Lahat ng Kabanata ng ECLIPSE BORN: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 107

{Ava’s POV}~ Some Days Later ~ The bells began at dawn.Not the sharp, celebratory chime used for victories or coronations— but the low, slow toll reserved for endings that mattered. Each strike rolled across the Palace grounds like a breath released too carefully, echoing through stone corridors, over battlements, down into streets still stained with the memory of war.They rang for Calita.I stood at the foot of the Palace steps, hands bare, shoulders unarmored, the morning air cold against my skin. I hadn’t worn my armor or any important clothing today. I hadn’t worn anything that marked me as Eclipse-born, or Warg, or future anything. Just black cloth and the weight of knowing exactly who we were about to lay to rest.They brought her out slowly.The casket was simple— dark wood, moon-carved, unadorned by sigils or rank. That had been my choice. Calita had never wanted attention. She had spent her life in the spaces behind others, in the pauses between danger and disaster, doing

{Ava’s POV}The training yard rang with the sound of impact.Steel against steel. Claws against claws. Boots scraping stone and breath tearing from lungs already pushed past comfort.I welcomed it.Pain was honest. Exhaustion was simple. They didn’t ask questions or drag memories back into the light.“Again,” I said.The warrior across from me—a Moonspire General with a healed scar across his cheek, hesitated for half a heartbeat before raising his guard again. He had learned, as most of them had, that hesitation was worse than recklessness when facing me.We circled.I felt the familiar hum beneath my skin—not the wild surge of the eclipse, not the consuming darkness of battle, but the steadier thing I was learning to live with. Control. I was sparring in order to learn control and be able to fight normally without triggering the eclipse energy. The General lunged.I sidestepped, hooked his ankle with my foot, and drove my shoulder into his chest. He hit the ground hard enough to k

{Liam’s POV}The Dungeons Keep was quieter than I remembered after all the rebels had either been shown mercy and sent away or rehabilitated.For those few days, it felt like this keep had been a place of sound. Chains shifting. Guards muttering. Prisoners screaming. Even when no one spoke, the air itself had seemed to hum with tension, as if the stones remembered every crime committed within them.Now?Nothing.No whispers.No defiance.No venomous laughter echoing from behind iron bars.Just silence.Final and absolute.I stood at the threshold of the lower chamber, hands clasped behind my back, my boots planted on cold stone darkened by old blood. Torches burned steadily along the walls, their flames calm— too calm, casting long shadows that refused to move.Revna’s cell lay open.Empty.The shackles hung uselessly against the wall, silver cuffs dulled by time and friction. The floor had been scrubbed clean, but there were stains no amount of water could erase— not if you knew wher