Log Horizon 3rd Season Novels & Stories

This was, in one way or another, the end game. I was praying to the Goddesses, both of them, that Oryn was coming. I could feel through the link he was still there, he was alive and that he was moving, but it didn’t feel like he was getting any closer or further away so I realized he was moving parallel to me. I sighed, hoping that he was almost to the wolf I left there and the message I left with him. Outside Haven there were several patrols. I managed to get close enough to see the rocks that hid the entrance, but I knew I couldn’t get into it without being seen.

He had tricked me, taken my hand in marriage, only to kill me, the last of my line. “I’ll kill you,” I screamed. Screaming, cursing, kicking, spitting on the graves of their mothers, I know I looked crazy, but in one’s last moments, instinct kicks in. While my final moments were approaching, dying of thirst, the sun rising off the horizon, I cried harder, staining my coat with red tears for a monster had found me.

They felt each other's nerves, each other's hopes, each other's small, fluttering fears. "This is the law of the New Dawn," Aeron said. "To see the other is to see yourself. To protect the other is to protect the world." The Horizon of the Three As the sun began to set, casting a long, golden-violet shadow across the peaks, the three of them stood alone on the battlements of the Moon Tower. The valley below was a tapestry of bioluminescent lights—the fires of the village, the glow of the Aether-groves, and the shimmering trails of wolves running through the indigo grass.

A massive, mechanical groan echoed from the stratosphere, a sound of metal being bent by the hand of a god. From the clouds, a structure began to emerge. It was miles wide, a ring of "Purified Silver" and gold-glass that looked like a crown for a dying planet. It didn't descend; it simply existed, pulling the light out of the air until the snow on the mountains turned a sickly, translucent grey. "The Sun-Eater," Nyx whispered from the shadows, his hand shielding his eyes. "The Council has initiated the 'Final Horizon.' They aren't trying to purify the North anymore. They are trying to turn the world into a graveyard so the Star-Born can never rule it."

The horizon was no longer white. It was turning gold.

It popped free of its socket and I dropped it into the open bag at my feet. I squinted, the eye scorching light from the other bulbs making the pools of shadow beside us difficult to see. Host-less Shades stayed hidden during the lighter hours, even beneath their violet sky, but that didn't mean you wouldn't come across the occasional desperado, willing to risk everything for a shot at owning human flesh. I dropped the piece of clothing that protected the new bulb into the bag and paused, frozen by the shiver running down my spine. "What's wrong?" Aaron called from the front.

At the top of the high green hill lay my parents, and beside them was me. And beside me, there was a tiny grave. That was my tiny child's home. He hadn't had the chance to come to this world. Winston carefully hid in the corners the entire time, watching the others put me into my grave. After three years, I was finally able to leave this place where I experienced love and hate. Winston cried with tears all over his face. "Aryanna, I'm sorry..." I felt my soul dissipating a little bit. The last image before I could remember was Winston signing the agreement to donate his remains.

For a moment, the three of them stood together, watching the horizon, holding onto each other and onto the fragile hope that truth might be enough. The city rose on the horizon, dark against the morning sky. They were going home.

he murmured under his breath, voice lost to the storm. But then came the sudden, bone chilling moment. From the horizon, a shadow detached itself from the storm. A black helicopter, larger than any Aurora had mapped, hovered into view. And in it, standing at the open hatch, her breath caught as she realized the silhouette, It was Sebastian Virelli.

An hour later, a convoy of the three mountian climbers wound its way up the mountain path. It wasn't just Fennigan and leela this time. The passenger seats were filled with the heavy hitters of the Blackwood Pack. Elder Thorne sat in the front of the lead truck. Elana and Damon—Fennigan’s father, were in the second. Jax, drove the rear guard, scanning the woods for any sign of trouble. They reached the clearing just as the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in bruises of purple and orange. Elder Horne walked toward the center of the clearing, his eyes scanning the area critically. He stopped dead when he saw the structure hanging between the two massive redwoods.