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Chapter Fifty-Eight
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2025-10-07 15:17:19The Valley of Echoes
The mist thickened until Selene could no longer tell sky from ground. Each breath tasted of metal and rain.
Kaen stayed close, his shoulders brushing her hip, his fur humming with restrained power.
They had been walking for hours when the terrain shifted. The glassy black plain dropped away into a vast hollow valley, its floor rippling with a thin layer of silver water. The surface reflected not the moon but faint moving shapes—faces, fragments, whole memories flickering like trapped fireflies.
“The Valley of Echoes,” Selene whispered.
Kaen’s ears flattened; a low growl rumbled from his chest.
She knelt at the edge of the descent. “These are memories?”
The wolf huffed softly as if to say, yes, but not all yours.
The moment she stepped down, light rippled across the valley. Voices rose—soft, overlapping, haunting.
Balance must hold.
Do not let the blood moon rise again.
She chose love… and broke everything.
Selene’s pulse quickened. The air shimmered and split, and suddenly she was standing in a temple she recognized from stories—the ruins where Kimberly had once fought Mona. The scent of ash and roses filled her lungs.
She spun, searching for Kaen, but the wolf was gone.
“Kaen?”
Her voice echoed off the walls, and a second later, a reply came—not his, but another, familiar yet impossible.
“Little one.”
Selene turned sharply. Kimberly stood there—radiant, calm, her eyes bright with the same silver light that filled Selene’s dreams.
“Is this real?” Selene asked.
“It’s memory,” Kimberly said softly. “But memory lives in you now.”
Selene’s throat tightened. “You… you and Lucien, you gave me this. Why?”
Kimberly smiled faintly. “Because the world always forgets its lesson. The moon turns, the shadows shift, and balance trembles. Someone must remember.”
Selene stepped forward. “I’ll remember.”
Kimberly’s expression softened, but her form flickered. “Then you must see him.”
The temple cracked like glass. When Selene blinked, she stood in darkness again—colder, deeper. A figure emerged ahead, tall and cloaked, eyes like distant stars.
Lucien.
His voice filled the space, low and resonant. “You have her courage… and my stubbornness.”
Selene lowered her head in respect. “Your echo said to find the Heart of Shadow. I think it’s beyond this valley.”
Lucien nodded slowly. “It is. But it is not a thing. It is a choice.”
She frowned. “A choice?”
“The Heart was born from what I could not contain—my grief, my rage, my longing. I bound it to the shadows, hoping no one would need it again.”
Selene felt the weight of his gaze. “Then why call it back now?”
“Because the void is older than balance,” he said. “It stirs when light and dark forget their place. You, Selene, are not meant to destroy it. You are meant to understand it.”
He raised a hand. The valley glowed, revealing countless reflections of her—Selene at different ages, faces of doubt, fear, anger, hope.
“The Heart will show you every self you could become,” Lucien said. “Only one can reach the center. Choose wrong, and the void will claim the rest.”
Selene’s breath caught. “And if I choose right?”
His eyes warmed, the way moonlight softens shadow. “Then you’ll be what we never could.”
His image began to fade. “Lucien—wait!”
His final words lingered in the air like smoke.
“Trust the wolf. He carries what I left behind.”
The vision shattered. Selene staggered, clutching her head. Kaen was beside her again, eyes glowing silver. Beneath the fur of his chest, she saw it—faint and flickering—a shard of light pulsing like a heartbeat.
“The Heart…” she whispered.
Kaen growled softly, a sound that wasn’t threat but warning.
The valley trembled. The whispers rose again, louder, harsher. The water on the valley floor turned red.
Selene lifted her eyes to the horizon. Beyond the mist, a new glow spread—neither silver nor crimson, but void-black and alive.
Something vast was waking.
She rested a hand on Kaen’s shoulder. “Then we keep moving.”
He bared his teeth, his growl deepening until it became a rhythm that matched her pulse.
Together they stepped forward into the thicke
ning mist, toward the shimmer of the unseen Heart—
and the shadow rising to meet them.
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