?" her captain asked, hand on his twisted mark, his eyes silver and unfocused. "A trap?"Liora's own mark crawled. "No.

  • MINE BEFORE THE BLOOD MOON    Eve of the War

    The eve of the war came with no sunset.The sky never cleared. Low clouds hung over Moonhold like a wet blanket, grey and heavy, pressing down on the roofs and the walls. There was no wind. The beacons that had been lit the night before burned low, their smoke going straight up into the grey, like pillars holding the sky up. It felt like the whole world was holding its breath and waiting for dawn.Rowan's power was still at its peak.For a full day and night he had not touched the ground. He floated in the center of the temple sanctuary, where they had moved him because the nursery walls had started to crack from his light. The circle with two lines, Lyra's mark, the mark Astra had spoken of, spun around him slowly, constantly, as big as a cart wheel, made of pure silver light. Every time it turned, it sent out a warm pulse that made every marked person in Moonhold feel their own mark tingle, like a bell being rung somewhere far away in their chest.Diana had not left his side. She sa

  • MINE BEFORE THE BLOOD MOON    Two Days Before The War

    Two days before the war, Moonhold did not sleep.The forges burned all night. The low forges in the stone yard had been cold for three winters, but now they were white-hot, the bellows never stopping, because the gates had to be reinforced with old iron. The blacksmiths, two old men and their granddaughters, hammered plates that had been in storage since Kael's grandfather was Alpha. They hammered without singing, which was strange, because Moonhold blacksmiths always sang.The wolves patrolled in shifts. Not the lazy circling they did in peace, but tight, silent lines, nose to tail, ears forward, always facing north. Kael's old patrol, the one that had found Varric bleeding in the woods, did not stop at all. Mothers moved children into the inner stone halls, the deep rooms under the sanctuary that had been carved when Moonhold was first built to hide from wild winters, not war. Warriors sharpened blades that had not been drawn in years, some that had rust on them from hanging over fi

  • MINE BEFORE THE BLOOD MOON    The War Liora Wanted

    Liora stood over the war table, Moonhold carved in stone in the center, little black flags around it, Rowan's name written beside it in her own hand. "They will not give him willingly," she said, "so we will take him."Varric was behind her, he hadn't slept. "You're talking about war against your own allies, against Thea, against Kael, for what, for a child?"Liora didn't turn. "He is my son, my blood, Lyra's blood. Moonhold has him because Diana hid him, because Thea awakened him. He belongs with me, he belongs in the City of Unchosen Names where his power can be shaped properly."Varric stepped closer. "Rowan chose to stay, you saw it. He chose Moonhold, he chose Thea, the Seventh chose him right there in that courtyard. If you march on Moonhold you march against everything Lyra gave away, you become the Guardians."Liora finally looked at him, her eyes were silver now, not gold, just silver, cold silver. "You were always weak Varric, you guided when you should have commanded. Lyra

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