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Echoes in the Bloodline

Author: Tyson Roy
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-03 02:22:51

The world felt brittle after the storm. Moonrise had returned to routine—repairs, patrols, songs by firelight—but a hush lingered. The peace felt stretched thin. Tomas’s absence remained a wound.

Each day, children watched the horizon. Elders listened to the wind. And Aria woke in the night, heart pounding, as if something had whispered her name.

On the second evening, as dusk painted the snow lavender, Aria slipped away to the archive temple. The temple was older than Moonrise itself—a round hall carved into the roots of the great tree, its walls lined with memory. Scrolls, stories, and secrets lived there, watched over by the Archive Keeper, an old wolf with smoke-grey eyes and a voice soft as moss.

She found him in the candlelit center, sorting parchment with quiet focus. He looked up, offering a knowing smile.

“Looking for a legend,” he asked, “or a truth?”

“Both,” Aria answered. She sat across from him, the weight of sleepless nights pressing down on her. “I need to know who I am
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    The sun rose softly over the Garden of Moonroots, spilling golden light across dew-kissed leaves and stone pathways. It was the kind of morning that felt borrowed from a gentler time—one not burdened by prophecy or bloodlines or the quiet rumble of ancient threats. Here, nestled in the curves of the land where night-blooming herbs met hollowed yew roots, peace felt possible again.Even if only for a breath.Aria walked slowly through the garden, her fingers grazing the tall stems of starlilies as they nodded in the breeze. Beside her, Xander moved with quiet grace, his presence steady, protective. Ahead of them, their daughter ran barefoot through the grass, chasing a butterfly between patches of moonroot and silverleaf.The council’s decision still echoed in Aria’s bones—a decision heavy with permission and fear. The prophecy would be honoured. The choice would be left to their child. No chains, no coercion.And yet, here in the garden where Aria herself had once knelt beneath her mo

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  • Moonlit Secrets   The Voice of the Forgotten Queen

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