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CHAPTER 80

Author: ANNA COLLINS
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-16 20:37:55

They called it the Ceremony of Threads.

Not because it was woven with ritual, or bound by law, but because it felt like stitching the future with hands that had never held a needle.

For the first time, the flame was not passed.

It was invited.

No thrones.

No chosen ones.

Only a question whispered into the wind:

“What would you carry,

if it meant becoming someone new?”

1. The Threadwalkers

Those touched by the threads became known as Threadwalkers.

Not Gatewalkers. Not Flamebearers.

They were something else.

A girl who once stuttered every time she read aloud now spoke Spiral poems in front of crowds.

A boy who had lost his sight as a child now painted what he saw in his dreams images of Spiral paths the rest of us had never known.

And one elder, nearly 90, held a single thread in her palm and said only,

“I thought I was done changing. I was wrong.”

The Ninth Flame had become permission.

And permission changed everything.

2. A Letter from the Forgotten Isles

One afternoon, a crow arriv
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