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Chapter 58: The Aureum Trial: Not All Will Survive
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THE AUREUM TRIAL: BLOOD OATH Chapter 59: The Moment the Water Turned Gold
The sound that followed was not thunder.And yet it rolled through the ballroom like a stormfront gathering at the edge of something sacred—hollow and sharp and utterly final. A breath had not yet finished crossing the lips of a hundred wide-eyed students when the gilded double doors at the far end of the ballroom groaned open, slower than seemed necessary, revealing nothing but shadow for a heartbeat too long.Then he stepped through it.Atlas Blackwood.He did not hurry. He did not smile. He did not pause.He walked with the kind of silence that made noise irrelevant, like the entire room had forgotten its song simply to watch him cross a threshold. He was dressed in deep maroon—not red, not burgundy, but a blood-rich shade so dark it swallowed light and returned only consequence. The suit was tailored so perfectly it looked as though it had been sewn onto him by a seamstress who had never touched anything but royalty. The fabric clung to him like allegiance, marked by subtle embroi
THE AUREUM TRIAL: BLOOD OATH Chapter 58: The Aureum Trial: Not All Will Survive
The ballroom held its breath.Or maybe I did.The room was still alive with shimmering movement—skirts catching the light like falling stars, voices laced with silken bravado—but everything around me dimmed, just a little, as I turned back to Callum. The music below had shifted to something quieter, a string ensemble tuning into a haunting prelude. My hand rested on the carved railing, steady in appearance, but my pulse thudded beneath my skin, uneven.“The Aureum Trial,” I repeated, barely more than a whisper. “What… is it?”Callum’s jaw tightened. Not with annoyance—but with caution, as if he wasn’t sure how much to say. Then he exhaled, folding his hands neatly in front of him, gaze fixed on the marble below.“It’s… not something they advertise in the pamphlets,” he began softly, voice low and even. “But everyone in Ashwood’s upper circles knows. It’s tradition. Old. Sacred. Brutal.”I turned slightly to face him, my dress whispering against the stone underfoot. “Sacred and brutal
THE AUREUM TRIAL: BLOOD OATH Chapter 57: The Girl Who Walked Like Smoke
The girl arrived not like a guest, but like a finale.It was the hush that came first—not immediate, but gradual. Like the ballroom itself was a living thing, and it had caught wind of something worth pausing for. The music didn’t stop, but it softened. Conversations dimmed. Heads turned as if compelled by some spell woven into the air itself. And then the crowd parted—not brusquely, not with panic, but with precision. Like a tide pulling back from a shoreline it had once dared to claim.That was when I saw her.She descended the staircase alone but with such deliberateness that it felt orchestrated—every step measured like a note in a performance only she had the score to. Her gown trailed behind her like an echo, black velvet with a deep violet undertone that shimmered with every curve of the light, the hem embroidered in a delicate pattern of gold filigree that looked like constellations collapsing inward. No enchantment animated her dress, and it didn’t need one. It moved because
THE AUREUM TRIAL: BLOOD OATH Chapter 56: The Gallery Before the Fall
The halls of Ashwood had changed.No—transformed.The moment Ingrid and I stepped past the arched threshold of our dormitory wing, it was as though we’d entered a different version of the school entirely. The air felt thicker, dusted with something not quite scent and not quite spell, like powdered silver mixed with candle smoke and the hush of old magic woken from sleep. Every torch flickered more brightly than it had yesterday. Every shadow seemed to move with deliberate grace, as if even the darkness had dressed for the occasion.Ingrid let out a long, breathy whistle. “Would you look at this place?”“It's like walking through a dream,” I murmured, my voice almost lost in the hum of distant music and laughter. “Or a trap disguised as one.”“You’re being dramatic,” she said, but her grin curled at the edges, betraying her delight. “A beautiful, cautious little drama queen.”The corridor stretched out before us, aglow with floating orbs of starlight that hovered near the ceiling like
THE AUREUM TRIAL: BLOOD OATH Chapter 55: She Wore the Lie Like Tulle
It was the day of the Moonlit Ball.The sun had not yet disappeared, but its golden light had already begun to thin, casting long, fragile shadows across the dormitory walls. The air outside my window felt unusually still, like the world was holding its breath for something — some ancient ritual reborn beneath silk and silver. Inside, the air carried the scent of jasmine water, pressed rose petals, and the faintest hint of starch clinging to formal wear. A strange calm sat heavy on my shoulders, though it trembled slightly around the edges — like a ripple caught beneath a sheet of glass.I stood before the mirror, still as the moon itself, and stared. And I was staring at a stranger in the mirror.Not a complete stranger—not someone unrecognizable—but a version of myself I’d never seen before. A version that had been hidden somewhere deep beneath woolen sweaters and crumpled parchment, beneath bruised pride and soft-spoken apologies. She stared back at me now through the silvery haze
THE AUREUM TRIAL: BLOOD OATH Chapter 54: The Final Rehearsal Before the Reckoning
The next thing I knew, I was standing in the middle of the ballroom—though to call it simply a ballroom today felt somehow inadequate.It was as if space itself had become a living, breathing thing. Alive with noise, movement, magic. A place trembling at the edge of transformation. What had once been a vast and polished room of old-world luxury had now turned into a tempest of color, motion, and murmuring enchantment—a grand heart beating erratically in the final hours before it was meant to dazzle.I didn’t remember entering. One moment I had been following Callum through the Academy halls, half-dazed and entirely unwilling, and the next I had been swallowed whole by this.By this.The ballroom unfurled in every direction—cathedral-tall ceilings framed by gilded arches, walls glowing soft amber beneath the touch of freshly-cast light runes. Stained-glass windows stretched from floor to ceiling, their colors caught in the golden hour sun, throwing fractured reds and violets across the
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