I fell asleep when I entered my room last night, exhausted from yesterday's events. It must have been pretty early when I woke up because it was still dark, so I got up, got ready, and ran. My routines must be different now because I was training with the other soldiers before.
After returning from running, I took a quick shower and dressed. Cassie went shopping for me, and I laughed to myself. We only got hand-me-downs from the other guys or donations, but she bought me a whole wardrobe when I was gone yesterday. Lord knows how she knew my size; I needed to ask her. As I was preparing for my first day, I couldn’t believe how much things had changed in a few days. I was unsure how I would pay Cassie and Ron back for all their kindness, but I would, and that was a promise. Even my family didn’t treat me that way, especially my father. He didn’t even bother to say goodbye. All he said was to keep my focus on the mission and not to screw up. He was never the same after my mom died giving birth to my brother, and her death changed him for the worse. If that’s even true, because he was pretty horrible before she died, at least never to my mom that I could remember. I was only 8 when she passed, and my brothers are just like him. I suppose I am like my mother, shuddering from the memories I pushed to the back of my mind for now; the place I was in was better. My mission and the present are what I would focus on. The only way the council would allow me to be free was if I saw this through this. Ron was already at the table when I went downstairs to get breakfast. “Did you sleep there? I joked. He laughed so deeply that the newspaper he was reading shook. “Nice one, kid, no, I just like to get caught up on my current events,” he said as he folded the newspaper. I looked oddly at the newspaper." People still read those? I questioned why even the warriors at the compound had devices to read the news. “Yes, “he chuckled, “I prefer black and white newspaper to those devil devices,” He said with a serious look. “Don’t let him fool you. He uses those devil devices, as he calls them, especially when he drops a duce.” I burst out laughing, spitting my cereal all over the table. “HUSH, women telling my secrets. “She giggled as Ron grabbed and kissed her with a mischievous smile. “Stop, op Ron!!! She protested with a grin. “Liam doesn’t want to see that, “she said as she pushed him away and moved towards the other end of the table so he couldn’t do anything more. She began, “Ron will take you to school, and I will pick you up until we can get you a car. “ I looked up in her direction, surprised. “CAR!!!! “I managed to say. “Yes, Son,” she glowed, “you are going to need to get back and forth, and we won’t always be available to give you a ride, “she concluded, answering I stared at her in complete awe. These people have done more for me in the last 24 hours than my father has in my entire lifetime. “Thank you for everything, you for everything,” I said firmly. “You are welcome, “they both said together “OK, well, it's time to head out, “Ron called as he started heading to the front room. He kissed Cassie, and I grabbed my bag and headed towards the front door. I hugged Cassie quickly, and she closed the door behind me. We got into his blue two-door pickup, and he started it up, and we drove for about 20 minutes of awkward silence. As I watched the House and trees pass me by, I began wondering what the Dragon shifters were, how they lived, and who they were. Most importantly, when the time came, would I be able to do what needed to be done? I have never second-guessed myself before, but this time felt different for some reason. I did it without a second thought when I had to take care of a dragon shifter before. The council had particular orders about things, and I always thought that dragon shifters upset the natural balance of things, and anyone who disturbed that balance needed to be put down, no questions asked. I was a good warrior and did whatever I was told, so why was I questioning things now? I suppose this dragon shifter was no different, worse even. Right? The dragon shifters I had encountered in the past were the vilest, most horrible monsters. They were super strong and pretty fast, and their misuse of magic to torture others was wrong. I bet this individual was no different. Killing them wasn’t easy; you had one shot at it, gold blade to the heart. You had to get past hard, thick, scaly skin while they were in dragon form because they had rapid healing abilities in their human forms. Still, I was no weak warrior; this vile monster would meet his match. It brought me back from my thoughts as Ron pulled up to a school that looked more like a college campus, with huge brown and reddish brick buildings and a huge football field where some kids were already running drills. “Well, we are here, don’t be nervous. Have a great day, and remember you are here too. Attend school, make friends, and remember, especially be a kid and do not forget the rules, “he emphasized again, looking at me sternly. “No pressure, right?” asked Ron. “No pressure,” he said with a chuckle as he patted me on the back. Wellhead in those doors and go to the left; that’s the office. They will give you a schedule,” he said as I opened the car door. Oh, and don’t forget Cassie will be there after to pick you up; I work late. “He mentioned. “Thanks, “I said as I closed the door, and he pulled away. “No pressure,” I repeated nervously. Yes, my 216-pound 5’’ ‘10 self was nervous, rolling my eyes. I faced all kinds of monsters but was nervous about a school full of teens. I laughed. Well, I guess I'd better make the most of it as I headed into the school to the front office.Zayla could not remember the last time her heart beat without dread, but tonight it managed it—two, maybe three solid