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He folds his arms and waist for the pitch to surge through the dim air. Korin’s voice comes out angelic, even though he keeps the volume down and stifled. The pitch is high, and the group of elves matches the tone with a solid base reaping from their throats though it is Korin’s voice that leads them. “My dear Zendra, there are so many things I have left to say!” The bases erupted with the choirs though it’s made up on the spot. “To say. To say. To say.” Korin gazes into the fire while his tone emerges. “The first time I meant you, I knew you were mine.” The bases “Mine. Mine. Mine.” Korin hugs his stomach. “The first time I meant you, I knew I would never need anyone else. You always kept m

The vale turned into a storm of chaos—steel against claw, flame against frost, shadow against soul. And above it all, the howl continued, long and mournful. Calling still. Summoning still. Until… A second sound joined it. A song. Aelin’s voice rose into the air, not screaming—but singing. An old lullaby Ivy once sang by her bedside. Others picked it up. Jayden. Ivy. The wolves. The witches. The warriors. A melody older than battle. Deeper than pain. The dark recoiled. The creatures faltered. And Aelin, her body slick with blood and light, raised her hand and cried:

When I finally do, I look up to see a group of elves standing around the table. “Alpha Cohen, your sister, Queen Lily, and King Aolis send their regrets that they are unable to join you this evening, but they wanted you to know that they wish you a happy birthday.” Malin leans into me as the group sings a birthday song in their elvish language. It’s not Happy Birthday, it’s something with a deeper meaning, since their lives go on for so long. The song is haunting and beautiful and I make a note to thank my sister for her gift.

Each time she got close enough to hear a clear word, the children bent, twirled, and sprinted further. "Please!" she shouted. "I need to hear it! I need it for Elowyn!" The white children stopped. They looked back at her, eyes glowing silver. Then they sang-slowly this time: "Where light bends, the path begins... Where breath lifts, the gate listens... Blood that knows, heart that calls... Awaken all... awaken all..." Dawn repeated it silently until it was carved inside her. The children in white smiled... Then dissolved into floating petals.

“Passed down from Alpha to Alpha, Stormwalker to Stormwalker. But the core is this: ‘When the bound star wakes, The cursed wolf will bleed. One must break the chain, Or both will feed the Veil.’” Elara’s hand flies to her chest. Kael’s eyes narrow. “That’s it?” “That’s enough,” I say. Ronin scowls. “Sounds like a riddle designed to give wolves migraines.” I huff a humorless laugh. “It gets worse.” “Of course it does,” Kael mutters. I recite the rest quietly — the part I have never said aloud in front of them.

“I want to replace that horrid memory with this one, Ron. Whenever you see a bridge or a boat in the future, I want you to remember this.” He went down on one knee and all at once, the surrounding banks came alive with thousands of lights—soft and golden—flickering to life in waves. The shadows parted, and from the trees and hills around them emerged Elves, tall and regal. They stood like sentinels in the moonlight, their eyes glowing with admiration and love as they watched. Music began to play, sweet and melodious. It was an Elfin melody, ancient and beautiful, curling around Prince Ron like a lullaby.

"Be my guest." The truth hurt. Blood magic and essence magic didn't mix and Curzon knew it. He looked ready to tear her from the horse and let it trample her, but a horn sounded, taking his attention. His men surrounded Violet and Curzon, raising swords and spears. The air turned damp and heavy; clouds settled into the treetops. A charge sounded as riders clad in black and gold appeared with a tall elf on a spotted horse leading them. Violet couldn't take her eyes off him. His white hair hung long past his shoulders and a gold crown sat on his brow. His amber eyes carried spun gold inside as if the sun had settled within his gaze for a moment.

Every day, she would tell Elwin that the female elves all harbored evil intentions. Once Elwin became tired of hearing about it, he decided to simply give her a wide berth. His attitude directly affected the other half-elves. Slowly, even the ones who delivered daily necessities to her stopped coming by. She frequently went without food to eat or clothes to wear, and she felt suffocated by the reality of her living situation. Then, she heard that a certain wolf tribe's Highlord had conceived a silver wolf pup with a human partner. The entire tribe was in the middle of sending out invitations and preparing a banquet to celebrate the young wolf.

Across the bed, Elara shifts softly in her sleep, and my attention snaps back to her immediately. A small, faint smile touches her lips. I have the selfish desire, wishing it’s me she’s dreaming about. Then tears slide slowly down her cheeks, and my chest tightens painfully. Okay, please don’t be me. The next day, I’m adjusting her pillow when she quietly starts to hum. I freeze. It’s soft and barely audible, but the melody punches straight through my chest. Something inside me lurches violently. FLASH. “...never shall we die.” Lanterns, music, and people singing loudly.

Odin questioned confusingly. "In case something happens and we are separated, this bond will call on us when one of us call on it". "Okay, so what will be the bond?" "A song. A song that is all about, love, war, victories, magic and our fate". Olin answered. "Hmm, I like that. Do you have a song at heart?" Olin smiled "Yes I do". "Okay, let me hear it then", Odin said. END OF FLASHBACK Elsie was so engrossed on her spells in raising the Medallion Wolves that she didn't noticed the silent figure behind her all these while.