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The Ashes Between Suns

Author: Magdeleina Thomson
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-22 19:59:37

Kael

The gods were still fighting when the world broke open.

Above us, night and day collided—

a storm of light and shadow tearing the heavens in half.

Selene’s silver tide rose, Solen’s fire raged, and the sky screamed from both.

Every breath hurt.

Lira shouted orders that vanished in the wind.

Varyn dragged Lumi behind a fallen column.

I tried to stand, failed, then forced my knees to remember who they belonged to.

Somewhere in the chaos, Riley was there—a blur of silver and gold caught between two eternities.

Selene’s voice thundered through the clouds.

> “Let her go, Solen. She has chosen.”

Solen’s laughter answered like the crack of molten glass.

> “You made her half. I made her whole!”

And then the sky itself broke.

A wall of light crashed into the ground. Heat flooded the temple ruins.

I dove toward Riley—instinct, madness, love, whatever name you want to give to stupidity—and caught her just before the light swallowed us both.

We hit the ground hard.

When the glare faded, only
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