جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 80

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

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

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

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

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