Damien's POV~The name didn’t let me go.Marrow.It sat heavily in the space behind my eyes, and it clung to every thought. I stood in the silent archive, in the very place where, on the map, it was lit, brighter than the surroundings. My blade was in the holster. My voice was choked. Because what else was there to say?Elara is next to me with her finger tracing a line above the name, reading behind the strokes. Ilsa said nothing. She looked at the baby, still clutching the compass in her hand.“The line changed when she smiled,” Ilsa said quietly. “It’s as if the card was waiting for her emotion.”I watched the child. Her eyes were calm again. They knew no fear. She did not smile anymore. Just that tired, thoughtful, calm that made my skin crawl. Like she had already lived something we didn’t know.“She’s still too little,” Elara whispered. “She’s connected to something, but she can’t explain it to us. We can’t rely on her.”“We won’t,” I said. “But we can keep her safe while she le
POV: Elara's POV~The baby did not cry when I put her in the cradle. She just looked up at me, wide-eyed, and was silent, watching. She did that often. Looking the way someone who had already seen too much looks. I was envious of her silence, her forbearance. My hands still shaking, I now hovered over the edges of the wickiup blanket.Damien was across the room, sitting by the hearth, sharpening his blade. Not because he needed to. But he needed something to do with his hands. He’d not said much at all since we found the stasis-locked Jasmine echo, or since we found the Uncut man down in the vault. His body was here, but something of him had gone wandering. I glanced at him again. There were low eyes and a tight jaw. “You haven’t touched your food.”He didn’t respond at first.“Damien,” I tried again, softer.“I just can’t get that chamber out of my mind,” he finally said. “On what else is it that’s hidden beneath us?” I nodded. “The Academy was built on secrets. Now they continue to
Elara's POV~I didn’t take another breath for three full seconds. The cry was unmistakable. It wasn't an echo..Not a hallucination. It was a real cry. A cry of yet another child. I squeezed Nyra even harder, but did not feel her shake in fear. Her head tilted a little, her silvered eyes focused on the moving wall as if she had been expecting it. As if she knew next.Damien led the way, sword unsheathed, body tensed but silent. And the stone corridor that stretched before us didn’t exist a moment ago. It was a tight, sloping passage, its walls throbbing softly with anciently familiar magic. Jasmine’s magic. Maeryn put a hand on my shoulder. “Stay close to her.”“I am,” I said, already on my way. The shard-walkers remained behind. Still kneeling. Still watching. But when we stepped into the passage, they dropped their heads again. As if they didn’t belong in this part. As if we were heading off into a place even they did not dare to enter.The thicker the air got, the deeper into it we
Damien's POV~The footsteps weren’t fast. But they didn’t stop. They rang down the corridor in harmony, like a pair of people who had come this way through the ruins before. People who had names. Stories. Purpose. These weren’t people. Elara inched closer to me, her hand pressing to the baby’s back. Nyra–even her name sounded strange, as if it had been whispered in a dream and jumbled before she’d opened her eyes.“She doesn’t sound like she is crying,” Elara said in a low voice, her eyes on the dark entryway above. I noticed it, too. The baby gazed up at the ceiling, placid. Eyes wide, silent. As if she knew what was coming. Beside me, Aerik surprised with a cough and half-doubled, causing the wall to support him more than he was using it to support himself. His skin was even worse — it was pale now, and taut as parchment. “Who are they?” I asked, voice low.He shook his head. “Not who. What.”“That’s not helpful,” I snapped. He didn’t react. Just gestured in the direction of the sec
Elara's POV~He says my name as if he had never stopped saying it, even in his sleep. I inhaled so hard I choked on my breath..The man in the crystal chamber blinked lazily, his eyes an unnatural mix of violet and gold. Jasmine’s colors. Her brand shimmered and pulsed weakly on his chest in time to the heartbeat I could feel in the floor through my boots. I couldn’t move at first. Not because I was afraid. But not because a part of me changed. Something ancient..“Do you… Know me?” I whispered in reply.His lips were dry and chapped. “Elara Vale. Chosen of the Bound Flame. Keeper of the First Breath. Jasmine spoke of you… always.” I stepped closer. Damien met me at my ankle but did not try to stop me.“What is this place?” I asked. He peered beyond me to the child in my arms. And for a brief instant, something in him softened. “She’s here,” he whispered.“You know who she is?” Damien asked sharply. The man’s eyes darted toward him. “I know what she carries.”I wrapped the swaddle aroun
Damien's POV~Ilsa had not stirred since she had uttered that name. Veliseth. She merely continued to gaze at the baby, as though the word had arrived not from her lips, but from someplace lower down. “What did you see?” I asked.Her voice was faint. “Not a place. Not first. A person.” I stepped closer. “Who?”“A name that Jasmine cut from her memory. A soul that she lost just to remain hidden.”“Why?” Elara inquired, clutching the child to her chest protectively. Ilsa blinked slowly. “Because it was the key to her becoming what she became. Whoever they were, Jasmine loved them and loved them so that she could forget them. That type of grief is once in a lifetime.”A silence settled over us. One that wasn’t hollow, but thick. Purposeful. I looked at Elara, and we both knew what we had to do. “Where?” I asked. “There." Ilsa indicated the other side of the Academy, to the old barracks that had crumbled in the first quake. “Underneath. In the roots of the mountain. There’s an old vault.