Semua Bab HER DAUGHTER'S REJECTED MATE : Bab 171 - Bab 180

THE REMNANT CITIES  POV: Multiple (Ceres, Xavier, Kaelenna, Elian, Leyra) The Charred Spine Mountains—6Months Later The first city to rise was Elaris. They did not call it by its former name—Flamehold. That name had burned with the crown. Elaris meant "rooted fire" in the old tongue. Not a weapon. Not a throne. Just warmth, shared and eternal. Ceres stood at the gate of the city, her cloak dusted with ash and her hands stained with ink. She had been helping draft walls, not decrees. And for the first time in her life, she found satisfac

The Child GrowsPOV: Nya (Narrated Epistle with Interwoven Scenes)Somewhere Beyond Time—The Ink Between AgesA warm quill glides across aged parchment.The ink does not smear—it pulses faintly, the color of volcanic gold, shifting between hues like a living ember. The hand that holds the quill is steady. Deliberate. Young, yet ancient.And the voice that speaks is quiet.Soft as a lullaby.“To the One Who Comes After…” I do not know your name, child.Not yet.But I feel you—somewhere in the soft thrum of time’s turning skin. I feel your heartbeat ripple through memory like wind over water. You are not born in my world… but you will wake in one shaped by it.And so, I write this.Not as a queen. Not as a flame. Not as the girl they tried to name.But as one who remembers.An Orchard Grown fro

ECHOES OF THE FIRE  POV: Interwoven—Ceres, Nya, a Dreaming Wolf, and a Child of the New Flame North of Hollowfen—Deep Forest Ranges The wolf stirred. Not because of scent, nor sound, nor hunger. But because of the fire. It moved in her sleep, coiling not to consume but to whisper. A warmth that pulsed behind her eyes and curled around her spine like an ancient lullaby. Her ears twitched. Her paws flexed. And then

LENA’S LEGACY  POV: Interwoven—Maera, the Headmistress, a New Flameborn Girl, and Ceres Ashvale Ridge—Dawn The first bell rang not with iron, but with wind chimes strung from phoenix feathers and carved ashwood bones. It was gentle. And it echoed across the soft hills of Ashvale like a memory returned. Maera stood just outside the eastern arch, eyes bright with the sting of wind—or perhaps something more profound. Her hand rested on the gatepost, where an inscription had been recently etched in soft amberglass.

THE RIVER REMEMBERS  POV: Nya (primary), Maera, The River, and the Realm The River of Tongues—Dawn It was not the largest river in the realm. It did not thunder like the Glathian Falls, nor cut valleys like the Redwine Gorge. But none of those waters had a voice. The River of Tongues did. And it had not spoken in over a hundred years. Until now.  Nya stood at the river's edge, cloaked not in silk or fire o