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A Name

Author: Armisteads
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-20 20:28:45

(Selene’s POV)

The Elven Capital looked different at night.

In daylight, everything felt open and gentle, sunlight filtering through leaves, magic humming softly in the air. But at night, the city revealed its age. Lanterns made of living crystal glowed along suspended bridges. Towers grown from stone and wood curved toward the stars, their surfaces etched with old runes that pulsed slowly, like breathing.

I stood on a balcony outside the guest quarters, wrapped in a light cloak Fenrir had insisted I wear. The night air was cool but comforting. Below, the city moved quietly. Elves passed one another without urgency, voices low, steps measured. It felt like a place that had learned patience over centuries.

Behind me, the door opened.

“You should be resting,” Fenrir said gently.

“I was,” I replied. “Then my thoughts got loud.”

He stepped beside me, resting his forearms on the railing. For a moment, neither of us spoke.

“You didn’t tell them everything,” I said at last.

He didn’t pretend
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    (Selene’s POV)The Elven Capital proved its lister stayed even at the midnight.Even as night settled, the city glowed softly, lanterns floating like fireflies between silver trees, bridges arched with living vines that shimmered faintly with magic. From the balcony where I stood, I could see spires rising through the mist, their carvings catching moonlight like polished glass.It was beautiful.And overwhelming.I rested my hands on the stone railing, letting the coolness ground me. After everything we learned in the archives, my thoughts refused to slow down. Anchor. Chain. Warden. None of the words sat right in my chest, but they wouldn’t leave either.Footsteps approached behind me, quiet, measured.I didn’t need to turn to know it was Fenrir.“You should be resting,” he said gently.“So should you,” I replied.He stopped beside me, close enough that our shoulders almost touched. “Old habits. I keep watch better than I sleep.”I glanced at him. His expression was calm, but I could

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    (Selene’s POV)The door did not open all at once.It resisted.The moment Thalanor placed his palm against the seal, the symbols carved into the stone reacted, lines of light spreading slowly, like veins waking beneath skin. The air thickened, pressing against my chest until breathing felt heavier.Fenrir shifted closer to me. I could feel his magic brushing against my side, subtle but protective, like he was quietly reinforcing a shield around me without making it obvious.“You’re alright,” he murmured, just for me. “I’ve got you.”I nodded, even though my heart was pounding.The door finally released with a deep, ancient sound—stone grinding against stone. Cold air spilled out from the darkness beyond, carrying a scent that reminded me of old rain and burned metal.The archives waited.Inside, the chamber was vast and circular, its ceiling lost in shadow. Rows of floating crystal tablets hovered in slow orbits, each etched with glowing elven script. Some pulsed faintly. Others were

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