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SYLVIA
It was finally here! The day was finally here!
I spun around in my room in the dress I had prepared for this day since the year began. I had it sewn myself, and I had saved every penny I had earned from working at the pup’s daycare centre since my mother felt that buying expensive materials for a dress was unnecessary.
I ran out of my room and rushed downstairs to the bathroom that I shared with my sister, Willow.
Mother had gotten her the best dress made by a famous tailor in the entire region and she had gushed about it for weeks to anyone that lended an ear.
I pulled the bathroom door open and slammed it behind me, grabbing Willow's face powder and dabbing just a little on my face so she wouldn't tell I had used it. I then applied a little lipstick of hers.
The tube was still in my hand when she started banging hard on the door.
“Sylvia? Are you going to live there forever? Get out! Some of us are trying to get ready!” She screamed at the top of her lungs and I knew if I wasn't out in a second, my mother was going to get involved and I didn't want to be on her bad side. She hadn't yelled at me for three days.
That was a new record.
I stepped out of the bathroom and she gave me a nasty look before entering and closing the door.
I breathed out, calming my nerves.
I would finally meet my mate today. Someone who would love me for me…
I twirled, giggling as I imagined it all. Us with our hands together as we smiled with joy from finally meeting.
“Girls! The carriage is here.” My mother said from the other end of the living area.
I walked over with a skip in my step till I stood not too far from where she was by the door.
“Make sure you're on your best behaviour, Sylvia.” She looked my dress over with a stern look but there was a hint of approval in her eyes before it vanished as quickly as it came that I almost thought I had imagined it.
“Mum!” Willow ran towards our mother, wrapping her hands around her and hugging her tightly.
“How do I look?” She pulled away from her and Spain in her dress and very shiny shoes.
My mother's smile grew wide. One I had never seen her give me.
I turned my face away as she gushed about how beautiful Willow was and that she was going to be the most beautiful girl today.
“Oh stop mother. Sylvie looks just as good too with the dress she spent most of her nights making that she now has eye bags that even makeup can't cover.” Willow smiled brightly at me but anyone could tell how fake it was from afar and the underhanded comment about how tired I looked.
“Her dress is alright “ mother simply said in response with her stern expression back on her face.
“Come on, now. The carriage has waited far too long.”
I stepped out of the door, leaving them behind and walked up to the carriage.
The rider got down and bowed, holding out his hand for me to take so he could help me in. Once I was settled, he did the same for Willow.
The rider got in place and Willow waved at mother as we moved while I just looked outside the window.
“I didn't think you would finish the dress in time. It does look like something you would wear, Sylvie.” Willow said, attempting at a conversation but I just gave her a tight-lipped smile and went back to looking out the window.
From the corner of my eye, I could see her glaring at me.
She never took too well to being ignored.
The carriage came to a halt and we were there.
The palace. The tall gates opened slowly and all the carriages in a line began to ride in, dropping the maidens and the single men alike.
It was the red Moon and on this night, marks would appear on the arms of every unwed person in the entire continent. To ensure that everyone found their mates on time, all unwed people gather at the palace and when the marks appear, you look for your mate that would have the same design on their arm.
“I'm so excited.” Willow squealed with her friends. We had all gathered and everywhere was getting darker.
The lights in the palace were turned on and the horns were blown announcing the arrival of the royal family.
“Introducing the royal Thorne family of the Silverbell Continent.” The announcer said and everyone clapped as they each took their seats.
“Did you know that the prince is also unwed and of age? He could find his mate tonight.” One of Willow's friends squealed.
“What if it's you, Willow? You're the only one I know who is worthy of being the prince's consort.” Another said, sounding so excited before she turned to me and her lips twisted into a scowl. “Some would only dream of it though.”
“Oh stop, you guys,” Willow responded, blushing as her cheeks turned a rosy shade.
“The moon is appearing!” Someone screeched and we all looked up to see the red Moon coming out in all its Crimson glory.
Gasps filled the arena as dark marks started appearing on the arms of people.
