The Bride of Alpha Targarion
By month three, weakness crept into the older members of that group; at nearly the same instant, those charges shot up forty points.
That autumn - when Mom started spitting dark clots, and Dad could no longer shift into fur - the power meters at Vareth hit their highest point. Instead of factories humming or roads rising, they funneled raw current skyward. Fired through orbit straight to one place: Valerian Valley.
My breath stalled. "Leon."
Out of nowhere, the archive room's door slipped aside. My breath caught. The screen clicked dark as I spun toward the sound - useless now. There he stood, framed by the entrance, height alone making the space feel smaller.
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