AedanUnder the cover of night the castle had never been so loud. Not with battle cries or war horns, but with the low, taut noises of preparation: whispered orders, the clink of weapons, the dull thud of boots, the glowing of magical runes. Tension threaded through every movement; on every face sat the knowledge that in days—perhaps hours—something would happen for which there was no precedent in the history of the world. And it was not simply a battle, nor a siege: it was a birth. But not just any birth.The very air trembles around Nyra’s unborn children. The healers say they are not merely human fetuses, but that they possess an innate, magical resonance, as if whole other worlds beat within them. Rhaell, the archmage, simply called them “keys.” Since then the word has circulated among the people like a forbidden prayer: whispered in corridors, written in the margins of records, too feared to speak aloud, because everyone feels, with the weight of the world, that at this moment th
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