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Chapter seventy one: eyes in the sky

Freya's povThey didn’t blink, they just hung there__those nine burning eyes above us, watching from a sky that no longer felt like our own. At first, I thought it was just me seeing them. A trick of exhaustion or grief. But the others saw them too.Even the wolves wouldn’t howl anymore.Every breath I took felt heavy, like the air itself had thickened. The world was quiet__too quiet. Like the moment right before a scream.Finnick stood beside me on the hill, arms crossed over his chest, gaze locked on the sky. “They haven’t moved,” he said.“No,” I replied softly. “But we both feel it, they’re not just watching. They’re… waiting.”Below us, the camp stirred with unease. Murmurs__Glances at the sky, whispers of curses and gods and doom. Some dropped to their knees and prayed. Others sharpened blades like that would matter.“They’ve been up there for three days,” Finnick said. “Three. Days.”I nodded. “And still no sound, no message no sign. Just… presence.”The child hadn’t spoken sinc

Chapter seventy two: the celestial eyes

Freya's pov The moment his knees hit the ground, I was there.I caught him before he could fall forward, his small frame trembling in my arms. His eyes were open but he wasn’t here. They gleam with too much light as if the stars are trapped behind glass.“Talk to me,” my voice almost pleading “Please.”His lips moved but no sound. Mouth forming words I didn’t know, couldn’t understand but I felt them in my bones.Finnick knelt beside us, he didn’t speak. We both felt it now—something threading through the air like the scent of ozone before a lightning strike.“What’s happening to him?” Finnick asked, voice tight.“I don’t know,” I said. “But he’s not alone in there.”We carried him back to the healer’s tent, though I knew no wound or potion could fix this. He wasn’t sick. He was....becoming, more like transitioning.That night, while he slept, I sat with the rune-burned scrolls we’d taken from the Moonstone crypt. Symbols danced before my eyes. One pattern stood out, echoing the rhy

Chapter seventy three: the tear knows my name

Freya's pov "You did not protect me, so I called something that will."The words kept resounding, shimmering into my thoughts. The sentence blurred before my eyes, but its meaning sliced through me, sharp as a blade made of memory.“No,” I breathed. The sound barely escaped my lips. “No, no, no…”The tent flaps rustled behind me. Finnick entered, voice like thunder wrapped in fear. “Where is he?”There was no reply I could give that would make sense.Gone, he was simply… gone. No trace. Not even a scent on the air or a print on the ground. No warmth lingering where he had been. Just that single line, blazing softly, and the faint hum in the atmosphere, as if reality had been stretched too far.The Seer was still crouched near the fire, her eyes glassy, her body trembling. She rocked in place, whispering sounds without meaning.I dropped beside her, gripping her thin shoulders, desperate for something,anything. “Tell me what happened, I need to know, tell me now....”Her pupils dilate

Chapter seventy four: one must die to close entirely

“Go back! You’re not supposed to be here.”The voice hit me like a thunderstorm. It roared and was layered with three tones in one. A child’s whisper, a man’s warning and something else…not like human.I looked up, at him.He stood tall at the edge of the gate, glowing, impossible. His long coat moved in the wind that came from nowhere. His hair was white like snow, and his eyes, nine of them blinked slowly, like they saw all, know all.I stood still, looking confused, fear glooming within me.This wasn’t just anyone, it was him.Not the boy Freya held in her arms, not our son, but the person he might become.“No,” I said quietly. “This isn’t real, none of these is real, you're threatening me. I'm still his mother”“It is,” he answered. “I remember standing where you are but you were already dead.”I stepped forward, my legs shaking like they want to give me away. “Yeah? Well, I’m not dead yet and I'm not dying.”His many eyes blinked again, this time calm, slow. “You should have bee

Chapter seventy five: painful decisions

Freya's povDarkness.That was the first thing I knew, not sleep, not rest. Just… darkness. Heavy and thick, like it had weight and wanted to hold me under.But then I felt a warmness in me, a hand in mine, followed by a voice. His voice.“Freya… please... stay with me.”That voice pulled me back. Through the pain, through the fog in my head. I opened my eyes slowly, everything was blurry. Light flickered around the edges. My body ached all over. My magic felt… drained. Like it had been worn out of me.I turned my head. He was kneeling beside me, eyes full of worry. His face was unveiled with sorrow, a cut on his cheek still bleeding, but he smiled when he saw me wake up.“You’re alive,” he said slowly, almost sobbing.“Barely,” I said. My throat was dry. “Is he......?”He didn’t let me finish. He turned and showed me our son, curled up between us, breathing, his small chest rising and falling. His hair was silver-white now, and something about him had changed. He looked older, not in

