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"All this assumes you even make it through the journey." I frowned at her. "What do you mean?" "The place you're going is called Ember Hallow. People have sought answers there, but only a handful have returned. Those who do are often changed, not themselves anymore. Some go mad, others are forever silent. Ember Hallow isn't for the faint of heart. The answers you find might break you, or they might make you. " She shrugged. "You can't know." "I see," I said, turning back to the men and offering them a smile. "And that's what you guys were arguing about, yes?" I asked, the smile still on my face.

The shadows flickering around the arrow seemed to stretch toward me, curling like tendrils hungry for skin. And then I heard her voice. Ember. She softly brushed my mind then said something absurd, “Touch it.” My steps faltered. “What?” I whispered in disbelief. “Touch it,” she urged again, firmer this time. “it is his. He has sent a message and as long as those shadows still move like they are alive then he would be able to see and hear all that goes on in here.” My throat dried. My gaze flicked to the nobles behind me, still muttering nervously, their voices were too loud as they talked about the prophecy amongst themselves. If Ember was right… Veyran was listening. Right now.

"Yes. Strongfall is rich in diamonds, and certain minerals, and her neighbours also want that. Asides that, their neighbours also hate Strongfall because it's only here a man isn't allowed to look down on a lady. Here, women own businesses, and they act like free spirits. The legendary Shadow Sisters once came to Strongfalls aid during a surprise attack because of their support for women, and this they did for free." Karl knew the Shadow Sisters. They were a mercenary group of skilled and lethal fighting women. He had fought alongside them, and he had slept with a few. For them to have rendered the Queen a service for free, it seems there was more about these Kingdoms that needed telling. "Y

My heartbeat begins to quicken and before I can stop it I’m eight years old again. One thing that I have always found very weird is that when I have these flashback, I don’t feel the pain that I must have endured. I have these little clips in time but not the memory of the pain. Instead, I feel the emotions that I felt the terror and sorrow that I was in. I felt happy at first. It was a boring day at home. I was playing in my room shaving the hair off of my barbies and designing new outfits for them out of some of my old clothes. I had always been an odd duck and never much of a girl. I liked playing in the mud and playing sports. One this particular day I was still in my pajamas because nob

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Keagan was on the other end of the battlefield, still trying to figure out what more he could do. The battlefield transformed into a dark and twisted dance as Emberlyn and Keagan fought against the villain's shadow manipulation. The villain used the shadows to his advantage, creating illusions, launching surprise attacks from unexpected angles, and ensnaring Emberlyn and Keagan with their inky tendrils. The villain was relentless, drawing upon his diabolical mastery and infamous skills, his control over the shadows growing stronger. With a malevolent grin, he unleashed a wave of darkness, enveloping Emberlyn and Keagan, temporarily obscuring them from view.

If they would not back off, I would have to hand it all to Jennifer, every last bit of my hard-earned success and the mess she had made. With a heavy heart, I spilled my guts to my advisor. Her face ran the gamut from shock to fury, then settled on a look of deep compassion. "You do what you need to do," she said. "I've got your back." I nodded, my throat tight, and after ordering some custom glasses with a hidden camera, I boarded the train home. Before stepping inside, I flicked on the glasses' secret eye.

Visions of Isla flickered into view. Not with clarity, but as fleeting flashes—a dim corridor stretching endlessly, lights sputtering like dying stars, and an overwhelming sensation of safety. Then came the shadows, long and serpentine, curling around Isla’s ankles like tendrils of smoke searching for warmth. Desperation welled within Ember, and she tried to speak. Her lips parted in a silent plea, but no sound escaped—the urgency built up in her throat, scorching hot with warning and confusion. The shadows thickened, pooling around Isla, who turned, bewildered and alone.

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.”

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