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The world blurred And I was gone No scream No light Just gone When I opened my eyes I stood in a reflection of our world But wrong The trees were made of bone and glass the sky was too dark and too still and the scent of magic was overwhelming The Order waited Seven of them standing in a crescent Their leader stepped forward “You crossed willingly this time” he said “That means something” “I didn’t cross” I said “You dragged me” He smiled like a parent indulging a child “You were born of the veil Elixir You cannot be dragged into what already claims you” I looked around heart pounding “What is this place”

Elara’s vision blurred with fury and fear. She rose slowly, her voice trembling. “Then they’ll regret it.” --- The Flamebearer’s Game Far away, in the obsidian tower of the Crimson Order, Caelum knelt within a circle of runes—his wrists glowing with crimson chains. The Flamebearer stood before him, robes shifting like fire. “You will awaken, little prince,” he whispered. “And when you do, she will have no choice but to break—her heart, her soul, her magic. All for you.”

No new edge at the eastern grille, and on the western water’s surface only the stars draw lines. In the suite I set the House Order on the chest of drawers. Tomorrow morning we’ll read it in the courtyard. There’ll be no drum, no ornament; just people who understand what they’re doing, and why. Aedan sits on the edge of the bed, his sword on the chair, an object. He looks up. “Does it hold?” he asks. “It holds,” I say. “The children are asleep. The walls are, too. The Order is ready.” I sit beside him. “Tomorrow we say it out loud. After that it will be silence again. Only stronger.”

she replies. The Queen watches her in the mirror, her expression thoughtful but proud. “You will be ready when the time comes,” she says calmly. Outside, the footsteps return. Closer this time. Heavier. Not hurried in joy, but driven by urgency. A murmur rises in the corridor. Low voices. Sharp whispers. Still, inside the chamber, no one pays attention. “Bring the jewels,” the Queen orders. A servant rushes forward with a small carved box, placing it carefully on the nearby table. The lid opens to reveal rows of glittering pieces, gold and gemstones catching the morning light.

“You want the truth? You want to hear about how I make love to Imara every night in my dreams? Or do you want to hear about the bloody bodies on the floor?” Thorin smirked and looked away to the cars passing by on the street outside the window. “There will be someone delivering a suit to you later. There’s a party tonight at the Order and I want you dressed appropriately. You might want to shave that mess on your face too. I don’t care what my sister says, it’s not a good look on you.”

She continues, her eyes following Vacura as she walks to the throne. The young Queen takes a deep breath, bows to the throne, takes the steps one at a time and turns when she is in front of the throne. Then she sits down, her hands folded in her lap. It takes a second where nothing happens, but then the chair explodes in a blinding light, which booms out of the room in waves. Rue, Eslina and every other dragon in the room gasps, all of them immediately kneeling to the ground. Tristan, Tara, Tilly and I look on as I notice Oloron and Tilara enter the throne room in the shadows of the window. They nod to me, but stay where they are, observing what is happening. And what is happening I have no

The throne-bearer. She walked into the Vault as if she had been walking a straight line through time. Her eyes glowed silver now. She lifted one hand. And the air darkened. And the wolves of the throne started flooding the room behind her. Caspian reached for me. But she spoke directly to me. “The blood remembers its proper name. Come forward, Jasmine Hale.” I stepped back. “No.” Elara shouted, “Jasmine—don’t listen—” But it was too late. The brand on Elara's hand flickered red and hot. And my rune? It answered.

I ordered. "Of course, Alpha," the maid replied obediently. She hurried off towards Nora's chambers to attend to the task I had assigned. With a sense of urgency, I made my way to the throne room. The last rays of sunlight had disappeared, leaving the room all dim and solemn. I settled onto the throne, the dark wood cold against my skin. There was no time for hesitation or doubt; I needed answers immediately. I sat on the throne for several moments, considering the questions I ached to ask. Finally, when the final rays of sunlight was gone and the room was utterly dark, I summoned a nearby guard,

I replied and walked away to look after a few other things that needed to be done before the coronation and before a King of Agatha enter this Palace. “I cannot show my gratitude enough for helping me in making them accept to the Non-Slave order and for this competition.” I mumbled to King Vali who stepped inside the workroom regarding the new order. “I am glad that someone is there to think about the things to which no one gives any importance, but this will change many people’s lives. So, I can see that you are not happy with all these then why didn’t you accepted to marry me like the Council suggested?” He questioned and I actually hoped he would never ask it.

“Why do you need to protect me?” “Your uncle wants you dead. He later found out he took the wrong twin. You’re the rightful heir to the throne. You are the heir of the light “Heir of the what?” I started laughing so hard. I’m seriously buying into this? I just can’t believe everything she’s telling me. Like what? Like I’m a king or something.