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CHAPTER 18 — THE FIRST INK

Author: LIL ME X
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Falling felt like becoming.

Ayla tumbled through light that wasn’t light, through shadows that whispered in forgotten tongues. Her heartbeat became thunder, her breath became wind, and somewhere in the roaring dark, a thousand versions of herself screamed and dissolved into mist.

Then—stillness.

Her body hit the ground, but there was no pain. Only the soft, cold kiss of earth. She opened her eyes to find herself lying beneath a silver sky that held no stars, only swirling ink clouds that pulsed like veins.

She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was in the place before worlds.

The First Realm.

The air hummed with creation, each note vibrating through her bones. Every inhale tasted of salt and moonlight, every exhale stirred patterns of glowing script into the air—words that vanished as soon as she saw them.

Ayla rose slowly. Her reflection shimmered faintly in the ink beneath her feet, but it wasn’t quite her—her hair floated weightlessly, her eyes glowed faintly white, and
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  • REBORN UNDER INK AND MOONLIGHT   CHAPTER 18 — THE FIRST INK

    Falling felt like becoming. Ayla tumbled through light that wasn’t light, through shadows that whispered in forgotten tongues. Her heartbeat became thunder, her breath became wind, and somewhere in the roaring dark, a thousand versions of herself screamed and dissolved into mist. Then—stillness. Her body hit the ground, but there was no pain. Only the soft, cold kiss of earth. She opened her eyes to find herself lying beneath a silver sky that held no stars, only swirling ink clouds that pulsed like veins. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was in the place before worlds. The First Realm. The air hummed with creation, each note vibrating through her bones. Every inhale tasted of salt and moonlight, every exhale stirred patterns of glowing script into the air—words that vanished as soon as she saw them. Ayla rose slowly. Her reflection shimmered faintly in the ink beneath her feet, but it wasn’t quite her—her hair floated weightlessly, her eyes glowed faintly white, and

  • REBORN UNDER INK AND MOONLIGHT   CHAPTER 17 — THE MEMORY OF FIRE AND FLESH

    Ayla awoke to silence. Not the silence of sleep or death—but the heavy kind that presses against the bones, the kind that feels alive. She lay suspended in darkness that rippled like ink beneath glass. Every breath sent tiny waves through the void around her. Her skin shimmered faintly, runes crawling up her arms in threads of pale silver. She couldn’t tell if she was floating or falling. Then the whispers began. They weren’t voices, not truly—more like fragments of thoughts brushing against her mind. She remembers. She bleeds light. The cycle stirs again. Ayla tried to move, but her limbs felt weightless. “Where am I?” she murmured. The darkness answered with a low, familiar hum—one she had felt once before, when she’d drawn her first rune under the moon’s eye. “You are between the breath and the echo,” said a voice. The ink rippled, and from it rose a woman made entirely of light and smoke. Her face was older than Ayla’s, but the same. Her eyes gleamed like twin moon

  • REBORN UNDER INK AND MOONLIGHT   CHAPTER 16 — THE MIRROR THAT BLEEDS

    The world hung in red silence. The crimson moon poured its light over the ruined chamber, washing every stone, every shadow, every heartbeat in the color of blood and ink. Ayla stood frozen, staring upward as the figure descended — a silhouette wrapped in luminescent shadow. Each flutter of its robes sent ripples of starlight through the air, and when the figure’s feet touched the cracked floor, the ground sighed as if in recognition. It was her. Or rather, it was everything she’d tried not to be — her reflection stripped of warmth, humanity, or doubt. Her hair was a darker black than night, her skin carved with moving runes, her eyes twin mirrors of the crimson moon above. Kian’s hand found Ayla’s shoulder. “Tell me that’s not—” “It’s me,” Ayla breathed. “It’s what the moon made from what I forgot.” The doppelgänger smiled — a cruel, knowing twist of her own lips. “The ink remembers all things, Ayla Cross. Even the things you swore to bury.” The dragon stirred behind

  • REBORN UNDER INK AND MOONLIGHT   CHAPTER 15 — THE AWAKENING OF THE THIRD SEAL

    The ground trembled like a heartbeat beneath Ayla’s knees. From the widening fissure poured a light neither gold nor silver, but something older — a pulse of power that shimmered like liquid moonlight. Kian’s hand found hers, warm and trembling. “We need to move—now!” But Ayla couldn’t look away. The darkness below wasn’t just shadow; it was alive. The creature emerging from it was vast — wings like torn constellations, eyes burning with the color of molten ink. Its scales rippled with light that shifted and breathed, reflecting the broken moon above. “The Third Guardian,” she whispered. “The one bound beneath the Inkveil.” The dragon — if dragon it could still be called — raised its head, the air trembling with its growl. It wasn’t just sound; it was memory. Every breath it took stirred echoes of ancient oaths, of forgotten wars beneath twin moons. Kian drew his blade — what remained of it — and light sparked along its fractured edge. “If it’s a guardian, then what’s it gua

  • REBORN UNDER INK AND MOONLIGHT   CHAPTER 14 — REFLECTIONS OF THE FALLEN MOON

    The air quivered as Ayla’s reflection stepped into the world of flesh and breath. She looked identical — every freckle, every scar mirrored perfectly — yet something in her eyes glowed wrong. Too bright. Too ancient. The Luna reborn. Ayla’s chest tightened as her reflection’s fingers traced the edge of Kian’s broken blade. “Funny,” the Luna said, her voice like a whisper wrapped in silk. “In every life, he still tries to protect you… and still fails.” “Put it down,” Kian said coldly, though his eyes were fixed on the weapon — his weapon — glowing now with veins of silver and ink. The Luna twirled the blade effortlessly. “You forged this once, remember? When you were still bound to her light.” Her gaze flicked to Ayla. “Do you ever tell him what he was before the fall?” Ayla frowned, her pulse racing. “Don’t listen to her, Kian. She’s trying to divide us.” The Luna laughed softly — a sound that made the air itself tremble. “Divide you? Oh, Ayla, I am you. There’s nothing to

  • REBORN UNDER INK AND MOONLIGHT   CHAPTER 13 — THE MOON THAT BLEEDS TWICE

    The wind over the valley of Lumeris carried the scent of iron and rain. Ayla and Kian rode through the night in silence, the twin moons chasing each other across the fractured sky—one pale and serene, the other blushed with crimson. The second moon had begun to bleed. Every few miles, Ayla glanced upward, watching as the light from both orbs rippled across the clouds like liquid silk. Her mark pulsed in rhythm with them, glowing faintly through the fabric of her sleeve. Kian broke the silence first. “You’ve been quiet since we left the ruins.” She gave a dry, humorless laugh. “What’s there to say? I just met a version of myself who wants to either consume me or crown me. And apparently, you might be the one who kills me. That about covers it.” He didn’t smile. “You don’t believe that prophecy.” “I don’t want to,” she admitted softly, “but the mark hasn’t lied yet.” Kian’s hands tightened on the reins. “Then we’ll make it lie.” They rode on until dawn painted the mounta

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