Dylan.
Okay, so this is the most fun I’ve had in a long time with these guys. Yeah, they killed my dad, I mean that’s not great, even if I didn’t really like him that much, he did some really awful shit to these people, but he was still my dad. I can understand why it had to happen, plus it all led me to my cute little fairy doll. It does sting though. I’ve heard everyone here calling her ‘Slayer’, which I thought was a bit of an odd name, especially for a fairy, but after to talking to Jordan for a bit I’ve learned that her name is Layah. They call her slayer because she’s ruthless on the battlefield and she’s saved everyone’s life here at least once or twice and has the highest body count amoungst the group. My little mate is fierce. I like that I’m currently walking with Jordan at the front of the line, while Layah has dropped to the back. I can still smell her heavenly scent, so I know she’s safe. She’s probably just busy making sure her family is all safe. Speaking of what a cool bunch of people! I seriously don’t understand why the council would want to kill them off. I was about ten the last time I saw magic and I had almost forgotten just how cool it is. So far I’ve met witches and warlocks, Jordan’s obviously fae, there’s a few elementals and a bunch I can’t place just yet, but they are just the nicest people. “So, where are we headed now?” I ask my new friend Jordan. “Next on the list would be Marius Makay.” “The hellhounds?” “Yup. Lucky for us, this old sewage line is going to lead us straight down into their little fiery pit in about five day’s time.” “Bloody hell. So ya’ll are serious about this? You’re going to off each and everyone one of the council?” “Yep. World peace and all that.” Jordan says with little spirit fingers. “What happens after that?” I ask curiously, happy that he’s open and honest with me. “Well, we would hope that once they're dead that maybe people can start thinking for themselves and see that we deserve a chance to live like everyone else. Lucky for us we got the Rommati heir on our side so hopefully you could speak with your people on our behalf?” “Huh, yeah, I didn’t even think of that. Guess I’m sort of the dragon shifters leader now…I probably should have left a note saying I’d be back.” Jordan laughs. “Yeah, hey mum, just going on a little trip around the world with my new friends the resistance, don’t wait up.”After a few more hours of walking, Jordan declares it time for a break. Everyone starts rummaging through their bags for certain things while a few warlocks do some sort of spell around us that shimmers like a big bubble. Jordan says it’s a cloaking spell, and anyone outside of it can’t see, hear or smell us. Hmm, maybe that’s what my little minx did last night.
Layah comes up to get her bottle of water again and shares it with me when she’s declared she’s had enough. I saw how much she drank the first water break, and we’ve been walking for hours so I push it back and give her my best stern look.
“Drink more.” “How about no.” She says back stubbornly. “Please?” I try with a little smile. “I need to hunt.” She says putting the bottle on the ground and turning to Jordan. “We’re still close to the village so I want everyone staying down here. I’ll go up topside and find some food for everyone. You keep them safe.” “Gotcha slayer.” He mock salutes. She makes her way to a ladder on the wall that leads up to a man hole like the one we entered through and I follow her before she spins around to face me. “Stay here.” She clips out and it’s so cute that she thinks she can tell me what to do. I reach out and boop her nose. “I’m coming. My dragon doesn’t like to be cooped up too long and a hunt sounds nice.” She rolls her eyes adorably. “You don’t think that a massive ass golden dragon won’t draw attention? The whole point is to not be seen.” “So you did see me! I KNEW IT! And technically it wouldn’t draw any attention. This is after all still close to dragon territory so no one would even bat an eye. But they might if they see a cute little fairy walking around. Maybe you should stay here, and I’ll go hunt for us. I’m a very capable provider.” I puff my chest out and smile down at her. “Yeah, no, not happening. No one will see me any way.” Seemingly done pushing to point she turns to climb the stairs and doesn’t say anything when I follow after her. I get the best view of her peachy little butt on the way up too. I really like those camo pants.The silk in my hands thrummed like a living thing. As I unrolled more of it, the letters slid, blinked, then settled into meaning only I could see. My mouth moved before I could second-guess it. I read.“When flame meets tide and night meets dawn,Let five be bound and breathe as one.To bear the weight and keep from harm,The heart must split to grow an arm.Where kingdoms rot and rings lie torn,A many-blood shall be reborn;Not of one braid but threads of five,To stitch the world back into life.One crowned by storm on sky and stone,One forged in fire, scaled and bone;One born of depths whose songs unchain,One hell-bound heart who guards the flame;One night-kissed soul, from first blood swornTogether, mercy remakes morn.Yet mark this law the gods have setComplete the ring or drown in debt.If one should falter, one should fall,The Soulclaw shatters, burns them all.Three trials test the woven thread:Of Depth, of Silence, and of Red.Pass Depth with trust, let breath be sh
