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Faris I can't believe I fucked up so bad. I can't believe that I forgot about the rehearsals, by the way it was our final rehearsal before the big performance tomorrow and I fucked up by not coming on time. We were to shift studios and get our instruments on time to this new studio and finally start our jamming session.

"What are you doing?" Shuffling, "What? Me?" Charlie narrows her eyes, a thought pops into her head, "Deedah! Are you having sex?!" This time, her best-friend laughs loudly, "No, *Poo-poo bear*. This fart bag was tickling me before you called. That monster..." She mutters at the end. "Oh? Zeus is back from Egypt? When did he get back?" "Dude just got back yesterday and he's trying to get into my pants," She hears the traces of an eye roll in her tone.

She rested her hand gently on my back, and her voice was soft. “Does it still hurt?” It was such a simple question, yet it undid me completely. I had endured every humiliation and every wound without shedding a tear since my rebirth. With just that simple comfort, I broke down completely, burying my face in her arms as sobs wracked my body. I cried and cried until exhaustion finally pulled me into sleep. When I woke, sunlight was spilling through the window. Jasmine was sitting by the bed, clumsily peeling an apple. I could not help but laugh.

**A New Dawn** The golden rays of the morning sun filtered through the windows of the house, casting a warm glow over everything it touched. For the first time in weeks, the oppressive atmosphere that had lingered within the walls seemed to have dissipated. Clara sat at the kitchen table, sipping her coffee, her thoughts drifting to the events of the previous night. The journey into the Void had left her both physically and emotionally drained, but there was a newfound clarity in her heart. The Keeper’s bond was restored, and the house seemed to hum with a quiet, comforting energy.

Dawn was coming, and the day had not yet dawned. The darkness before dawn was the most oppressive. A breeze puffed. At this moment, everyone stood up together. "They're coming." Someone exclaimed. The battle when the Inuit returned to the world could be said to be miserable. This was the second time they had confronted the Inuit.

City D was always bustling with a lot of people walking side by side and filled with heavy traffic. However, today, the traffic seemed to be much heavier for there were many cars loudly honking as walking people filled the city. Even the swooshing of the wind and the leaves that danced along with it were moving about busily. It was already June, indicating the start of summer, the hottest season of the year. On this day, there was a certain transparent soul wandering about on the street. Who was this soul?

Phoebe looked in the direction of the sewing machine but her eyes were no longer light, maybe Phoebe wasn't looking forward to living and leaving. “Look, Louis. Congratulations on finding the key location. However, our game continues. Phoebe Edward has been held here for three days and now our game has officially begun, do you think if this beautiful girl has to starve and look thirsty to wait for you to come save her? he will die. I look forward to your answer. Louis, oppression lies within you: violets lie on the sand dunes, sunflowers lie in a sea of ​​fire, the farewell of the wind and the revenge of the water."

She was able to convince Dawn to return back home after two days, promising to return to working with her so she didn't refuse it. Dawn and Hailey were currently on their way back to the mansion. Hailey's clothes were properly packed up in a travel bag- the very one that had few of her clothing, alongside dawn's belongings. Throughout the car ride, Hailey made sure to keep her busy and distracted, she didn't want her opting out in the middle and deciding she wasn't ready to return home. Dawn saw through all of her antics but let her believe she was distracted.

It was her first smile. "Dawn." --- That night, I wrote in my journal. The shard is gone. The Eclipse is mortal. She chose a new name. Dawn. The followers are free. Some will come south. Others will not. The Circle is strong. Dax is holding me. The stars are rising. And Dawn is learning to live. Slowly. But surely. We will wait. As long as it takes. ---

It was a kiss that tasted of snow, copper, and the first true taste of freedom I had ever known in my twenty years of life. Behind us, Kaelen stood watch on the high ridge, his green eyes fixed on the northern peaks where the first pale, golden light of dawn was finally breaking through the heavy winter clouds, signaling the end of the longest night the Blackthorn pack had ever seen, and the beginning of a realm built on the stones of the broken cage.