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CHAPTER115- INHERITANCE OF FIRE.
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THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE CHAPTER124- WHAT WAS NEVER PROMISED
The thread pulsed once beneath her fingertips—then dissolved, not into light, but into a weight that settled deep in her chest. Not heavy, but real. A gravity she had never known when fractured. Around her, the door faded, not closing but simply ceasing to be, as if it had fulfilled its one and only purpose. She stood alone now. And not alone at all.The child was gone. The shadow, too. But their imprints lingered in the marrow of her bones, like warmth after a fire. Elthara turned slowly, expecting to see the Spiral’s ruins behind her. Instead, she saw a plain of ash and memory, stretched out in all directions like the breath between heartbeats. Above, the sky no longer burned. It wept stars—gentle, slow, forming the name that was still being written.With each letter that shimmered into place, the world around her shifted. Mountains crumbled inward as if bowing. Rivers reversed course. Trees bloomed in silence, only to scatter their leaves like prayers. The very fabric of the land r
THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE CHAPTER123- THE KINDNESS THAT BURNED
Her breath hovered between silence and sound, as fragile as the name she had nearly forgotten. The weight of it pressed against her ribs, ancient and unfamiliar, a shape that felt too wide for her throat and too sharp for her soul. Her lips moved—but no syllable came. Instead, the world paused. Time staggered.The figure before her—the shadow of every choice she hadn’t made—reached out and placed a hand over her heart. It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t cold. It simply was. “Say it,” it murmured. “Say me. Say you. Say us.”Elthara’s knees buckled, and her child-self steadied her with impossible strength. “You don’t have to,” the child said softly, eyes bright with uncorrupted memory. “But if you do… you won’t get to forget again.”Around them, the Spiral’s shell cracked wider. The sky frayed at the edges. A second gate began to form—not to the world that came before, but to what might come after. Smoke coiled into sigils across her arms, written in the ink of future pain. She was rewriting her
THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE CHAPTER122- THE NAME THAT CHOSE HER.
The gate did not close. It widened, trembling beneath the weight of the voice that had spoken from beyond it. Elthara’s breath caught as her child-self froze, lips parted mid-sound, silenced not by fear—but by recognition. That voice was not shaped by time or memory. It was forged in what came before both. It did not echo because it had never truly left.Her twin staggered, eyes wild as he turned toward the sound. “No,” he whispered, not in denial—but in dread. “That name was erased. She can’t still remember.” His hands grasped at the air as if to pull the gate shut, but the light refused him. Elthara’s fingers tightened around the child’s. The Spiral writhed. The mirrors began to crack.A figure stepped through—not the shadowed presence of a past self, but someone once lost in the Spiral’s first fire. Cloaked in dusk and sorrow, he moved with the grace of forgotten sacrifice. His face was not young, but unchanged. He bore no weapons. No chains. Only the name she had once given him wh
THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE CHAPTER121- BEFORE THE FIRST FIRE.
The name slipped past her lips—not in words, but in a sound older than breath. It was not a name of identity, but of origin, the syllables forged when the first thought dreamed itself awake. The chamber convulsed. The Spiral screamed—not from injury, but from the unbearable recognition of the truth it had buried. It had once knelt to that name before it crowned itself god.The spears of light meant for self-destruction halted mid-air, vibrating in confusion as if awaiting a new command. Elthara stood between collapse and rebirth, her body radiating not flame, but the choice to ignite or extinguish. Her twin staggered back, his form flickering as if untethered from the timeline itself. His eyes locked with hers, wide with pain. “You’ve gone too far back.”Above them, the gate tore open like a wound through time, revealing a sky not filled with stars—but memory itself, unraveling. Threads of possible pasts drifted like silver veins through an obsidian firmament. The presence that had an
THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE CHAPTER120- THE FIRE THAT WASN'T CHOSEN.
The question did not echo. It sank—low, buried deep into the marrow of the Spiral. “Who gave you that name?” The weight of it wasn’t in the words, but in the stillness that followed. The Spiral, which had consumed gods and memory alike, now paused—not in reverence, but in recoil. Elthara felt its unease settle into her bones like frost before a storm.She stared at the fire in her hands. It no longer danced. It listened. The violet-gold threads curled tightly, hovering just above her palms, as if awaiting instruction from something higher than even the Spiral. Around her, ash stopped falling. The chamber stilled, the gate’s crack held in stasis, and even her twin dared not move. It was as if the Spiral itself didn’t want to breathe too loudly.The Silence After Flame had frozen, not in fear, but in recognition. Her posture wasn’t defensive—it was reverent, unwilling. “That name wasn’t born in fire,” she whispered, stepping back. “It wasn’t even born in choice. That name came before.”
THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE CHAPTER119- THE NAME BEFORE FLAME.
Elthara staggered, her breath caught between worlds. The Spiral’s question echoed deeper than thought, reverberating through the marrow of her identity. Is that still the name you choose? Not a challenge, not even a test—only a truth being weighed.Her knees touched the ash, the ground pulsing like a dying heart beneath her. Around her, time convulsed. The chamber twisted—once a throne room, now a wound. Columns collapsed inward, reformed as memories. Trees from her childhood. The face of her mother when she’d first learned fire. Her twin’s shadow when he’d chosen rage over silence. All of it spun together, pressing inward like hands upon her soul.The woman before her—the Silence After Flame—tilted her head slightly, that gentle mockery still curling her lips. “You think choosing a name is power,” she said. “But it was always a prison. You named yourself fire to survive the void. But fire is still reaction. Still pain. Still fleeing.”Elthara clenched her jaw, but the Spiral writhed.
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