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The First Crack

Author: Armisteads
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-25 01:16:39

The council chamber was colder than the rest of the capital.

Not because of magic, though there was plenty of that, but because of the way everyone inside watched me like I was something fragile and dangerous at the same time.

I stood at the center of the circular room, marble beneath my boots, silver light flowing through tall windows that showed the endless canopy of the elven forests beyond.

Ancient runes lined the walls, older than Fenrir, older than the city itself.

Older than me.

Fenrir stood to my right, close enough that our shoulders nearly touched. He didn’t look at the council. His attention stayed on me, steady and protective, like an anchor I could grab onto if I started to drift.

Across from us, the High Council sat in a crescent, there were five elders, each carrying a different weight of power.

“The spy breached inner wards without resistance,” one of them said in a sharp voice. “That alone suggests inside aid.”

“And the mark?” another asked, eyes flicking to my chest
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  • The Broken Luna Returns   What Lies Ahead

    The forest didn’t quiet down after Kaelen vanished.If anything, it grew even more thicker.The air felt drawn thin, like a held breath that refused to release. We continued forward in silence, each step measured, every sound scrutinized. Even Winter had stopped making comments, which somehow made things worse.Fenrir stayed close, too close to be casual, but not close enough to suffocate me in a sense. His presence was steady, deliberate. Protective without being loud about it.I kept thinking about Kaelen’s eyes.That look of interest in his eyes, that was mixed with excitement? Honestly, that person was hard to read.Like I was a problem he was excited to solve.We reached a narrow ravine by mid-morning. Silver-leafed trees bent over it, their branches arching together like a natural bridge. Below, water flowed quietly, clear enough to see smooth stones lining the bottom.Gabriel finally broke the silence. “We stop here.”Fenrir nodded. “Good choke point.”Oragon scanned the treeli

  • The Broken Luna Returns   The One Who Watches

    We reached the border of elven territory at dawn.There was no gate.No towering wall.Just a subtle shift in the air. The forest changed first. The trees grew taller, their bark smoother, veins of faint silver light running beneath the surface like living veins. The ground felt softer underfoot, moss cushioning every step.Fenrir slowed instinctively.“This is as far as most outsiders ever get,” he said quietly.I glanced at him. His posture had changed—still calm, still controlled, but more guarded. Like someone walking into a house that no longer felt like home.Winter squinted around. “Looks peaceful.”“That’s how it’s meant to look,” Oragon replied. “Elven wards favor subtlety.”Gabriel tapped his tablet. “And secrecy. I can’t detect half the magic here.”We moved deeper.The forest grew unnaturally quiet. No birds. No insects. Even the wind seemed hesitant.I felt it again, that awareness crawling over my skin.Someone was watching us.I slowed slightly, letting Fenrir move half

  • The Broken Luna Returns   Our Resolve

    We didn’t stop moving until night fell.No one said it out loud, but we all felt it, the sense that the ravines weren’t just a battlefield, they were a warning. The enemies we faced weren’t mindless. They were organized. Patient. And they knew exactly who I was and what we are capable of.That scared me more than the fight itself.When we finally made camp, it was deep within a dense stretch of forest. The trees here were tall and ancient, their branches woven together so tightly they blocked most of the moonlight. Fenrir said little as he worked, but I could feel his awareness stretched wide, magic humming softly around us like an invisible shield.I sat near the fire, hands wrapped around a warm flask Winter had shoved into my palms without comment.“Drink,” he said. “You look like you’re about to tip over.”“I’m fine,” I replied automatically, then took a sip anyway. The warmth helped, grounding me.Across the clearing, Gabriel and Oragon spoke in hushed tones, poring over a worn m

  • The Broken Luna Returns   The Weight Of What Holds

    I didn’t sleep.I drifted in and out of shallow rest, caught between dreams that weren’t mine and memories that didn’t fully exist. Every time my eyes closed, I felt it again—that pressure, that quiet certainty deep in my chest.*You were meant to hold them shut.*The words echoed long after the ruins fell silent.Morning crept in slowly, pale light filtering through the broken arches of the structure we’d taken shelter in. The others were already awake. I could hear the low voices of Gabriel and Oragon arguing in careful, controlled tones, like they didn’t want their words to reach me.Fenrir was nearby. I didn’t need to see him to know that. His presence felt like a steady anchor, constant and calm, even when my thoughts threatened to spiral.I finally pushed myself upright.Fenrir noticed immediately. He was at my side in seconds, crouching. “Easy.”“I’m fine,” I said, though my voice sounded thinner than I wanted. “Just… tired.”“That’s allowed,” he replied quietly.Winter glanced

  • The Broken Luna Returns   Lines That Cannot Be Seen

    Everyone didn’t sleep after the attack.Neither did we.Elven guards sealed the lower district, silver wards humming softly as they stitched themselves back into place. Lanterns floated above the streets, casting pale light over broken stones and abandoned weapons—proof that what happened wasn’t a nightmare I could wake up from.I sat on the steps of a quiet courtyard near the council wing, knees drawn close, cloak wrapped tight around me. The air smelled like rain and crushed leaves. Somewhere far away, bells chimed—slow and measured, a signal that the capital was on alert.Fenrir stood a few steps away, speaking in low tones with Gabriel and Oragon. Even without trying, I could feel him—his presence steady, like a low current beneath everything else.When his gaze finally met mine, he excused himself immediately and came over.“You shouldn’t be alone,” he said gently.“I’m not,” I replied. “You’re right there.”He paused, then sat beside me anyway. Close enough that our shoulders br

  • The Broken Luna Returns   The First Crack

    The council chamber was colder than the rest of the capital.Not because of magic, though there was plenty of that, but because of the way everyone inside watched me like I was something fragile and dangerous at the same time.I stood at the center of the circular room, marble beneath my boots, silver light flowing through tall windows that showed the endless canopy of the elven forests beyond. Ancient runes lined the walls, older than Fenrir, older than the city itself.Older than me.Fenrir stood to my right, close enough that our shoulders nearly touched. He didn’t look at the council. His attention stayed on me, steady and protective, like an anchor I could grab onto if I started to drift.Across from us, the High Council sat in a crescent, there were five elders, each carrying a different weight of power.“The spy breached inner wards without resistance,” one of them said in a sharp voice. “That alone suggests inside aid.”“And the mark?” another asked, eyes flicking to my chest

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