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BEFORE THE HOLLOW CALLS
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THE HEIR AND THE HOLLOW VOW EMBERS THAT REMEMBER
### **Chapter 31– Embers That Remember****\[ Bloodlines and Broken Names]****\[POV – Seraphine]**She hadn’t moved.The flame had long died down, but her legs still trembled as though the fire still whispered.Her father.Not lost in war. Not stolen by time.A Tribunal commander. Loyal. Smiling beside her mother like they were allies — or worse, *in love.*> “Why would she hide this?” she whispered, the question cutting deeper than any blade.> “Why would she tell me he died as a hero?”Riven didn’t answer at first.Because he didn’t know how.Because *he*, too, had known lies like this — stories told to protect, or control.> “Maybe because she knew the truth would burn you faster than any flame.”Seraphine sank to her knees beside the dying vault pool. The chamber felt colder, like her mother’s memory had pulled away.“She warned me never to trust the Tribunal,” she murmured. “But she trusted *him.*”Riven crouched beside her.“She trusted someone who betrayed her. And still… she
THE HEIR AND THE HOLLOW VOW ASHES, SOFT AND SHARP
**Chapter 30 – Ashes, Soft and Sharp****\[ The Things We Don’t Say]****\[POV – Seraphine]**She didn’t remember running.Just the way the vault walls blurred past, her heartbeat louder than the echo of her footsteps, louder than her mother’s voice still trapped in the tome behind her.She only remembered falling — not into battle, but into *him.*Riven had collapsed after the fight. Blood soaked his shoulder. His sword hand trembled. But his eyes — gods, his eyes never left her.Now he lay stretched across the stone floor of a smaller chamber above the heart of the vault, half-propped against the wall, arm wrapped in gauze, shirt torn.Alive.But pale. Silent.She sat beside him in the firelight.Neither spoke for a long while.---He finally broke the silence.> “You should’ve opened the Vault.”“I couldn’t.”Her voice cracked.“Not while you were bleeding alone.”“You were right there. You could’ve—”> “And if I had?” She looked at him. *“If I’d opened that vault, and turned back
THE HEIR AND THE HOLLOW VOW THE VAULT BENEATH THE FLAME
**Chapter 29 – The Vault Beneath the Flame**** The Threshold and the Echo]****\[POV – Seraphine]**They reached it at dusk.The Embervault.Not a palace. Not even a ruin.Just a shattered archway carved into the spine of a cliff, half-swallowed by stone and firebloom vines, as if the land had been trying to bury it for centuries.But Seraphine felt it.The moment her boots touched the blackened threshold, something inside her stirred — not fire, but *memory.*A pull deep in her bones.A voice without sound.Riven approached behind her, blade drawn but lowered.“Are you sure this is it?”“No.” Her voice trembled. “But the fire is.”Reyna and Vael followed in silence, already tracing protective wards along the rock.The arch glowed faintly as Seraphine stepped through.And then—> The world cracked.---**\[The Vision – Her Mother’s Final Will]**She was no longer in the Vault.She was *within it.*Not stone — but memory.Golden light filtered through a high-vaulted chamber lined wit
THE HEIR AND THE HOLLOW VOW THE SPARK CATCHES
*Chapter 28 – The Spark Catches** **\[ After the Fire]** **\[POV – Seraphine]** They didn’t speak until they’d ridden far from the Hollow Seat — far enough for the wind to cut through silence, for the world to feel real again. Seraphine sat slumped in her saddle, one hand resting on the crown in her lap. It was warm. Still humming. Still hers. But inside her chest, something had shifted. Not broken — no. It was something *older* than that. Something she didn’t have a name for yet. Riven finally broke the silence. > “You destroyed an erasure circle,” he said, almost in awe. “No one survives that.” “I didn’t survive it,” she replied, voice low. “I *rewrote* it.” Vael looked over, his face pale beneath his hood. > “You understand what that means, don’t you? That magic was sealed by the High Tribunal. And you burned through it like parchment.” Seraphine glanced down at the sigil the golden-robed man had passed her. It had crumbled to ash in her pocket. > “He helped me,” she sa
THE HEIR AND THE HOLLOW VOW THE FIRE REMEMBERS
**Chapter 27 – **The Hollow Seat Opens]** **\[POV – Seraphine]** The gates did not creak when they opened. They simply *moved* — as if pulled by breath or thought. Stone as old as time, carved with sigils from a language lost to the living. The Hollow Seat revealed itself not as a place of judgment... but of memory. Seraphine stepped forward. Each footfall echoed like thunder down a thousand empty corridors. > “It’s not just a throne room,” Vael whispered behind her. “It’s a *machine.* Built to strip the truth from blood.” The moment her boots crossed the inner ring of runes, the crown on her brow began to pulse. Slow, steady. Like a heartbeat. The air shifted. And the illusions began. --- The walls shimmered. And Seraphine saw herself at eight years old — hair in tangled braids, standing in the garden of her childhood. Her mother knelt before her, eyes soft. > “You will be hated for what you are. > You will be hunted for what you carry. > But don’t l
THE HEIR AND THE HOLLOW VOW TO STAND BEFORE FLAME
Chapter 26 – [ Before the Journey] POV – Seraphine She stood before the war table, candlelight flickering over old maps and broken seals. Seven days. That was all she had. Seven days to cross the haunted pass, enter the Hollow Seat, and face the Tribunal who had once served her mother... and then helped bury her memory. Seraphine looked down at the sigil etched into the wood — the first Hollow King’s mark. It pulsed faintly beneath her palm. “I need everyone who still stands with me,” she said. Riven, at her side, didn’t hesitate. “You have them.” Vael leaned against the far wall, arms crossed. “Some of them.” Seraphine’s gaze snapped to him. “If there’s something I need to know, say it.” He stepped closer, drawing a scroll from beneath his coat — old, brittle, the seal burned away. “The Tribunal does not just rule,” he said. “They bind. Every queen of flame must kneel at the Seat or face the Reaping Clause.” Reyna’s voice was low. “Execution?” “No,” Vael said. “Erasur
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