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One hundred and ninety two: the Catacline

Penulis: Asheeda max
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-03 21:26:14

Freya's pov

I stood before the monolith, watching the symbols orbit like slow, dying stars.

They were mine.

I had carved them into the leyline the last time I was here or a version of me had. I still didn’t remember how, only that it had cost her everything and now I was back.

Because whatever lived inside this place, whatever wore my shape and bled my rage across the world, was built from what I forgot and I was done forgetting.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Kye asked, voice tight.

I didn’t answer right away. I let my hand hover over the monolith, just above the surface. The stone didn’t feel cold. It felt aware, Like something on the other side of it had leaned in to listen.

“I’m remembering,” I said.

“That doesn’t sound like a plan,” Finnick muttered.

“It’s not,” I said quietly. “It’s the beginning of one.”

The leyline twisted as my fingers touched the stone.A shivering in the center of me, like gravity shifting its loyalty.

Runes flared brighter. Not just above the surfaced und
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    Freya's povI stood before the monolith, watching the symbols orbit like slow, dying stars.They were mine.I had carved them into the leyline the last time I was here or a version of me had. I still didn’t remember how, only that it had cost her everything and now I was back.Because whatever lived inside this place, whatever wore my shape and bled my rage across the world, was built from what I forgot and I was done forgetting.“Do you know what you’re doing?” Kye asked, voice tight.I didn’t answer right away. I let my hand hover over the monolith, just above the surface. The stone didn’t feel cold. It felt aware, Like something on the other side of it had leaned in to listen.“I’m remembering,” I said.“That doesn’t sound like a plan,” Finnick muttered.“It’s not,” I said quietly. “It’s the beginning of one.”The leyline twisted as my fingers touched the stone.A shivering in the center of me, like gravity shifting its loyalty.Runes flared brighter. Not just above the surfaced und

  • The cursed mate's return    One hundred and ninety one: after the light

    Freya's povThe light thinned, It unravel slowly, like mist peeling away from the surface of water, leaving the air raw and cold in its absence.My feet touched stone again. My body remembered weight. My lungs remembered breath.But I was not the same.I had a body but it didn’t quite feel like mine anymore. The leyline still burned in my blood, but it wasn’t a wound now. It was... direction. Motion. A current pulling me forward even when I stood still.I opened my eyes. Velza gasped.Kye stumbled backward, his mouth open, his hands raised instinctively—as if to shield himself from something too bright.Only Logan didn’t flinch.He just stared, sword still at his side, jaw clenched."Freya?" Velza's voice cracked like dry stone. "Is that you?"I nodded. "Yes."It wasn’t a lie. But it wasn’t the whole truth either.The Beacon behind me hummed, alive now, awake for the first time in centuries. I could feel Finnick in every pulse. His presence. His steadiness. His choice.They couldn’t f

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    Finnick's pov I thought I’d become part of the stone but I was wrong.Stone doesn’t remember. I did.I remembered the way Freya’s hand fit in mine. The weight of her, soft and strong, the way she held back the fire not with power, but with will. I remembered every breath that led us here — the way Logan carried guilt like a sword strapped to his back, the way Velza never blinked when she was afraid, the way Kye always knew when to say nothing at all.And I remembered my own fear. That I’d be useless in the end.That all I could offer was loyalty, a body to break in place of someone who mattered more.But now I was the Beacon and the Beacon mattered.Even here, even in this in-between place where space had no shape and time had no spine. I could feel the world above me. Cracked, strained, waiting. The leyline was alive now, burning under the surface like a pulse under skin and it was hungry.It wanted more."They’re waking."Freya’s voice again, not distant this time, but inside me,

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    Finnick's povThe moment we stepped forward, the light changed.It wasn’t bright. Not like fire. Not like the glow that lived beneath Freya’s skin. It was softer. Pale blue. Almost silver. Like moonlight filtered through frost.The marks on the walls pulsed once, then faded, as if acknowledging us and then stepping back. The Beacon didn’t need to speak. It was listening.The others stood still behind us. Velza near the threshold, her eyes wide and wary. Kye with his book half-open, lips moving but no words coming out. Logan stood with one hand resting on the hilt of his blade, unreadable.I kept my hand in Freya’s.The ground shifted again. Not movement. More like pressure. Like something watching us had leaned in closer.Freya’s glow started to pulse again. Just beneath her skin. Barely there, but steady.She didn’t flinch.She raised her other hand and placed it against the ruined stone at the center of the Beacon. Her fingers touched blackened rock, but I saw something shift in her

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