I rolled up the sleeves of my gown, watching in anticipation for my mark.
“My mark is appearing,” Willow shouted with glee, as did the other girls.
Why wasn't mine appearing? I asked myself, staring hard at my arms but nothing.
I had already given up when a faint line began to appear.
My heart began to race as the marks slowly painted my skin with its beautiful ink.
Then suddenly… it stopped.
Why did it stop?
My mind began to spiral as my hands shook, staring at my half-completed mark.
The red Moon was already fading to its normal cream white colour.
“No, no, no. The red Moon could not leave. My mark isn't complete yet!”, I yelled, gaining the attention of people around me who already had their marks completed.
This couldn't be happening to me.
I stared hard at the mark again but nothing and then I slowly looked up at the sky.
The red Moon… it was gone.
“Why isn't my mark complete?” I said, rushing over to the guy who stood beside me and showing him my mark. He looked uncomfortable with me but I didn't care. I grabbed his arms and shook him vigorously, screaming at him to do something.
“Do something, anything! Tell the red Moon to come back. This could not be how my night would go after I waited my whole life for this day. DO SOMETHING, YOU DIMWIT!”
The guy slapped my hands away and shook his head at me.
I grabbed my hair and pulled it so hard that my scalp stung as I fell to the ground.
Everyone around me began to whisper and point fingers at me and the whole arena had their eyes on my display of sadness.
“Someone, please… do something.” I sobbed quietly.
“Excuse me, miss?” A deep voice spoke and I looked up, a smile slowly creeping on my face.
Finally, someone had acknowledged me. They were going to help me.
But I was met with stern looks from the palace guards and they did not look happy.
“The King has ordered your presence.”
STOLASFar away from the high sanctuary, deep within the subterranean bowels of the earth where no ray of sunlight had ever breached, I lay trapped in a forgotten cavern.The space inside the tomb was thick with the reek of wet earth, stagnant water, and rotting vegetation. No wind stirred the dark void. No creature crawled over the ancient ground.Then, my essence began to move.A wisp of my dark mist snaked out from a fissure in the rock wall. I stayed in the dead space, my presence pulsing with an unnatural, sickly violet light.Second by second, more of my dark vapors bled through the cracks, flowing together like spilled ink pouring into a basin. My mist gathered, expanding into a vortex that devoured the surrounding blackness.My flesh snapped into place. My bones cracked, locking together with unnatural speed. Tendons knitted across my open wounds, pulling blood-soaked skin back over my shattered ribs.I hit the ground with a dull thud, falling onto my hands and knees.A gasp t
SYLVIAI sat cross-legged on the clean sheets of my bed, the door to my chamber barred from the inside. The sun had dipped below the eastern peaks, leaving the high room bathed in cool, fading twilight.Outside, the wind howled through the mountain pines, but inside, the air was still.I rested my wrists on my knees, took a long breath, and closed my eyes.I pushed my mind inward, seeking the quiet centre behind my ribcage. The sleep came fast, pulling my awareness down into the familiar, endless void.The white space opened around me.There were no marble pillars, no blood stains, no divine messengers in silver robes. Just the vast, milky sea of light stretching in every direction. The aches in my body were gone, but the dark spot deep in my blood remained, a tiny, cold ink stain floating in the centre of my spirit.A shadow fell across the white expanse ahead.A tall figure stepped through the light. He wore the simple embroidered robes of the old royal court, his long silver hair t
SYLVIAThe morning mist hung low over the grass as I stepped through the arched exit into the open environment. The ground beneath my boots felt solid, wet with early dew, a strong contrast to the blood-slicked sanctuary surface that still haunted my thoughts.Across the expansive open space, two mounds of fresh earth stood side by side near the ancient boundary oak.The wolf pack elders had prepared the resting places according to traditional customs. The bodies of my mother and Cyprian had been cleansed, wrapped in fine grey cloth, and laid beneath the soil where the roots of the old tree could watch over them. White river rocks had been arranged in neat circles around each grave, marking their memory for as long as the pack remained on these grounds.I walked toward the graves with purposeful, measured steps. My body still ached from the divine energy drain, but the fire inside my mind kept me upright.Vane walked half a pace behind my shoulder. His broad frame provided a comfortin
SYLVIAA pale beam of golden sunlight struck my eyelids, warm and unblinking.I pulled a breath into my lungs, the scent of lavender and clean linen replacing the copper stench of spilled blood and burnt stone.My eyes opened. I lay on a high bed wrapped in white sheets, inside a room I had never seen before. Tall arched windows looked out over green hills stretching toward a quiet mountain range.I tried to sit up, but my limbs refused the command. My body felt empty, stripped of every drop of strength and divine power. The magic beneath my skin, usually hummed like a hive of bees, was dead silence."Do not force yourself to rise, child," a voice spoke from the corner.The woman in white sat on a low wooden chair beside a stone hearth. She wore the same clean robes, her silver hair braided loosely over one shoulder. She held a shallow porcelain bowl in her lap, mixing dried leaves with a small wooden pestle."Where am I?" I rasped, my throat feeling like dry sand. "Where is Vane?""
