Lahat ng Kabanata ng The cursed mate's return : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Freya's pov I didn’t fall, I was the fall.There was no air in the Hollow Flame. No heat, no sound, no light yet I was being burned and screamed at and forged all at once. I thought I’d known pain. Thought I’d understood what power cost.No.This was not pain. This was unmaking.Every part of me that had a name, a memory, a voice, it was peeling away like old skin. My fingers dissolved. My legs crumbled. My thoughts bled out into fire.I forgot what it was to have lungs. To breathe and to love.Then, the fire spoke but not in words.In loss.My mother’s hands, broken from work. My father’s eyes, gone cold in the snow. My brother’s laughter the last time he hugged me.I relived every goodbye I never gave. Every scream I never released.I wanted to call out. To claw my way out of the flame.But there was no voice left in me.Because here, in the Hollow Flame, names meant nothing.Only truth survived.You carry our wound. The voice was all around me. Soft and cruel, gentle and merciless

Freya's pov “You sure about this?” Finnick asked, adjusting the straps of his armor.“No,” I answered, pulling my cloak tighter around my shoulders. “But that never stopped us before.”The path ahead twisted into darkness. The Sanctum of Silence didn’t just resist sound. It devoured it.“Why do they call it silence?” Kye asked. “Because it’s quiet or because nothing comes back out to tell the tale?”Mira shot him a look. “Both.”We stood on the jagged lip of a ravine, the last known trail to the Sanctum winding like a scar into the dead earth below.Rowan knelt at the edge, dragging his fingers through the ash-laced soil. “No prints. No tracks. Nothing’s been through here in years.”“Or it’s been erased,” I said.Finnick tilted his head. “You think the Sanctum is awake?”I didn’t answer. Because we all felt it like the pressure behind your eyes before a storm. The earth trembled ever so slightly, a warning not from nature, but from memory itself.“We go in fast,” I said. “And stay c

Freya's povI stood at the edge of the Sanctum’s judgment, the light from the cracks in the void casting fractured shadows across our faces. The weight of the voice’s decree hung in the air like a blade held to our throats.It should have been simple. There were answers I’d carried in my chest for years, truths sharpened by regret. One wrong made right? Of course I knew what I wanted. The moment my voice had summoned the storm that shattered the Bastion… I’d played god, and the world had bled for it.But looking at the others, Mira’s trembling hands still clutched in mine, Rowan’s clenched jaw, Finnick’s rare stillness, Kye’s haunted eyes. I realized something cruel and holy. I wasn’t the only one who had paid.The Sanctum had shown us more than guilt. It had shown us the cost.“What happens,” Mira asked, her voice barely above a whisper, “to the rest of the past, if one piece is changed?”The voice didn’t answer right away. Instead, a ripple passed through the darkness, and for the fi

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

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