Novel & Cerita A Shadow In The Ember

**MOON GODDESS** The child is a bridge. Not a weapon. Raise him in truth. Guard him not from the world—but *for* it. A gust of wind rippled the field. The light began to fade. **MOON GODDESS** And beware the one who carries your face in shadow. She walks still. **EMBER** Who? But the vision cracked. --- **INT. EMBER & ASHER’S CABIN – NIGHT** Ember jolted upright in bed with a gasp, hand to her chest. Her skin glowed faintly with silver, slowly dimming.

Keegan could see her hands shaking though, so he grabbed one of them and held it in his. “Absolutely. I want to know everything about you.” Rubbing his thumb across her hand. Letting the sparks between them soothe them both. His eyes conveyed his sincerity and that was what was truly hard to deny. In a rush, Ember decided to try just this once to let someone know a piece of her. Hoping she was right and could trust this feeling. “Honestly, I’m running until I can find answers as well. I don’t know what I am. I have control over heat, fire, and smoke. I am trying to find out the truth behind it all as well. I was captured when I was young. How young I’m not even sure. I don’t know if I have a

I ran towards it and stared as it glow like an ember. "This must be the ember of love!" I exclaimed. "You're right Princess," an unfamiliar voice suddenly spoke. "Who are you?" "I am the ember of love waiting to be flourished by you. When you learn how to turn that ember into a blazing flame of affection then you could easily defeat Velion," she told me. "But how?" I really have no idea on how to use that ember of love. "It's all up to you. Remember to listen to your heart and everything will go according to how destiny planned it to be." Those were the last words I heard from her before I opened my eyes to see the worried faces of my friends and aunt Athena.

"This power… it predates the Temple." "Older than your blood," the shadow murmured. It turned its attention to Ember. "She awaits you. Bound. Starving. Fading." Ember advanced despite her better judgment. "Who awaits me?" The shadow’s empty face tilted. "The Luna who first bore the curse. The one whose agony granted you life." Ember’s breath caught. "My ancestor…" Kai’s grip on her wrist tightened painfully. "Do not heed its words." Yet the shadow leaned in closer, its voice becoming a whisper within Ember’s mind.

The Ember Guard. Riven drew his daggers. “Well. Guess we didn’t need sleep anyway.” Silas moved in front of me, drawing symbols in the air with wards that glowed faintly gold. Ashen’s eyes flashed white, his blades ready. Kyren didn’t look back at me, but I felt him through the tether and the storm gathering under his skin, restrained only by sheer will. When the first of the Ember Guard stepped forward, their voice was hollow and cold. “Shadowborn,” it said. “You were forbidden to return.”

I am what you could be," the shadow said. "What you should be. Unlimited. Unchained. Free." "Free to destroy everything I love." "Free to stop pretending you are something you are not." The shadow circled me. "You chain yourself with mercy. With compassion. With love. But those chains make you weak. Vulnerable." "They make me human." "You are not human." The shadow's smile was cruel. "You are Shadowborn.

I clear my voice and took a deep breath as I mentally prepare myself to read this monstrosity. ’I love you. I know for a fact that I will never be able to understand why you question how much I do... But you have given me something I’ve never had. And that’s my shadow. Love isn’t selfless, sweet, or innocent. Love is dark, selfish, and passionate. And I wouldn’t have known what love genuinely was without you. Love is a dangerous drug with intoxicating feelings as side effects. You may think being my shadow is terrible, but what is light without its darkness? What’s a life without the inevitable death? You must realize how much you mean to me, right? I even made this sappy speech for you. But

They only wrapped my foot up in some old rags and called it a day. That kind of pain had stuck with me, but they seemed to have forgotten all about it. I looked up, meeting the eyes of the crowd. "The person in those photos had all ten toes. It was clearly not me." Nelson backed me up, saying, "Jennifer had a tattoo with my name on her lower back when we were together. She was scared it'd give her away, and told me to keep those photos hidden. "I still have some shots of that tattoo, and it's proof that it's Jennifer in those pictures.

Lucky there’s nothing deep needing stitches. In my grieving and broken state, I begin to feel faint. I let myself go and pass out. Opening my eyes I feel myself transported into another realm. Standing in front of me is my grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property which I dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place said to belong to my ancestors from centuries ago. A place that continues to haunt my dreams since a child. Something about this place calls to my soul, it pulls me and begs me to return. The house stands in the Normandy countryside. She feels it in the wind and air, she feels it in the depths of the earth, it’s as if a spirit like a piece of me is locke

Ember zipped to the door, hovering until she opened it. The halls were silent. Torches burned low, their shadows dancing across the walls. The moonlight from the high windows silvered the marble, making the Academy feel older—like the stones remembered things no one dared speak aloud. Ember darted ahead, leaving a faint trail of warmth in the otherwise cool night air. Rowan followed, keeping her steps light. They passed the training yard, where the sparring dummies stood like frozen sentries. Then Ember turned sharply toward a narrow archway she’d never noticed before.