LOGINAvaIt was now late winter, and it had fully settled over Valley Creek.The night was cold and still, with snow drifting softly over the mountain. The silence that was typical and would have been considered rest. Stability. Peace.I was reading inside the medical wing.Or at least I was trying to.I found reports on the table in front of me. Routine updates. Clinic follow-ups. Minor changes to dosage charts. Nothing urgent. Nothing unusual.Then it happened.It was no big deal.It was not sudden.Initially it wasn't painful at all.It was just a matter of certainty.And my hand hovered over the pages of the report I was reading.Suddenly, I couldn't breathe anymore.Then I knew.Labor had started.I sat very still.I didn't move for a second.Not because I was afraid,My mind was getting used to the changes.As always, my researcher instincts came first.I didn't record the time like I would have loved to.But I went ahead and registered that feeling.Noted the rhythm.Observed the sh
MilracThe night was more quiet at the archive.Not silent.This archive was never silent again.Someone was working at all times.There was someone all the time doing research.There was always a new thing to find out.However, once night fell, there was a change of sound.The constant motion reduced.Conversations became quieter.There were fewer and fewer footsteps.The mountain was breathing more slowly.I came in to the conference room just after sunset.There were papers all over the large table in the middle.It wasn't surprising.Petra had been on the scene.Every time Petra was fascinated by something, paper multiplied. She never got tired of working on something she finds fascinating until she gets to the end of it.Kael somehow made the situation worse.They had created hazards in various parts of the archive together.I stepped inside.Ava was already in the area.And so were Petra, Kael, Vessa, and Eryn.There were piles of the papers around them.One wall was taken up wi
The following morning was as normal.It began in a normal way at least.Half way through the day, the archive was in shambles.I knew it would happen some day.When Petra felt the warmth firsthand, it was inevitable.It was a very busy morning in the archive.Records were transported from shelf to shelf by the researchers.Couriers came in from various territories with new submissions.There was a discussion going on about classification procedures near the records section to the west.Everything felt ordinary.I was going over papers for the clinic when Petra suddenly walked up to me and stood next to my table.That occurred frequently, and I hardly looked up any more."Question."I sighed."Good morning, Petra."Almost noon."Still counts."She ignored that.Also normal.“Did you notice strange activity on the network lately?”I knew right away something was suspicious.Very suspicious.I lowered my pen."What sort of strange behavior?"Petra stared at me.Then narrowed her eyes,Th
AvaI thought initially that I had been distracted when I first saw this.That happened sometimes.Not often.But enough so that I didn't pay attention right away.I was in the research wing looking at the Western Territories clinic reports. Outside the window, there was snow falling over the mountain, making it white and quiet.After a relatively quiet afternoon, the archive was quiet.Researchers sat around the tables nearby.Pages turned.Paper with pens scratching on it.Petra was having another argument with Math in some other part of the hall a little further down the hall.Everything felt normal.Then I felt it.A warmth.Small.Gentle.Gone almost immediately.I lifted my head up from the report.Nothing had changed.Everything was the same as in the room.The network went under the mountain, as usual.Ninety-two threads.Steady.Connected.Familiar.I frowned and walked back to work.Ten minutes later, it happened again.The same feeling.A warmth, on the edge of consciousnes
MilracI was in the map room, surrounded by snow that was lightly touching the window glass.It had been several weeks since everything had changed between Ava and me, but the feeling in me didn't feel like something I was used to. Valley Creek went on as it had always been. The clinic continued to be a busy place. This archive continued to grow and expand. There was no interruption in Council work. Nothing was visually different from the outside. There was a rhythm to life, there were things that life required, and there was a pace to life.However, there was something different in the bond. Maybe because of the friction between us or Ava's growing pregnancy, was starting to take its toll on me.Initially I believed that it was my mind looking for patterns that were not there. I had been in leadership for too many years to ignore any change. My awareness of potential danger never went away. So I did what I knew I could do. I waited. I observed. I believed that it would go back to no
AvaEarly Winter came in to Valley Creek quietly.Not sudden.Not harsh.Little cold, slowly edging the mountain's edges to make them sharper.But work went on.The Council continued its sessions.The Archives continued to increase and expand.The clinic continued to grow.Research went on in long, packed sessions, with Kael talking a great deal and Petra scribbling in the margins of everything she got her hands on.I was pregnant but life did not stop.But that was something everyone forgot.Especially Milrac.And particularly at the exact time I would like them to forget. Because all the attention in Valley Creek turned to me.One morning I was standing in the archive corridor and looking at a tray of food that wasn't there a few minutes before.It was warm.Simple.This is what I would have picked had I taken time to think it through.I had not.I glanced about once.No one nearby.I kept walking.As I arrived at the research wing, I had had my notes reorganized.Not changed.Not t
Gregory’s POVThe scar over my ribs pulls when I'm moving too fast.Too little to make me weak.Enough to remind me of.There I am in the private council preparation chambers, looking at myself in the glass as summer rain makes one gentle beat against the high stone window behind me.Ava's cut was
Ava’s POVI cannot sleep.It's very quiet around the mountain.The outer cliffs have been softened by snowfall hours ago and Valley Creek is so quiet these days, it's like a blanket has been put over it. Guards walk around the eastern wall somewhere below our room, rotating around. The network is c
Ava’s POVSnow is falling steadily outside the windows in the west.Not harsh.Quiet.The type that melts rather than molds.The inside has its own rhythms; paper waves softly under the careful hands, low voices drip down the shelves, and from the far reading alcove crackles the firewood. Today a r
Ava’s POVThe mountain was back to normal by evening.Not silence.No more was the valley Creek quiet.There was simply too much life to carry on the network.Downstairs some wolves were talking about preparing dinner, clattering pots against some stones. Petra was heard snapping at Kael as she rel