Claudia pointed to the northern trench where the reef-shadow was blackest and said, “If you want the uncut prophecy, you’ll have to take it from the Deep Library’s sealed stacks. They’re shut with song and guarded by something older than my crown.”“Fun,” I said, because if I didn’t joke, I might scream.Dylan was already digging in a pack Henry had kept slung across his chest. He came up with two smooth, sea-glass stones the color of pale smoke. “Breathing stones,” he said, pressing one into Elijah’s palm and keeping the other. “We lifted a handful from a black market runner weeks ago. We planned for underwater, just… not this underwater.”“How long?” Elijah asked.“Twenty minutes per stone, if you don’t panic-breathe.” Dylan glanced at me. “We’re going to need a lift.”Jeramiah nodded. “Lysara, Calen, you’ll tow them. Fast.” Two sirens peeled from Claudia’s guard line, lean and lethal, arms roped with muscle and hair braided tight for speed. They each coiled a silk tether at their h
We stood there with the sea breathing in and out below the cliff, the wind tugging at my hair, the weight of everything pressing behind my eyes. Elijah didn’t speak at first. He just matched my breaths until mine stopped stuttering.“I owe you an apology,” he said finally, voice low. “A real one. Not the half-hearted kind people give when they want to move on.”I glanced up. His gaze didn’t flinch.“I was raised to see magic wielders as a problem to be solved,” he went on. “A rot you cut out before it spreads. It wasn’t just rules. It was… baked into bone. And when the bond snapped into place with you, it ripped all that open. I panicked. I said things to make the old world true again so I wouldn’t have to admit it was already gone.”He huffed a humorless breath. “It was cowardice. I’m sorry.”The words landed like warm stones in cold water, heavy, real, settling where anger had been floating. I didn’t forgive him. Not like that. But I heard him. He looked past me at the surf, softer
Claudia’s gaze swept the room like a storm assessing its battlefield. The firelight danced over her face, deepening the shadows in her expression. Every instinct in me screamed that whatever came next would change everything.“The prophecy,” she began, voice low and resonant, “wasn’t just a warning. It was a map. And every choice you’ve made, every bond you’ve formed, has been pulling us toward this point.”Jeramiah shifted beside me but didn’t speak. Dylan and Elijah were leaning forward, the air between us strung tight with unspoken questions. Elijah was trying to look relaxed, but I could feel the worry humming through our bond. Claudia’s hands rested on the makeshift table, palms flat. “The Soulclaw Mark is older than the Council, older than the war. It’s a tether the gods themselves wove into this world, to bind five warriors into one living weapon. And you…” Her eyes locked on me, unblinking. “…are the catalyst.”I swallowed. “Catalyst for what?”Her lips twitched in something t
LayahThe silence was deafening. They stood in a loose circle now, Dylan, Elijah, Henry, Jordan, my resistance, rubbing sleep from their eyes, all wearing the same expression: dazed confusion giving way to wary disbelief. Jeramiah stood beside me, his fingers laced through mine, quiet but unmoving. Unapologetic. I felt their eyes on our hands. On him. On the mark that now lived on his skin. No one spoke. Until Elijah did.His voice cut through the tension like a blade. “What the hell happened while we were sleeping?”I flinched. It wasn’t just anger in his tone, it was betrayal, hurt, something deeper. I knew that voice. I’d heard it in myself too many times.“Elijah…” I started softly, but Dylan stepped forward.“You disappeared. With a siren prince, who, let’s be honest, none of us trust yet and then we wake up to find you soul-bound to him?”“It wasn’t planned,” I said quickly. “It wasn’t like with you or Kai. I didn’t even know—”“But it happened.” Dylan’s jaw was tight. “You mark
Dylan’s POVSomething was wrong. The world felt heavy, too heavy, like I’d been asleep for days with weights strapped to my chest. My limbs tingled as feeling returned, every nerve sluggish and sparking like I was underwater. My head pounded, my mouth was dry, and my heart...My heart was screaming.“Layah?” I croaked, voice raw. The bond throbbed in my chest, tight and pulsing. She wasn’t close. She wasn’t near. Layah. I reached for her mind, panic lighting me up from the inside.“Where are you? Are you okay? Say something, baby, please...”Nothing. At first, just silence. The kind that made your stomach drop through the floor.“Layah!” I shouted out loud this time, sitting bolt upright with a harsh gasp just as Elijah jerked awake beside me.“Dylan?” he rasped, eyes wide, already scrambling to grab my shoulder. “What’s wrong? Where is she? Is she okay? Is she answering?”“I don’t know,” I said quickly, shaking my head, heart hammering. Elijah swore under his breath, already looking a