thumps of pure, uncut joy. The great hall of Cordiva was chaotic, all bruised knuckles and celebratory shouting, the high windows glowing with the kind of indigo twilight that made the world outside feel solicitous and far away. At the head of the table, the Queen—their mother—sat sinuous and tall, her sleeves rolled to the elbow, laughing in a way that was so unfamiliar it almost hurt to look at her. Even the guards, faces usually locked in predatory readiness, had split into raucous factions, gambling on the outcomes of arm wrestling matches or, in one case, a contest to see who could eat the most pickled eggs without retching.Bella and Zayla, for the first time in all their years, took up their places together at the heart of it: not hiding, not calculating their exits, but simply present. Bella’s hair was a damp rope down her back, her jaw bruised and knuckles spl
When Zayla comes to, she’s on her back, and the sky is a jagged scar above her. The stone circle is half melted, and the altar is a crater. Jenifer is slumped over Bella, who is out cold but breathing, blue scales retreating from her skin.Of Liam, there’s no sign. Not even a shadow.Zayla crawls forward, dragging herself to the edge of the crater. She peers in, expecting to find a corpse or a ruin.Instead, a spiral is burned into the stone at the bottom. It glows with a faint, amber light. Zayla knows, without being told, that it’s all that’s left of him.She slumps next to Bella, feeling the cold settle in her bones. There’s no more pain—just a vast, empty ache.Jenifer sits beside them, hands wrapped tight around her own wrist, staring at the blue sigil.Nobody speaks. There’s nothing left to say.Above them, the sky clears. The storm is over.It takes time for sound to return.The world after the convergence is a muted echo chamber, all the violence spent. Zayla sits in the shado
It was not even midnight when the world turned itself inside out.Zayla felt it first as a metallic taste in her mouth, a wild current slicing through her bones. The sensation was so sudden that she dropped the relic she had been inspecting—the artifact rolled across the uneven sanctuary floor. It clinked against the glassy obsidian, spinning like a coin between fate and chaos. The air in the sanctuary, already razor-thin, now vibrated with a pressure that made her skull hum.The celestial event was heralded for twelve generations and dreaded by every person as arriving a week ahead of schedule.Ari’s panic was instant. With a scream that cut straight through her mind, Ari warned Zayla, “You are NOT READY.” But that wasn’t even half the truth.Against the wall, Bella stood doubled over, hands braced on her knees, strands of wet black hair sticking to her cheeks. Blue scales flickered up one arm, then vanished. Zayla rushed to her, and in that moment, the world stopped pretending it ha
The world outside the spiral is gone. There’s only the circle and the storm.Zayla stands at the center, the ground beneath her stripped raw by wind and power. Her hands are ringed in violet fire, fingers splayed, every nerve alive with the memory of her own bones breaking and rebuilding. Beside her—no, behind her, because Ari insists on a formation—Bella shudders with cold so intense it eats the sound out of the air. Scales creep along Bella’s forearms and up her neck, dark and bright by turns. For a half-breath, Zayla is terrified of her, and then the fear passes; Bella is family, whatever else she might become.The sky churns in colors the human eye shouldn’t register—veins of blue-black and raw gold, splitting and knitting with every lightning flash. The stone circle that cages them is ancient, notched with runes that glow and fade like a heartbeat. Zayla feels their pulse under her feet, a rhythm that promises violence.The storm isn’t just weather. It’s prophecy made flesh, and
They had a good reason to fear a trap.The moment Zayla and Bella pressed their palms against the relic’s cold, coiled bone, the world erupted into chaos. The ceiling hissed and heaved; a web of glassy veins sprang to life, channeling a blizzard of blue fire into the walls. The dead shifters surrounding the column spasm one last time, their bodies hollowed by centuries, but still not nearly hollow enough. Their skulls jerked on broken necks, jaws dropping in near-unison rictus, and what bled their eye sockets wasn’t mere emptiness, but smoke and wrath—shadows erupting like wasps from a nest.Jenifer, Liam, and Amanda hit the floor with trained reflexes just as a shock wave of force flung every living being back from the column. The Queen remained upright, her mouth twisted into a feral, vindicated smile. Zayla, half-blinded, felt the bones in her hands screaming with raw, overcharged power; her vision fractured into violet shards until all she could see was Ari’s fear reflected back a
For the first time in weeks, Zayla wished she could silence Ari’s voice—a fevered whisper thrumming in her mind as the Sanctuary’s inner doors slammed shut behind them. No retreat now. The echo of the lock clicked against her spine, taut like a bowstring drawn tight. Beside her, Bella fidgeted, adjusting her grip around her wrist; the flickering blue scales danced in agitation, pulsating in eerily perfect rhythm with the talisman on the far wall—a spiral of crystal and bone that seemed to call to them, as if it knew their very names.Silence reigned as they ventured deeper into the prophecy chamber. Jenifer’s lips were pressed into a thin line, close as a blade’s edge, while Liam’s hands turned to rigid, white-knuckled fists. Amanda mandated the stillness: “This place… it breathes. The wards are ancient. Angry.”The chamber thrummed with a life of its own, far more than it was haunted. Runes crisscrossing the walls pulsed steadily, each heartbeat drawing their gaze in an irresistible