LOGINPOV: Lyra Ashbourne Cassian had been there through all of it.Every fever, every sleepless night, every appointment that ended with another uncertain answer. Whenever Orion became unwell, Cassian would put aside whatever he was doing and come to us. Sometimes, he would sit beside the bed until morning. Other times, he would carry Orion around the room while I tried to get some rest.He had never made me feel like I was dealing with everything alone.Even when I was difficult to be around, even when my fear turned into anger and I snapped at everyone who came near me, he remained patient.There were nights when I woke up to find him sitting beside Orion’s bed, watching our son sleep.There were mornings when I found him speaking quietly with the healers before I had even left my room.He remembered which medicine Orion disliked and which toys made him laugh. He knew how to calm him when he became restless, and he had somehow learned to recognize the different sounds Orion made whenev
POV: Lyra Ashbourne The past six months had been the worst of my life as a mother. I had always known that having a child would change everything. I had expected sleepless nights, endless crying, dirty clothes, and the constant worry that came with being responsible for another person’s life. I had prepared myself for the difficult days, or at least I thought I had. But nothing had prepared me for watching my son grow weaker without knowing how to help him. Orion was almost a year old now. He had grown so much since the day I first held him in my arms. His cheeks were fuller, his little hands had become more curious, and he had recently started trying to stand without holding onto anything. Sometimes, he would take a few unsteady steps before falling onto his bottom, then look at me as though he expected me to congratulate him. Those moments were the ones I treasured most. Because lately, there had been too few of them. His illness had started gradually. At first, it was not
POV: Lyra Ashbourne I barely slept that night because every time I closed my eyes, Rowan’s words came back to me. The baby was the hidden child, but there was another part of his story that I could not stop thinking about. The woman had asked his teacher to remember a name.My name.Lyra.For years, I had believed my life began with the memories I could actually recall. My mother, my father, Selene, the Ashbourne territory, and the quiet years before everything fell apart. Now I was beginning to understand that things had been happening around me long before I was old enough to notice them, things my family had never told me.By morning, I had made up my mind. I needed to see Rowan again.I found him in the healer’s room, sorting through several old bottles. He looked up as I entered, studying my face for a moment.“You didn’t sleep.”It wasn’t a question.“Neither did you.”A faint smile touched his face before disappearing.“I was expecting you.”I closed the door behind me.“You s
POV: Lyra Ashbourne The mark pulsed again, and this time the entire room seemed to react. The candle beside the window flickered violently, while a faint vibration travelled through the wooden floor beneath my feet. Orion’s hand was still raised toward the wall, his attention fixed on something I could not understand. I moved before I had time to think. I pulled him from the cradle and held him tightly against my chest, and the moment I did, the strange light disappeared. The vibration beneath the floor stopped, leaving the room so quiet that I could hear my own breathing. I looked back at the wall. The mark was still there, but it had returned to the dull, ancient shape I had seen before. Cassian hadn’t moved. His eyes remained fixed on the wall, and the expression on his face made it clear that whatever he had feared before had just become more real. “What was that?” I asked. He finally looked at me. “We need to leave.” “Why?” “Now.” There was something in his voice th
POV: Lyra Ashbourne By the following evening, I knew something had changed. No one had told me anything directly, which was part of what made the atmosphere around the territory so unsettling. People became quieter whenever I entered a room, conversations ended when I walked past, and even the guards seemed more alert than they had been before. I noticed it most when I carried Orion into the main hall and saw two elders speaking near the council chamber. Their voices dropped almost immediately when they noticed me. I kept walking. I had learned by then not to question every strange look or every conversation that stopped when I appeared. Still, this felt different from the secrecy surrounding the old records. Something was happening now, and I had a feeling it had something to do with my son. Orion had been unusually calm throughout the day, sleeping more than usual and spending his waking moments watching things around him that I could not see. Earlier that afternoon, he
POV: Lyra Ashbourne The next morning, I woke with the same thought that had followed me to sleep.The missing pages.Someone had removed them by order of the council, and whoever had given that order had clearly wanted part of the Ashbourne history buried. The more I learned, the more questions I had, and somehow, no matter how far I tried to follow the clues, they always seemed to lead back to Orion.When I went to his cradle, I found him already awake, lying on his back with his legs moving beneath the blanket as he stared at the ceiling. The moment he noticed me, his eyes followed me across the room.“Good morning,” I whispered.I picked him up and held him against my chest, trying to push everything I had learned out of my mind. For a while, I managed to do exactly that. I carried him downstairs and settled near the windows while he played with the edge of my sleeve, completely unaware of the questions surrounding him.Sometimes I envied how easily he could exist without knowing







