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Discovery of the Seal
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2025-08-10 04:41:22Chapter 25
Discovery of the Seal
POV: ADELINA
The deeper we walked into the tomb beneath what remained of the Ember Shrine, the colder the magic became.
This place wasn’t just dead it was sealed. Shut tight by something ancient. Older than Hollow Moon. Older than the Council. Maybe even older than the Flameborn themselves.
The air was heavy with static and silence. Every breath echoed. Every step felt like trespass.
“Still think this was a good idea?” Caleb whispered, brushing cobwebs off an archway carved with runes neither of us could read.
“No,” I said. “But it feels like a necessary one.”
Asha trailed behind us, sword drawn, eyes alert. She didn’t speak. Her silence was its own kind of trust or warning. I hadn’t decided which yet.
The shrine had once been a place of lunar offerings. That much was clear from the stone rings, the dried moonroot vines hanging from the corners, and the central pit that led down into the underchambers, where Matrons once came to bury their relics.
This wasn’t in any of the Flameborn files we’d found.
It wasn’t mentioned in any Crescent archives.
But my wolf had led us here.
She didn’t explain.
She just pulled, hard and steady, like a compass refusing to be ignored.
We reached a stone door. Smooth. Immaculate. Untouched by dust.
Which made no sense.
“This place hasn’t been opened in at least a century,” Caleb said. “So why does this door look... recent?”
I reached out.
The moment my palm pressed against the surface, I felt it. The heat. The recognition.
A pulse beneath my skin.
Flame.
The door shivered. Then it began to burn.
Gold runes lit up across the surface like wildfire trapped under glass, forming a ring. A sigil appeared in the center: a sleeping wolf inside a crescent moon, wrapped in thorns.
Asha let out a breath. “I’ve seen that symbol.”
Caleb tilted his head. “Where?”
“On the scrolls kept by the Flame Seers. It’s not just a crest. It’s a seal.”
“A seal for what?” I asked.
Asha stepped forward. Her blade hummed. “A vow. A curse. A gate. It depends on who set it.”
The door clicked.
Then opened.
The chamber beyond wasn’t what I expected.
No tomb. No sarcophagus. No relics.
Just a circular stone platform, floating above a shallow pool of glowing blue water. Lunar water. And at the center of the platform, suspended in a cube of hardened light, was a scroll.
Sealed with the same sigil.
It pulsed softly.
Caleb swore. “This isn’t a tomb. It’s a vault.”
Asha circled the edge of the platform. “Someone went to extreme lengths to protect whatever that is. Layered magic. Elemental fusion. I can feel four seals: fire, water, moon, and... blood.”
“So how do we open it?”
Caleb looked at me. “We don’t. You do.”
My stomach twisted.
“Lux,” I whispered, hand over my belly. She stirred, as if hearing her name.
The fire in my blood burned warmer.
I stepped onto the platform.
The moment my foot touched stone, the seals flared—testing, scanning.
I bared my forearm, showing the Flamebrand. The fire seal pulsed and released.
A single drop of sweat rolled down my spine.
I exhaled and pressed my palm to the cube.
The lunar seal shimmered.
Then the water rippled beneath the platform, and the cube flickered.
Two down.
The blood seal was next.
I pulled a blade from my hip, sliced the tip of my finger, and pressed it to the sigil.
Pain. Heat. Silence.
Then a whisper:
"Lineage verified."
The seal unraveled.
The scroll dropped into my hands.
I stumbled back.
Caleb caught me.
Asha had her blade ready.
But nothing attacked. Nothing cursed. Nothing screamed.
Just silence.
And the hum of truth, waiting.
We opened the scroll together.
The parchment was old, but untouched. No dust. No wear.
The words inside were written in Matron script but the glyphs glowed, translating themselves for our eyes.
It was a vow.
A pact made by the last of the Flameborn High Matrons.
"We, the bearers of fire and blood, seal away the truth until the child of convergence is born. Until the flame and moon meet again in flesh. To her we entrust our memory, our legacy, our laws.”
There were pages of ritual codes. Laws that predated the Council. Practices banned for centuries. Birthrights stolen.
And at the very end:
A name.
Adelina Lux Hollowflame.
Caleb stared. “She named you.”
“No,” I said slowly. “They did. Together. Before I was born.”
Asha nodded grimly. “This was prophecy. Not accident.”
My hands shook.
“Lux isn’t just a child,” I said. “She’s the convergence point. The bloodline restart. That’s why the Council is afraid.”
“And why Sylvia is willing to burn everything to stop it,” Caleb added.
The vault began to glow.
Behind us, the chamber walls rumbled.
The shrine was waking.
Asha raised her sword. “We have to move. Now.”
I tucked the scroll into my cloak, heart pounding.
The path ahead was clear now.
No more hiding. No more surviving.
The truth was mine.
And I would burn the old world to make room for it.
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