There was no sky.
Only smoke.And ash.Long stirred beneath a blanket of melted snow and broken stone, every inch of her body screaming in protest. Her wings were half-buried in the rubble, her left arm bent at an unnatural angle, and her breathing shallow and hot.She was alive.But barely.The last thing she remembered was the Sovereign’s Warden—towering, frost-forged, and silent—raising its blade toward Steve. She had launched herself with everything she had left, igniting her second flame core in a final blaze meant to destroy them both.She’d aimed for sacrifice.And somehow survived.Long coughed, spitting soot into her hand. It sparkled faintly with glowing dust. Dragonfire residue. Ember echoes.Not enough.The cave she now lay in was half-collapsed, the entrSomewhere Beyond the Ice, in the Sovereign's Domain Nhen walked in silence, leaving no trail. Not because he hid—Cryo-Scions did not hide—but because the world simply refused to remember him. Forests blurred behind his steps. Winds whispered warnings and then forgot who they whispered to. Even the ice beneath him did not crack, because it no longer acknowledged weight. He passed from village to glacier, from breath to memory, and finally into the frozen halls of the Stillness Keep, where time pooled like fog and the Sovereign's mind beat with planetary certainty. He had failed and he was going to face his master. At the core of the citadel, the Frost Sovereign waited—still as a statue, tall as a mountain. When Nhen arrived, the ice along the floor shimmered in silent welcome. He knelt, folding his limbs like ribbon. And
"You will go by the name of Adam," Priscillia told him. "Because that was what I knew you by when you came to me."The man nodded, grateful that there was no sound in his head driving him crazy."Adam," He whispered. The name felt right and he nodded.He stood up and felt a bit nauseous and dizzy as he did. He was not going to get used to this human body anytime soon.He dreaded that he was going to be stuck like this for a while. He shuddered as he thought of how many more unwanted things he would eventually come to experience."I can feel your fear, it is so exhilarating to see you afraid," Priscillia said."And you seem to be enjoying my discomfort so much," Adam replied with uncertainty in his voice."I want to enjoy more than that," Priscillia said with a cold smile.His stomach growled and he felt his stomach sucking in. His mouth began to water and his throat felt parched.Another discomfort. Again, he thought about how much things humans had to go through just to exist.Prisci
The warmth had barely begun to spread when the silence started to change. Emma didn’t notice it at first. No one did. The Heartfurnace had been active for just three days, and already, new seedlings were pushing up through formerly frozen soil. The fields carried the scent of damp earth again. Children ran barefoot in the steam-softened snowbanks. For the first time in weeks, the song of birds had returned to the treetops. Sterling Creek was recovering. But beneath that warmth… something ancient had awoken. It had felt the throb of the Ember. Heard the heartbeat of defiance. And it began to walk. --- One Week Earlier – In the North In a hollow beneath the ice, deeper than any mortal had ever dug, a wall of frozen water split open like skin. The creature that emerged had no face. Just a smoo
The Frost Sovereign stood alone in the Chamber of Resonance. Forever patient, forever learning, forever watching. He felt nothing and yet he felt everything. He could feel his coldness reaching the farthest ends of the world. He knew the exact number of things both living and dead caught under his cold. Frozen forever. Although, he felt no emotions, he was mildly surprised that it had taken him this long to finish his mission. Encase the world in eternal ice. But a fire breathing dragon was prolonging his task. A dragon his ice warden should have subdued by now. Frost Sovereign had created the Warden perfectly without no known weakness and yet it was late in defeating a mere dragon. Then, there was the fire controlling girl. He had no idea what to make of her but he could not deny that she was of a great obstacle to his goal. He had not expected any form of resistance when he woke up from his deep and long slumber but here he was planning, scheming and calculating how to defeat
Emma rubbed her gloved hands together as she walked along the eastern farms, boots crunching over soil that had once been rich and black. Now, it looked pale, brittle—like it had forgotten what warmth felt like. The morning sun offered no comfort. Even the trees stood still, weighed down by a cold that had no business being there. The frost had crept into everything. It killed in silence. And it was winning. Emma had believed that her father, Grimkeeper was the worst thing to have ever existed. At least if wanted everyone warm but subdued under his dark rule, this ice cold being wanted everything to halt to a terrible frozen stop. She could not let something like that happen. Behind her, Steve followed with Councilor Weaver, who leaned heavily on her cane but kept pace with quiet determination. They had walked the fields together in silence, until Weaver finally stoppe
"So there is something between us," The man stated."There was and unfortunately there still is," Priscillia replied.They walked into an opening and the man saw young women, plenty of them of them going about with large books and in a hurry to get somewhere.He remembered that Priscillia mentioned students."What do they teach here?" He asked."Everything to protect themselves from what happened before," Priscillia said.The man has no idea what she meant.He got curious looks from all the women Android he staggered slightly from what he sensed from them.Priscillia noticed his discomfort and smiled. She saw him like a newborn child and it pleased her very much."What is happening?" The man asked in disbelief and slight pain as he frowned."Your mind is wide open," Priscillia replied."What does that mean?" The man asked.Priscillia did not answer, instead she led him outside and the man gasped in shock has the cold it him. It was as if the warmth of the world had been wiped out of e