Pyrrhia Map Novels & Stories

“The real map. One you won't find so easily. ” I narrowed my eyes. “You’ve been holding out on us.” He didn’t deny it. “I was waiting to see if you’d be stupid enough to try,” he said, voice low. “Now I know you are. So I might as well help you live through it.” He jabbed a weathered finger at the center of the scroll. It showed the Nytherra lands, but this version read deeper into the north. Black mountains. Winding ravines. Symbols in a language I barely understood.

Kira flanked him, her blade sheathed but her shoulders tight. To the left, Alpha Lysa of the Riverlands was already pacing. Two warriors from Nightshade lingered in the background - guards, or just the kind of soldiers who’d forgotten how not to stay alert. The map on the table looked like a wound. Red markers scattered across the parchment like dried blood. Black ink lines tangled through valleys and ridges, noting where battles had been won and where they hadn't. But none of it mattered if we didn’t decide what came next.