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The Last Rite of Yveron

Author: Tyson Roy
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-19 13:10:46

"Some wounds are not healed by time.

They are passed down, soul to soul, blood to blood.

And only through union can they be undone."

The night after the crown was shattered, Elara dreamed of blood.

But it was not the kind of blood that signaled the end of peace or the beginning of war. Not the thick, red memory of violence, not the reek of wounds split open, not the stain she had washed from her own hands a thousand times and still felt beneath her nails. No, this blood glowed gold. It spiraled through ancient runes and hummed through her bones, singing not of endings, but of beginnings. It sang her awake, shivering, with a single word burning behind her eyes:

Yveron.

She spoke it aloud before dawn, and the room seemed to pulse. It was not a spell, not exactly, but a memory. The old tongue. One of the forbidden names. The Blood Name of the soul-bindin
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