Do you think Caspian deserves forgiveness… or is it too late for redemption? If you were Jocelyn and knew Caspian kept your diary… would you be touched or furious? Let’s talk about the diary entries. Which one hurt you the most to read, and why? Was it the wildflowers, the hand-holding, or the one where she said she could love him forever? 😭 Caspian says he rejected Jocelyn to protect her. Do you believe that… or do you think fear & duty made the decision for him? Callan didn’t hold back his words. Do you agree with everything he said to Caspian, or would you have said something harsher (or gentler)? Caspian said Jocelyn is his “selfish desire.” Do you think love can ever be selfish? This question suddenly reminds me of Hades & Persephone in Blood of Zeus. Well, don't forget to drop your thoughts in the comments! 💬🥰
~ LYCENA ~He's fucking right.I'm done being nothing and always looking over my shoulders. I’m done being anxious and pretending to be powerful.I need true power.And Nyx here is going to help me get it.“Nyx…” I pause, my heart thundering as I swallow hard before I continue. “The first time we met, you promised me connections that will make me more powerful and even start a pack of my own. Something about you is definitely strange, but I believed you. I'm tired of waiting around and begging for scraps. Now is the time for you to fulfill that promise to me.”A long pause follows.“Lycena,” Nyx's smile is audible in his voice, even behind the mask. “Are you sure that is what you want now?”“Yes,” my answer bursts out of me. “If Caspian wants Jocelyn, then let him drown in her blood. Let him choke on her ashes. I want her gone. I want her dead. I want true power more than enough to make her regret ever breathing in this world.”Another long pause settles between us as Nyx studies me f
~ LYCENA ~I storm into my room and bang the door shut. Instantly, a scream tears from my throat, a very loud scream I've been holding in since I figured out the whole scene I witnessed at the tower.Fuck!I need to hold my shit together, but I can't. My claws are ripping through my fingers. My fangs are growing out of control, piercing my lips. Blood drips onto my immaculate white dress. I can't stop the tears, and my throat turns sour as I keep screaming again and again.Yanking off my heels, I fling them across the room, breathing heavily with every scream that rips through my sour throat. My bed creaks with the force of my weight. I claw at the pillows. The sheets. At anything within reach until the bed becomes a tangled mess.But it's still not enough to suppress my anger.More. I need more destruction.I rise and march to the vanity table. Reaching there, the flower vase crashes to the floor with a single sweep of my hands. Some of the pieces cut into my toes when I kick the sha
~ JOCELYN ~ A long silence stretches between us. His words are still hanging in the air, burning my chest like a fire I can’t breathe through. I want to scream at him. I want to tell him that none of it matters, that the pain he caused me can’t be erased by tears and late confessions. And yet… I can’t move. I can't talk. I can't even look at anything else in the room. All I can do is stare at him. At the man who ripped me apart five years ago, the same man who is now standing here before me, broken, baring his heart as if it’s mine to shatter all over again. My fingers curl into fists at my sides, trembling with pain… and something else. Something I’ve been fighting against since the moment his blue eyes found mine at the funeral. That same something that has haunted me through the years no matter how hard I tried to kill it. Love. I hate that I still love him. I hate that I want to touch him, to feel him, to remember what it was like to be his light before everything went to dar
~ JOCELYN ~ I keep watching the burning pyres, still frozen and wondering why I felt so useless and powerless against Thanox last night. What happened? What is wrong with me? “Jocelyn, stay with me.” The voice mutters softly in my ear. Elian. His hand brushes my arm before I close my eyes and lean into him, resting my head on his shoulder and choking on a silent sob that doesn't want to break free. I'm silent, not crying, but deep inside me, I’m screaming. “Please don't lose yourself inside your head,” Sarah murmurs in a broken voice that cuts through my veins. When I open my eyes and glance her way, I see her watery eyes filled with a sadness I've never seen in her before. Her fingers curl around my hand, squeezing tight. Last night and this funeral are painful memories that we will never forget. I don't know why my tears are trapped inside me. Maybe I need to be away from the crackling fire and the water waves. Maybe I need to be somewhere else. Maybe I need to be ALONE. ~
“No one is going to give you a prize for not crying. No one is going to praise you or reward you for bottling it all up. So, just cry when you feel like it.” - Yoon Shi Woo, Moorim School: Saga Of The Brave ~ CASPIAN ~ After the procession is over, families gather behind the pyres of their fallen. Some are carrying flowers. Others are holding their children too close, as if letting go for even a moment might invite Thanox to strike again. Their faces are streaked with tears, their voices crying out names that will never be forgotten. A hush settles over the place when the Head Elder begins delivering the tribute of passage. “Today, we’re gathered not as the living and the dead, but as a people bound by war, death, and sacrifice. Last night, the darkness came for us. He tried to break us, to tear apart everything we’ve ever fought for. And many of our own… they fought bravely and gave their lives so the rest of us could still be here this morning. They reminded us that our strengt
“Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love.” - Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. ~ CASPIAN ~ “I forgot to tell you all that this is only the beginning.” Those words reverberate like thunderbolts before they are gone again, their absence shifting the battlefield into a silence heavier than fear. Heavier than pain. Heavier than loss. It is heavier because death has claimed so many of our own. Countless bodies of my warriors—my people—are sprawled across the field. A warrior never fears death, but tonight, seeing the field littered with corpses of those who promised their families they’d return home, I'm shattered. Torn apart and left with nothing but the painful reminder that I'll never forget this night. Thanox did this, leaving us with wounds we never asked for. His armies of monsters are gone, but I know this is not the end. The ground is scarred and blackened with the ashes of his dead beasts. The wind catches the ashes, sweeping them aw