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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE – “Shadows in the Flame”The ruins were quiet the next morning, the kind of quiet that felt too heavy to be peace. Rowan stood where the Sanctuary walls used to rise, the ancient scroll spread across a cracked stone slab. The faded ink glowed faintly, like embers buried under ash.Kai hovered close, arms crossed, his face still marked with soot from yesterday’s battle. Mistara knelt on the opposite side, tracing the dragonblood symbols without touching them.“It mentions the Dragonheart,” Kai said, voice low. “But the rest… it’s different from the old prophecy.”Mistara nodded. “This scroll wasn’t written for the first Dragonheart. It was written for the one who came after.” She looked at Rowan. “For whoever would rise when the flame woke again.”Rowan swallowed. “Me.”Mistara tapped a line where the ink darkened. “And here… this is the part you need to hear.” She read aloud:“Where one flame rises, another stirs. The second heart wakes in silence, drawn to the firs

CHAPTER 23 – The Broken ClanRowan felt the shift long before the messengers arrived. A pressure in the air, like the world holding its breath. By sunrise, Arcadia’s gates were already opening to a long line of travelers—tired faces, torn clothes, and ash scattered across their skin.Kai stepped beside her. “Embercrest clan,” he murmured. “They weren’t supposed to be this close to the Academy for another month.”Rowan’s stomach tightened. “Something chased them here.”A woman stepped forward first. Tall. Sharp eyes. Red braids streaked with soot. She carried authority without needing to say a word. Behind her, dozens of her people huddled together, carrying what little they had left.“I’m Rowan,” she said softly. “We’re here to help.”The woman’s expression hardened. “Help?” She looked Rowan up and down like the sight alone offended her. “You’re the one who should be answering for this.”Kai moved in instantly. “Watch your tone. She’s done nothing to you.”The woman ignored him. “Our

CHAPTER 25 – Flame TwinsRowan sat cross-legged on the floor of Mistara’s chamber, the low glow of enchanted lamps casting soft shadows on the walls. The air smelled faintly of ash and herbs. Mistara knelt across from her, hands hovering above a shallow bronze basin filled with flickering blue-and-gold flames.“Are you sure you want to do this?” Mistara asked, her voice cautious. “Once we enter the flame-memory, there’s no turning back until it’s done. You’ll see what the fire wants you to see.”Rowan clenched her fists in her lap. “I need to know. I need to understand… him.” Her eyes flicked to the flames, the same color she had seen at Storm Ridge. “The second Dragonheart. Whatever he is… I can feel him inside me.”Mistara nodded solemnly. “Very well. Brace yourself. Focus on your connection. Let the fire guide you.”Rowan leaned forward, placing her palms just above the shimmering surface. The flames rippled, curling toward her fingers like tendrils, warm but not burning. Her pulse

CHAPTER 27 – “Mirror of Flame”Rowan’s knees trembled as she stared at him. The hood had fallen back, and the blue fire in his eyes seemed to pierce straight through her. Every instinct screamed at her to run, yet her body refused to obey.“You… you’re Azeriel,” she said finally, voice barely steady.He inclined his head slowly, a small, almost amused smirk curling his lips. “I am. And you know me already, Rowan.”She clenched her fists at her sides. “I know what I felt. That doesn’t mean I understand why you’re here.”He took a deliberate step closer, the flames around him reacting, curling like living fingers. “I suppose it’s time I told you the truth.” His gaze never wavered from hers. “I wasn’t raised by dragons. I was raised by the Shadowfire Order.”Rowan froze. “The… Shadowfire Order?” She felt the words on her tongue like ice. “The same group that tried to destroy the first Dragonheart?”Azeriel’s lips curved in a bitter smile. “Exactly. They took what should have been mine. T

CHAPTER 29 – The Ruin ProphecyRowan and Kai entered the Oracle chamber beneath the ruins of Arcadia. The air was thick with dust and echoes of the past, the floor littered with broken tiles and faded runes. Mistara stood at the center, her hands hovering above an ancient stone basin, flames flickering with a pale, almost ghostly light.“You’re late,” Mistara said softly, her eyes scanning Rowan’s tired face. “And you’ve seen him.”Rowan nodded, gripping the edge of the stone railing. “He’s real. Too real. His fire… it reacts to mine. Everything I felt before… it’s nothing compared to now.”Kai stepped closer, placing a hand on her shoulder. “We’ll handle it, Rowan. Together.”She forced a small nod but didn’t meet his gaze. “I can’t stop feeling… alone in this.”Mistara’s eyes were sharp. “You won’t be alone, but you cannot underestimate him. He is not just a Dragonheart. He is the shadow of the prophecy itself.”Rowan’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”The flames in the basin shif