Across The Bridge Romane & Geschichten

I couldn’t let that happen. “Even though we lost Alec and Bryan on the bridge, they were successful in blowing it up. The Silver Crescent’s soldiers can’t get across to Estoria, which means that they’ll have to march further southeast along the river to the next crossing point to get to the port city in the south,” Mary explained. “So they can still cross?” I asked, my heart sinking. “Alec, Bryan, the bridge – it was all for nothing?”

Don't argue over the bridge. - Harasho, harasho. The yellow taxi drove onto the bridge. Driving over the road, the taxi driver saw a lying truck that blocked the entire roadway, bricks from an overturned trailer were scattered all over the road, several passenger cars nearby, now crumpled pieces of metal. The Arab looked at Conrod in surprise.

Few had traveled it in centuries. The Gorge loomed before us. Jagged cliffs plunged into a chasm that swallowed sound. Fog obscured the path. The only way across was the old stone bridge cracked, half fallen. The Council’s scouts warned it might not hold. We dismounted. The wolves padded ahead to inspect. The bridge creaked underfoot. One slip would mean falling into that emptiness. But we crossed. Slowly. Carefully. Each step is a prayer. Each heartbeat thrumming the bond.

The further they went, the heavier it grew, like unseen eyes tracked every hoofbeat. At midday, they crossed the river that marked the border. Its waters ran dark and fast, fed by mountain ice. A stone bridge spanned it, old as the first packs. The moment the first horse’s hoof struck the bridge, a howl split the air. It came from somewhere high, carried on the wind, hollow and resonant. Not Cassian’s. Not any Alpha’s. Kade stilled, the stallion shifting beneath him. His voice was a low growl against Lena’s ear. “The Council has marked our crossing.”

For a brief instant, something vast moved out there, too far to make out clearly, but large enough to make the wall beneath them feel small. Mara’s hand clenched on Lucian’s arm. “Don’t stop.” They didn’t. When they reached the far end of the wall, Cael pointed to a narrow service bridge extending toward a cluster of broken towers. “That’s our way across.” Astra’s eyes narrowed. “Or our way into a trap.” “We don’t have options,” Cael replied. They crossed in single file. The bridge swayed under their weight, and the sound of wind turned almost like whispering.

Astra pointed toward a hidden bridge stretching beneath rivers of stars. "The Bridge of Constellations." "It leads directly to the Palace." "But only those chosen by the Seven Stars may cross." Darkness immediately spread toward the bridge. Sections of it began disappearing. Without thinking, I stepped forward. The bridge lit beneath my feet. One by one... Aurel followed. Nerina. Elara. Kael. Seraphine. Astra. Caelum. Finally Wesley stepped beside me. The bridge hesitated. The stars shimmered uncertainly.

He had an idea of what he was going to find. He slowly walked away from the door as he shoved a brick in front of it to keep the door open. As he moved away from the door, the air around him got heavy and harder to breathe. He moved the light further to the back, and he saw it. Max could hardly believe what he was seeing. It was right in front of him, though. He had to focus and breathe again.

Julian didn’t look up. He fed another twig into the fire, watching it catch. “We need to stay sharp,” he murmured. “Lazarus wasn’t exactly sure what happens on the bridge.” He sat back on his heels, eyes narrowing at the thought. “Said not many have made it across… and if they did, they didn’t come back.” A pause. “The bridge is hexed. Designed to keep people from traveling further. To protect what’s beyond. To trap what’s already crossed.”