LOGINCHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHTAlara walked through the healing house, her steps heavy with exhaustion. The building had been expanded since the war, new wings added to accommodate the growing need. But the need never seemed to diminish. There were always more patients, more wounds, more grief.She paused at the door of a small room, looking in at the woman inside. The woman was young, barely past her twentieth year, her face pale and drawn. She had been found in the ruins of a village, the only survivor of a raid. The physical wounds had healed, but the ones inside were still raw, still bleeding." How are you feeling today?" Alara asked, entering the room.The woman looked up, her eyes hollow. "I don't feel anything. That's the problem."Alara sat beside her, taking her hand. "That's normal. After what you've been through, it's normal to feel numb. But it won't last forever. You'll feel again, when you're ready.""Will I?" The woman's voi
CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVENMira didn't remember the journey back to the valley. She didn't remember the fighting, the chaos, the desperate attempt to save what remained. She only remembered Tomas's face, pale and still, the life gone from his eyes. She only remembered the sound of her own screams, raw and broken, tearing through the smoke-filled air.Now she sat in the ruins of their camp, her hands covered in ash and blood. The fires had been extinguished, the wounded tended, the dead counted. So many dead. Friends, neighbors, soldiers who had fought beside her. And Tomas. Always Tomas.Her children gathered around her, their faces streaked with tears and soot. Alara knelt beside her mother, her healer's hands reaching out to offer comfort. Mira pushed them away, unable to bear the touch."Mother, please," Alara whispered. "Let us help you.""There's nothing anyone can do." Mira's voice was hollow, empty. "He's gone. He's gone, and I couldn't s
CHAPTER SIXTY-SIXThe city walls rose before them, dark and imposing against the pre-dawn sky. Mira studied them from the shadows of a nearby grove, her eyes tracing every guard post, every patrol route, every potential weakness. The capital had changed since Malak's occupation. The gates were reinforced, the walls higher, the defenses more numerous. But she had spent her childhood in this city. She knew its secrets, its hidden passages, its forgotten corners.Zara crouched beside her, her face pale with fear. "There are at least fifty guards on the walls. More inside. We'll never get through unnoticed.""We won't go through." Mira pointed to a section of the wall near the old aqueduct. "There's a drainage tunnel there. It leads into the lower levels of the palace. My mother used it once, during the war with Tom. It's still there."Zara squinted at the wall. "I don't see anything.""Neither will the guards. It's hidden behind that cluster of ivy." Mira turned to her soldiers, her voic
CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVEThe moon was hidden behind thick clouds, the darkness absolute. Mira moved through the mountain pass with her soldiers, their footsteps silent on the rocky ground. They had trained for this, rehearsed every movement, every signal. Now it was time to put that training to the test.Kael led the advance team, his eyes scanning the darkness ahead. He had inherited his grandfather's instincts for combat, the ability to read the land, to sense danger before it struck. Mira trusted him completely, even as her mother's heart ached with fear for his safety.The supply depot appeared in the distance, a cluster of wooden buildings surrounded by a rough palisade. Torches flickered along the walls, casting dancing shadows. Guards patrolled the perimeter, their movements slow and bored. They had grown complacent, confident that no one would dare attack so deep in Malak's territory."They don't know we're coming," Kael whispered, appearing at Mira's side. "We have the element of s
CHAPTER SIXTY-FOURThe valley was everything they had dreamed of and more. Water flowed clear and cold from the mountain springs. Game was plentiful, the forests thick with deer and rabbit. The soil was rich, ready to yield crops with only a little work. It was a sanctuary, a place of peace in a world that had forgotten what peace meant.Mira stood at the edge of the river, watching her people scatter across the valley. They were setting up tents, building fires, tending to the wounded. Children were already playing in the grass, their laughter carrying across the water. For the first time in months, she saw hope on their faces.Tomas came up behind her, his arm sliding around her waist. "It's beautiful here. Like something out of a story.""It is." She leaned into him. "But it feels strange. Like we're hiding while our people suffer.""We're regrouping." He kissed her temple. "We're healing. We're planning. That's not hiding. That's surv
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREEThe climb was relentless. Each step felt like a lifetime, each breath a struggle. The wounded stumbled and fell, only to be lifted by those who still had strength. The children cried, their small legs too tired to carry them further. But they kept moving. They had no choice.Mira walked at the back of the column, her eyes scanning the path behind them. The enemy was out there, somewhere in the darkness below. She could feel their presence, the weight of their pursuit pressing down on her shoulders.Tomas stayed by her side, his hand never leaving hers. His face was pale, his body worn from the relentless pace. But he refused to slow down, refused to let her carry the burden alone."We need to find shelter," he said, his voice hoarse. "The wounded can't go much further. The children are exhausted.""I know." Mira looked up at the mountain peaks, their jagged edges cutting into the star-filled sky. "There has to be somet







