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Chapter sixty: I just want my son not a savior
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The cursed mate's return One hundred and thirty one: floating magic
Freya's pov “Don’t light another fire,” Rowan said quietly, rolling his cloak and slinging it over his shoulder. “We’ve drawn enough attention already.”Mira raised an eyebrow. “So we just walk back into the world cold and hungry?”“Yes,” he said. “Preferably unnoticed.”“Too late for that,” Finnick muttered, rubbing at the side of his head like it still ached. “I can feel it watching us. Still. Like something left its eyes behind.”Kye stood a few feet from me, arms crossed, gaze on the trees like he expected them to reach out and pull us back into the Hollows. “It’s not watching,” he said. “It’s waiting.”I tightened the strap on my pack. “Then we don’t give it a reason to follow.”No one argued.We left the edge of the Hollows behind in silence, each step pulling us further from the place where everything had split and shifted but the distance didn’t matter. I could feel the weight of what I’d done like a hollowness in my chest. Where the memory had been, there was only quiet now.
The cursed mate's return One hundred and thirty: the memory price
Freya's pov We didn’t speak for a long time after the fire returned to normal. The echo of me or whatever she had been was gone. The forest had closed back over her place like flesh knitting over a wound, but the wound was still there, deep and festering beneath the bark and moss and stone.I kept my hand clenched, palm pressed to my side, trying to ignore the throb pulsing from the sigil. It wasn’t just pain it was urgency, like a tether pulling taut, dragging me toward something unseen but inevitable.The Hollows had always been strange, but now they felt hungry.“Keep moving,” Rowan said quietly. He didn’t meet my eyes. “We don’t want to be here when the light fades again.”Kye fell in beside me, close enough that our shoulders brushed as we walked. His hand occasionally twitched toward his spear, even though nothing had followed us yet.We moved fast through the underbrush, but it didn’t feel fast enough. The woods were heavier now, pressing down on us with every step, the trees
The cursed mate's return One hundred and twenty nine: not me but mine
Freya's pov “She looked like me,” I said, voice low. “But not.”Mira stopped sharpening her blade and glanced up. “You sure it wasn’t a trick? Illusion magic can mimic—”“No.” I met her eyes. “It was me. Or some version. Just… hollowed out.”Kye paced the edge of the firelight, restless. “Then that thing didn’t just want to kill you. It wanted to replace you.”“I don’t think it could.” I tugged my knees closer to my chest. “But it tried. It knew how.”Finnick stirred with a groan, dragging one arm over his face. “Tell me we’re not still in that damn ruin.”Rowan knelt beside him, offering water. “No. You’re safe. We pulled out fast.”“Then why,” Finnick muttered, taking a shaky sip, “do I feel like something's still clawing around in my head?”Because it was. But I didn’t say that out loud.Instead, I stood. The forest pressed in around us dark, damp, quiet. Too quiet. Even the usual night sounds crickets, owls, wind were missing.“Kye,” I said softly. “We’re not alone.”His spear wa
The cursed mate's return One hundred and twenty eight: open door
Freya's pov The fog closed behind us like a breath held too long.Each step toward the edge of the valley pulled the warmth from my bones. Not from cold but from something older. Like the world itself was watching.“I hate this kind of quiet,” Mira muttered as we crossed the bridge. “Like the trees are praying for us.”Kye was at my side, spear slung over his shoulder. “Or warning.”We followed the strangers through the mists. They didn’t look back once, didn’t speak, didn’t falter. Their robes barely moved even though the wind was beginning to rise.“They're walking like people who’ve already seen what’s waiting,” Finnick whispered behind me. “And still decided to go.”That should’ve stopped me.It didn’t.The ground sloped gently until the trees gave way to flat stone. Black and smooth, veined with pale blue light—glowing faintly beneath our feet. The three figures stopped in the center of a circular ruin. I didn’t recognize it.But part of me did.“This place isn’t on any map,” Ro
The cursed mate's return One hundred and twenty seven: the second gate
Freya's pov The third morning came with fog really thick, white, and still. Like the world was holding its breath again.I stepped outside and felt it instantly. Something wasn't right outside there.Suddenly.Kye met my eyes as he walked up the hill, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets. “You feel that?”I nodded. “It’s different. its not wrong either but moving around now.Finnick came up behind us, yawning. “You two always know when something’s coming. Must be nice.”Mira was already awake, perched on a fence post like a cat, eyes scanning the woods. “It’s not coming from the valley,” she said. “It’s coming from the sky.”We all looked up but they sky was as clear as innocence, just clouds.But deep in my chest, something growled like a string being pulled tighter.Rowan joined us last, carrying two spears and a look on his face I hadn’t seen in a while or maybe that was wariness.“We have visitors,” he said quietly. “Far end of the valley. Three figures. Hooded.”Finnick sig
The cursed mate's return One hundred and twenty eight: hollow twins
Freya's pov The mist thickened as we followed the three figures into the woods. No one spoke.The trees stretched tall around us not twisted or dead like those near the Hollow, but ancient. Waiting. The kind of forest that didn’t mind being forgotten.Every step we took, the silence grew deeper. Not empty silence aware silence. Like the forest was listening to our thoughts, our doubts.Mira was the first to speak. Her voice was low, clipped. “Where are we going?”The woman in grey, the one who had spoken first, didn’t turn. “To the boundary.”“What boundary?” Finnick asked, clearly annoyed. “We’ve crossed so many, I’ve lost track.”The golden-eyed man finally glanced back. “The last one.”A chill ran down my spine. I didn’t ask if he meant final as in the end of the road, or the end of us.Kye moved closer to me. His shoulder brushed mine but steadying. “You okay?” he murmured.I nodded. “Just… listening.”“To what?”“The quiet,” I snapped.Because it wasn’t just quiet anymore.It wa
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