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The palace gates loomed behind them as they walked out into the soft, late afternoon light. Laura dressed in a flowing blue floral dress, delicate slippers, and her silver hair cascading freely down her back. She moved with an air of composed elegance.There was lightness in her steps, as if she no longer cared about the weight of the world on her shoulders. It was a stranger thing to see, the simplicity of the moment she usually radiated and the powerful aura she radiated.Beside her, Damian walked dressed in simple clothing, black jeans, a crisp button up shirt that seemed to glow in the sunlight. His shoulder length hair fluttered in the breeze, free from any tie or restraint, much like his expression. A mask of clam with something darker flickering beneath.The palace maids followed behind them, their arms laden with bags, eyes downcast, speaking only in whispers. They approached the convoy of sleek black waiting cars at the edge of the courtyard. The door swung open with a smoot

The moon hung low outside the tall arched windows, it’s pale glow spilling like liquid silver across the polished floor. The air was still, save for the faint whisper or rain against the glass.Laura sat at the edge of the bed she now shared with Damian, the silken folds of her nightdress pooling around her like soft moonlight. Her hair, free from its braid, fell in waves down her back, gleaming faintly each time the firelight flickered.An open book lay across her lap. The Flora of the Northern Valleys. But her eyes had long since drifted from the neat inked words. Her thoughts were miles away, circling back again and again to the maid who had called herself Desa.The strange touch.The quiet blessing.And those eyes… so kind, yet impossibly deep.“Elara,” she muttered inwardly, her fingers idly turning a page she hadn’t read. “Did you feel anything off… about her?”Elara’s voice answered a low, soft, velvety hum. “ No danger, Laura. Only calm. The Kind that humbles even beast like

The air shimmered around them, silver lights weaving through branches like living breath. The clearing pulsed with quiet power, and Laura could feel her own heart beat faltering beneath the weight of it. Laura’s throat worked as she tried to speak. “ My lady…” her voice trembled. “ The realms—“ The Goddess lifted a hand, and silence rolled through the clearing. Her eyes, twin orbs of celestial fire, turned toward Laura, filled with something ancient, sorrow and fierce, unyielding love. “One of the Celestial ones.” She said, her tone a melody of eternity, “has seen a vision. A shadow spreading across both heaven and earth. In this vision, there is war, a great and final war. I saw your mate, Damian, fall beneath a blade forged from despair. I saw your heart torn from you, your light fading, and evil rising to rule again.” The words struck Laura like thunder. She stumbled back, her breath catching in her chest. “No…” she whispered. “ No, that can’t be true, Damian. Me— we—“ “T

Laura looked up through the blur, strong hands steadied her and her heart jolted.“Damian…” she breathed, the name barely leaving her lips. His silver eyes locked onto hers, burning with worry and anger both.But before she could say more, a dark shadow moved behind him. She turned her head to look— too late, she felt the sharp merciless crack of a strike against her temple.Pain flared white. The world titled. Her knees buckled as darkness surged in.The last thing she heard before the voice claimed her was the echo of heavy footsteps fading into the meadow.Damian’s roar rippled through the silence. “Coward!” His voice was thunder, his aura like lightening through grass.The veiled woman froze mid stride, meeting his gaze for only a second before vanishing into the veil of light beyond the meadow, as though the world itself had swallowed her whole.Damian cursed under the breath, his chest heaving. He dropped to his knees beside Laura, brushing her hair from her face. “ Laura,” he m

The cave was collapsing in on itself. The walls screamed,the earth itself trembling as though in agony. Great shards of crystals broke from the ceiling, shattering into blind fragments that rained down in a storm of light and dust.Hope stumbled through the falling debris, clutching the glowing Crystal of Albion tightly against her chest. It pulsed silently, it’s hum deep and low, resonating through her bones.She didn’t cry out, not even as the ground split within her feet. The crystals rhythm was steady, almost guiding her steps through the chaos.“Hope!” Laura’s voice cut through the thunder of stone. She ducked beneath a falling slab, her arm burning from the gash across it. She grabbed the ancient sword from the rubble, it’s surface now gleaming with a strange, silver blue fire. Then she sprinted toward Hope.Dust clouded her vision, but she found her, small and fierce standing amid ruin with the crystal clutched tight.Laura didn’t hesitate. Who scooped Hope into her arms, holdi