Todos os capítulos de The Phoenix Bride Rises: Trust Was Her First Mistake : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

The dust from the orb still lingered in the air, faintly golden, as if refusing to settle. Arla-Rosa stood at the heart of the shrine, hands still trembling. Not from fear, but from a recognition so deep it vibrated in her marrow. This was her birthright. Her beginning. Her mother’s sacrifice, her father’s defiance, her own survival, it all started here.Cedric did not speak. He stood close, not as a duke or protector, but as a man witnessing his beloved walk back into the pages of a history that tried to erase her. Cassian ran his fingers along a faded relief on the wall, eyes sharp behind childlike wonder. “It’s a map. I think. A map of the old island layout...”He pointed at a glowing marker. “This shrine is the Flame Core. It was the heart of the Saphiren Clan. But... here...” he tapped another dimmed section to the far west, “...this was once called The Haven of the First Healer. It’s marked by the crescent bloom.” Arla-Rosa blinked. “The same bloom carved into Mother’s pendant..

The light within the sanctuary was different now. It was no longer just flickers of ancestral fire, but something fuller, and warmer. The kind of glow that breathed with memory, and with legacy. Arla-Rosa walked slowly through the inner sanctum, with Cedric beside her, and the twins skipping ahead in wide-eyed wonder. Every corner of the space whispered a forgotten truth, calling out pieces of herself she did not even know she had lost.Crystal-lit walls bore carvings of phoenixes in flight, swirling flame patterns, and stars that mirrored the night sky. Beneath their feet, tiles inscribed with swirling glyphs lit up briefly as they passed, as if acknowledging their presence.Cassian was scribbling in a small notebook, his young mind racing. “These symbols aren’t just for show. They’re instructions. Like a map... but for energy." He placed his palm against a mosaic. It pulsed back at him.“It recognizes your bloodline,” Arla said softly, watching her son. Her heart beat faster as she

Dawn broke with amber light washing across the sanctuary’s weathered stones. Though it had only been one day since Arla-Rosa walked the Flamebridge, the sanctuary already felt different, alive, like a resting beast roused from slumber.Deep within the sanctum, Neris and Joren led Arla-Rosa, Cedric, and the twins into a hidden chamber known as the Oath Hollow. It had once been used for solemn pacts between the Saphiren leaders and their most trusted kin. Here, beneath a canopy of arching crystal vines and a celestial skylight carved into the mountain itself, the loyalists would perform the Rite of Reclamation.Neris held a scroll in both hands, ancient and sealed with phoenix wax. “This is the scroll of Matriarchal Flame. Signed in blood by the first clan mother. When spoken aloud in the presence of her living descendant, it will awaken the seal and grant you dominion over the sanctuary and its ancestral magic.”Cassian and Celeste stood wide-eyed, their excitement carefully masked wit

The tunnel that led from the Basin of Memory twisted deeper into the mountain, descending in silence. The torches on the walls burned with blue flame, reacting to Arla-Rosa’s presence, casting long shadows that danced ahead of the family and their loyal guides.Torren walked ahead, his eyes constantly scanning the old runes that now glowed softly, awakened by ancient blood. Behind him, Arla-Rosa moved with deliberate steps, her pendant pulsing with warmth. Cedric kept close to her side, watchful and calm, while Cassian and Celeste whispered occasionally to each other, sensing the gravity of their journey.The tunnel widened at last into a vast cavern lit by moonstones embedded in the ceiling. A stone altar rested at its center, wreathed in concentric rings of phoenix-shaped carvings etched into the floor. In the air hung a silence both holy and trembling. Senna stepped forward first. "This is the Veiled Altar. The final rite of reclamation must be performed here. Once complete, the sa

The sanctuary’s air was awash with incense and the subtle hum of ancestral energy. Dawn’s light spilled gently over the Saphiren grounds, glinting off golden stone and fire-forged glyphs. The sanctuary, once dormant, now pulsed with life, and the legacy of the clan awakened in full.Arla-Rosa sat beside the healing bed carved from phoenixwood, watching her mother’s chest rise and fall. Amarantha’s features were softer now, her breathing steady under the influence of ancient healing brews and Cassian’s carefully applied salves. But even in sleep, her brows furrowed, haunted by years of torment.Senna knelt at the foot of the bed, whispering old Saphiren prayers. Torren stood at the doorway, his hand on the hilt of his blade, vigilant. Cedric entered the chamber, quiet as dusk, bearing a small bowl of steaming soup. He set it on a nearby table and came to Arla-Rosa’s side. "She hasn’t woken yet?""No," Arla-Rosa whispered. "But I can feel her soul trying to climb back. Like a candle in