Mistborn Atium Novels & Stories

Chapter 22: The Sterling Rebirth The silence following the collapse of the Morningstar was not the peaceful quiet of a resolved conflict; it was the eerie, pressurized stillness that precedes a tectonic shift. In the heart of the Atuabo Processing Plant, the violet glare of the "Golden Crown" had been replaced by a soft, natural amber glow. The subsonic hum that had held the world’s psyche in a vice for forty-eight hours had evaporated, leaving the air smelling of ozone and tropical rain.

The guards in the black jeeps get out pushing a few people away as Justin whispers to me. "Is it always like this?" He whispers, looking around at the hundreds of eyes on us, no I can't say it is, I see Gabbie pushing people out the way trying to get closer to me as the head walks out the school and over to Justin and me, who still hadn't moved from our previous spot.

Even if it meant lying, stealing, or selling his soul to the rich bastards in the sky. The day started out like any other in the Ruins—dry heat pressing down from a burnt-orange sky, dust swirling through broken alleyways like restless spirits. Around here, the only job left for the Forgotten was mining Adrium, a post-apocalyptic miracle metal discovered buried deep in the bones of the earth. They said Adrium was stronger than diamond, five times lighter, and impossible to replicate. The walls of the Citadel gleamed with it l; unclimbable, unbreakable. Motion-detection lasers lined every inch, scanning for body heat, movement, hope.The message was clear:

The outlines of objects seemed clearer and their shadows stretched in deformed tendrils. But on the table were the items requested. The stench of burning fat already obvious as the heat grew higher. Atum hastened over, gathering them to his chest. He was safe within his sanctum, protected by a charm cast in the last great war of his country. It had enabled him to open his home to the wounded and dying, to offer a haven to both allied and repentant enemy. He never turned anyone away. Yet it did not keep out the climate. And sometimes that was the hardest foe of all.

“What about you? Do you like any of the Inseminators?” “I do have a favorite as well,” Mist said, setting her tablet back down and turning to face Rain again. “I like 37W. He always makes me feel like I’m flying. And he smells good, too.” She shrugged, like nothing she’d said was a big deal, and started to reach for her tablet again.

"I won't." He only responded with a furious, heartbreaking sound of pure despair, before turning his back on her and slamming his fist into the expensive mahogany desk, leaving a terrifying dent in its surface. He retreated into his shell, a broken man once again. The consequences of Liam’s confession had just violently ruptured their fragile world.

Celeste: “It remembered everything.” There’s a wall that’s just windows now (looking out over six different skies at once): the ridge at golden hour, Mount Atago at sunrise, the lake the night it tried to take our truths, the football field where we burned our names into the turf. Another wall is nothing but weapons racks. Hellebore Mist is already hanging in pride of place, humming like it’s happy to be home. My titanium board with the Crimson Fangs sticker (Sânge Furtună) leans beside Remy’s claw-and-wind deck.

Atticus was extremely cunning. He chuckled somewhat embarrassedly, “It’s like that for me, but Atlas also obtained a boundless opportunity. Do you think he’s easy to shake? Perhaps he wouldn’t have let go if he hadn’t had you back then. I admit it was an unsportsmanlike victory.” It was apparent Atticus was sincere and seemed to hold Atlas in high regard. “Muborough is reaching saturation while Bourdamun has excellent potential. You’ve also acquired a piece of valuable land. How could Atlas lose?

I hope she's okay. I heard the gate creaked around 10 in the evening. A minute after, I heard Aae play the song Angels by Mayday Parade in his speakers. Three years of something I call love When the phone calls and photographs are never enough To save a heart that's been broken so close to screaming This can't be happening, I must be dreaming I fell asleep after three songs. "Good morning, Zee." Tita Annly greeted me as I entered the kitchen. It was five in the morning.