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ASHES OF THE ANCIENT

Author: LUMI VIOLETTE
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-04 15:52:53

The earth was still warm where the Thornmother had fallen.

Rowan knelt among the blackened soil, sifting through the ashes with calloused fingers. Beneath the surface, something pulsed—soft, rhythmic, and wrong.

Kael stood a few paces away, arms crossed, firelight flickering against his bronze skin. “What are we looking for, exactly?”

Rowan didn’t look up. “A ghost.”

Kael’s eyes narrowed. “You think she left a piece of herself?”

Rowan nodded once. “Something older than her. Something she was feeding.”

---

The twins approached in silence.

Theron stopped short, shadows trailing behind his boots like mist. “There’s something under the dirt.”

“I feel it too,” Elira whispered, kneeling beside Rowan. Her fingers glowed as she touched the ground, and the ash responded—lifting in threads, like smoke reversing its fall.

Together, they cleared a circular space about two feet wide.

And there it was.

A stone seal—etched with runes no one recognized. Interlocking spirals. A double crescent. An eye
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