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The Aftermath in Solara

Author: Merryn
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-23 03:35:46

POV: Selene

The doors of the Loom’s chamber closed behind me without a touch.

I stood on the high terrace of Solara with the taste of thunder still in my mouth and the tremor of that bodiless Voice grinding through my bones. Below, the divine city glittered like a sea of hammered gold and white stone. Spires rose like frozen flames; bridges of light arced from tower to tower, singing softly as the winds passed through their latticework. In the courtyards, lesser deities rehearsed their rituals the way mortals practice breathing—mindless, necessary.

None of it felt steady.

Fate had spoken. Not to the council. To me. And the world had tilted.

A silver-winged page landed on the balustrade, bowing low. “Moon-Queen. The Council convenes. They demand—”

“I know what they demand,” I said, and the frost in my voice made him flinch. I had not meant to frighten him. My hands were still shaking. “Announce me.”

He sprang aloft, leaving a trail of motes in the air. Below, the curtains of the Ober H
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