Chapter seventy six: the child who closed the sky

Finnick's pov The moment my son stepped toward the coin, I felt everything inside me freeze.His voice was too calm, too grown. It wasn’t the voice of a boy anymore. It was old, deeper, like he was speaking with the weight of lives we hadn’t lived yet.And it broke me.I stepped in front of him.“No,” I said firmly. My voice didn’t shake, but my hands did. “You’re not doing this. I won’t allow it.”He didn’t flinch. He just looked up at me, his silver eyes steady. So much like mine once were… before everything changed. Before this war, this magic, this Rift.“You don’t understand,” he said gently. “If one of you dies, I grow up without you. If I’m the one to go, that future doesn’t happen. He doesn’t happen.”He meant the other version of himself. The one we had to fight. The dark one, twisted by grief, by loneliness. A boy left behind to become something monstrous.Freya grabbed his arm too, her eyes wide with panic and pain.“You’re our child,” she whispered. “You are not a sacrifi

Chapter seventy seven: wounded souls

Finnick's pov The sun didn’t rise the next morning. At least, it didn’t feel like it. Light touched the sky eventually, pushing away the dark in slow, shy strokes. But the warmth never came. Not for me, not for Freya or for the place where our son once stood.The Rift was gone, closed but so was he.I don’t know how long we sat there. The grass around us had turned stiff with frost, and the ground felt like stone under my knees. I kept waiting for something to happen. For a sound, a change and a whisper in the wind, anything to tell me that it hadn’t really happened.But there was nothing, no sign of him.Freya didn’t cry, not right away. She just sat with her head pressed to my shoulder, her arms wrapped around herself like she was holding in the pieces of her heart. Her hair was tangled, streaked with dirt and blood. I was scared to touch her, like she might shatter.I wanted to speak. To say something, anything, that would make it better. But every word I thought of felt too smal

Chapter seventy eight: old magic

“Why are you here, Finnick?” My voice broke the silence like a stone thrown into still water.He stood just a few feet away, the wind tugging at his dark jacket. His hair was messy from the walk, his jaw tight, like he had rehearsed this moment a hundred times.“I came to see you,” he said, his voice low.I turned away and looked out over the trees. From the cliff, the village below looked small and far away. Peaceful. It didn’t feel peaceful in my chest.“You saw me once,” I said bitterly. “And you walked away.”“I didn’t know........”“Don’t lie,” I cut in sharply, spinning to face him. “You knew. You knew I was your mate, and you rejected me. Right there. In front of everyone.”He winced, like the memory stung him too. “I was wrong. I was scared.”I stared at him, trying to understand how a man as strong as Finnick Logan could ever be scared.“I was raised to believe power was everything,” he said. “That anything less made you weak. My mother… she told me if I accepted you, it would

Chapter seventy nine: she left me

Finnick's povThe moment the pale figures stepped from the trees, now very visible. I quickly moved in front of Freya.It wasn’t instinct.It was guilt, pain and something else I couldn’t name.The figure that spoke to her... it wasn’t just old. It was wrong like it didn’t belong in our world.“You don’t need him,” it said, eyes glowing as it looked at me. “He failed you once. He’ll fail you again.”I growled deep in my throat, shifting fully into my wolf form, but Freya didn’t.She stayed as she was human, strong, stiff.Her eyes didn’t leave the creature. “What are you?”The figure smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “I am a memory. A whisper from the blood you carry. The power your son used… it came from us, we are the owners of that power.” the voice thundered.Freya took a slow step forward. “Then why now? Why show yourself, why didn't you go hidden forever?”“Because it begins again. You’ve touched the Rift. You’ve broken the seal. The Forgotten rise once more.”I didn’t like

Chapter eighty: finding my true self

Freya's pov"Freya!"I could still hear Finnick calling my name somewhere far behind, but I didn’t stop, not because I didn’t care, but because I had to know.I had to understand who I was, what I really was.The pale figure moved ahead, gliding instead of walking. The trees shifted around it like they were afraid to touch it.My feet hurt, but I kept walking.“Where are we going?” I asked finally.It didn’t look back. “To where it began.”The forest slowly changed and all the trees turned old, taller. The ground was softer, covered in thick moss. I felt something stir in the air like a memory waiting to wake.“I don’t even know your name,” I said.“You wouldn’t remember it,” it replied. “But once, I walked in your dreams as a child. You cried when I left.”A chill ran through me and my expressions confused.“I don’t remember that.”“You weren’t ready then but you are now.”We walked for what felt like hours. The sky turned gold through the trees, the sun started to set.Finally, we

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