Elara POVThe city had never felt smaller. Every alleyway, every cobblestone street seemed to press inward, as if the walls themselves had heard the rumors before I even left the palace.I had known whispers traveled fast. I had not known they could catch fire.Lyra had done it. She had taken every scrap of my secret, my ancestry, my bloodline, my connection to relics, and spread it for the nobles and the citizens to devour. The announcement had arrived in scrolls, in town criers’ voices, in merchants whispering as they sold bread. Even the guards passing me in the street leaned in, eager to repeat the gossip.The first thing I noticed was the sudden weight in my chest. My mark pulsed beneath my collarbone, not wildly, but insistently, like a heartbeat daring the world to ignore it.I stopped mid-step. The wind carried a faint scent of ozone, sharp and metallic, and I realized the mark’s magic had already alerted something far above. Somewhere in the Moon’s watchful orbit, my existence
Last Updated : 2026-02-01
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