SYLVIAMy fingers relaxed against the blood-slicked masonry, slipping away from Vane's shirt as every fibre in my arms surrendered.The last thread holding my mind upright snapped. My cheek hit the ruined ground beside his shoulder, my vision greying out as dark clouds swept in from the edges of my mind.My body went limp, motionless in the pooling red fluid.Beside me, the woman in white knelt. She did not recoil at the blood soaking into the lower hem of her clean dress.She extended both palms an inch above the jagged tear in Vane's body. No black smoke rose from her hands.No wild energy crackled through the space. Instead, an illumination as soft as dawn spread from her fingers, sinking into his flesh.Vane's body, which had been thrashing in agony under my corrupted power, settled into a deep stillness. His ragged gasps eased, turning into steady, even breaths. The deep crimson fluid that had been spurting from his body ceased its flow, the open edges of his flesh knitting toge
SYLVIAI pressed both palms down onto Vane's chest, forcing every drop of energy left in my body into his open wound. The corrupted black light poured from my skin in thick, volatile waves, mixing directly with his blood as his whole body jerked beneath my touch."Stay awake!" I shouted into his face, my voice cracking violently as tears ran down my cheeks, cutting pale tracks through the crimson stains on my skin. "Look at me, Vane! Look right at me! You survived the border! You survived his commander! You cannot close your eyes now! Do you hear me? Keep them open!"Vane's lips parted, a small line of dark blood trailing down his chin and pooling in the hollow of his neck. His hand twitched against my wrist, his fingers feeling freezing cold against my burning skin. His eyes were unfocused, glassy and wet, struggling to hold mine as his chest rose in short, uneven, agonizing pulls."I am trying, Sylvia," he rasped, his voice barely a breath above the sound of my heaving lungs. "I am.
SYLVIA "Crypian?" I whispered, sounding pathetic. He didn't even flinch at the sound of my voice, nor did he turn to look at me. He just kept basking in Willow's beauty and Willow? She had her face turned to him. I could see the care for me that she had shown in the attic slowly fading away."Cr
SYLVIA "I... I can't," I whimpered."Swear it!" she barked, shaking my arms. "Swear you won't marry the Prince!”For years, I had been the shadow of my sister. I was the Omega who scrubbed the floors while Willow practised her dancing with teachers that we struggled to afford. I was the daughter w
SYLVIA. I shook where I stood, trying my hardest not to look at him.“Please don't kill me,” I murmured, my body shaking more. “P-please, don't kill me.” My vision was blurring over and I felt faint.Was I going to die? By the hands of the one who was supposed to swear to love me for the rest of
SYLVIA They didn't wait for me to respond before dragging me away. “W-wait. I can explain.” I tried begging but they refused to listen and everyone was already snickering and making fun of me. I turned my head in Willow's direction, begging for her to help me but she turned her head away, coveri







