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Chapter 75: The Whisper Beneath the Roots
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2025-08-08 19:00:02A silver fog filtered the morning light and rounded the edges of the awakening world. Gentle puffs escaped from chimneys into the sky and village life resumed. There was a rustle of footfalls on the trodden path outside the orchard. Somehow a dog barked twice and stopped, satisfied.
Serakha was pacing up and down between the rows of the orchard. Her wrap was wet at the hem with dew, and the tips of her fingers floated a little above the young leaves, as if she were afraid to touch them. The trees were small, not much higher than our shoulders, but they were straight and firm. Even the wind appeared to still for them, as if to listen.She let out a breath and dropped into a crouch, her fingers finding purchase in the earth. There was a pulse under her skin, not pain, not quite fear. And more like a heartbeat whose number she had simply forgotten.Dreams had been snaring around her like thorns, for three nights
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The trip north seemed less dramatic than they had expected. Not quiet — birds in trees, wind in grass, the soft crush of boots over dry earth. But it was the kind of quiet that raised the hair on your arms. “There was something in that that for me was like, somebody played a song and forgot the melody. As though the world held its breath.Lucian felt it first. His hand rested on the hilt of his old sword, but there was no enemy in front of him. “`There’s something bad coming from the land,’” he was muttering."Yes," agreed Serakha, and gazed out to the horizon. “It feels... pulled back. As though the world is holding its breath for something.”They passed crumbling fences, abandoned wells, houses with open doors but not a footprint near. The villages were empty. Not ravaged — abandoned. No signs of struggle. No sign of why.Just gone.By the third day
Torn Between Alphas Chapter 75: The Whisper Beneath the Roots
A silver fog filtered the morning light and rounded the edges of the awakening world. Gentle puffs escaped from chimneys into the sky and village life resumed. There was a rustle of footfalls on the trodden path outside the orchard. Somehow a dog barked twice and stopped, satisfied.Serakha was pacing up and down between the rows of the orchard. Her wrap was wet at the hem with dew, and the tips of her fingers floated a little above the young leaves, as if she were afraid to touch them. The trees were small, not much higher than our shoulders, but they were straight and firm. Even the wind appeared to still for them, as if to listen.She let out a breath and dropped into a crouch, her fingers finding purchase in the earth. There was a pulse under her skin, not pain, not quite fear. And more like a heartbeat whose number she had simply forgotten.Dreams had been snaring around her like thorns, for three nights
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The morning light poured like honey across the meadow, warming Lucian’s skin before his eyes had even unsealed. Somewhere close by, birds chirped, flitting between the branches of the trees Kael had disappeared into last night. What had been a fire last night was now only a circle of black ash and a few glowing pieces of coal.Serakha was still curled next to him, her breath warm and even. He turned his head a little, trying not to wake her. Her face was peaceful now, not just still — healed. No more fire behind her eyes. No more burdening her. Just… her.Lucian let himself smile. A moment later, her eyelids fluttered open.“Morning,” he said softly.She blinked and smiled, slow and warm. “Still here.”“Still real,” he said, tapping her forehead lightly with his.She raised her blue and white stripped pajamas covered arms up toward the sky. “I dreamed I was in water,” she murmured. “A dark lake with moonlight on it. No fire. No fear. Just stillness.”Lucian chuckled. “Maybe we’ll find
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The light below them grew to engulf all that was. It wasn't warm. It wasn't cold. It just was. Weightless. Soundless. Like a fall, only not moving.Then there was a snap, like a string fraying. And they landed. It was soft beneath their feet — not dirt — not stone. Something in between. It was like treading on ash and satin; The sky overhead was red, streaked with veins of gold, pulsing languorously as though it were a living heart. There was no sun. No moon. Just that infinite sky on fire. Lucian looked around, sword half-drawn. “Where are we?”Kael peered into the distance with narrowed eyes. “It’s the inside of a mountain … but too big.”Serakha stood up slowly, dusting her arms. “We’re in the mind of it now. The Sleeping One. This is not a place. It’s… memory. Feeling.”Lucian kicked a pebble. It bounced, then became airborne,&e
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