ARWYN
"Arwyn, seriously, what the Heavens were you thinking?" Leigh's voice reached me as she wrung out a rag in the compact kitchen.
I stumbled home, worn out and battered, and Leigh wasted no time bombarding me with questions and scolding remarks. I was exhausted from hearing her lectures about the disastrous idea of dealing with Pete. All I wanted was to collapse and tend to these cuts.She strolled over, bowl of water and fresh rag in hand. The chair in the corner protested loudly as she dragged it over, settling down with a purpose. Her golden hair, secured by one of her simple knitted bands, framed her face. Leigh didn't own a ton of hair accessories, but the few she had did little to diminish her natural beauty.In the cozy corner of our small apartment, Lilith played with dolls crafted by Leigh from our old clothes. Kale, now a scout on his way to becoming a soldier, was nowhere to be seen.Leigh muttered to herself, "Stay away from that Pete, but you never listen. Nope, not at all." It was adorable, and I couldn't help but smile."For the hundredth time, I'm fine." I pressed the bowl between my palms, set it in front of me, dipped my hand, and waited for the power that always surfaced when I willed it."Lilith, close that window!" Leigh snapped at her younger sister, crowned with golden hair and sporting ocean-blue eyes. Over the rolling years, these sisters had become everything to me. Obediently, Lilith dropped the curtain and joined us, her little hand in Leigh's own."Is Arwyn going to shimmer-shine?" Her tiny voice chirped."Wanna witness the glow glow?" I echoed her with a gentle grin, and she enthusiastically nodded."Do it quickly before someone spots you, or you'll be joining the Embers," a concerned frown creased Leigh's forehead. She could be quite motherly, but I understood – she'd been looking after Lilith and me for a long time, even Kale whenever he was home."Is Arwyn leaving?" Lilith's eyes blinked at me."Never, Goldy," I reassured, pouting before wiggling my hand in the water a couple of times, turning it a brilliant blue that outshone Leigh's eyes. Lilith's mouth formed an O shape as she stared in awe, even though I'd done this a dozen times before.After feeling enough of myself merge with the water, I pulled my hand out and pressed it to my side. The cut. I cursed a little as a slight tinge ran through me.Leigh clutched Lilith's hand tightly. "You'll vanish if you keep dealing with Pete," her eyes locked onto mine as a mysterious light emanated from my side. I withdrew my hand, and the cut had disappeared – no blood, no wound. My skin had mended itself as if the incident never occurred."Pete pays me well. It's how we survive in this house." With the process complete, I carried the bowl, lifted the curtains, and tossed the water into the street, where it mingled with muddy puddles on the cobblestones."We could still thrive. I earn good tips at the Glory Rivet. We can have meals on our table without resorting to dirty work."My lips tightened into a thin line. "You'll never understand, will you?""Understand what, Arwyn? You risk yourself, Lilith, and me just for a thrill. It's child's play," she declared, rising from the wooden seat and heading to the kitchen, where she stuffed dirty plates into the sink. "I picked up some meat pies from the Barley Bakery on my way back from work. Interested?""I'm not hungry," I sulk. Lilith, caught between our banter, soon yawned, her six-year-old hands stretching above her head. I scooped her up, ignoring Leigh's sigh echoing behind me.It's always this way—me, the supposed villain, and Leigh, the virtuous one, a saint. It's as if I'm constantly striving to make her happy, but nothing I do is ever good enough. Sure, working with Pete carries risks, but it's all I've got. She thrives at Glory Rivet, but I have no idea how to navigate the world of bars and hostesses. I don't even want to become one.Footsteps echo in the hallway, signaling Leigh's presence, but I refuse to turn around.I tuck Lilith into bed, pulling the worn blankie up to her neck. Her lashes flutter softly against her cheek."Look, I know you have your reasons, but can't we find some middle ground?" Leigh implored. Stepping out of the room, I closed the door slowly to avoid any creaks, then turned to face Leigh's expression of hopelessness. "I'm just trying to keep you safe.""You don't have to do that. I'm not Lilith or six years old!" I snapped."No, you're not. But ever since I found you, I've felt responsible for you."I rolled my eyes, perching on the brick windowsill and gazing into the night sky. She spoke as if she were years older than me. Leigh was only a year my senior, and she didn't find me—I found her.I had been on a job for Pete in Ketel, retrieving a centuries-old mage's book. Pete was a Diremage, one of the deadliest Blessed around. A single touch from him could seize a man's heart and I've seen him play a man like a puppet before leaving him off to die in the gutter in blistering cold. Crossing Pete meant trouble, and I knew it well. It's one of the reasons he's wanted by the king. He's a Blessed, like me.What better treasure to add to his imperial Embers than a Diremage.After stealing the book, I was on the run from soldiers who had discovered me. Clad in black from head to toe, I bumped into Leigh. She was carrying a three-year-old Lilith, both fleeing for their lives from imperial soldiers who mistook Lilith for a Blessed.However, Leigh wasn't a Blessed. Her mother was a Terramancer, and her father was an ordinary man. It made sense why she wasn't a Blessed. I couldn't abandon them; they looked so helpless and I had a small apartment in Wrym, so I brought them with me. Kale was away at the time, and when he received word, he came running to find them. Yet, Ilyndor became a better home for all of us."I'm good, Leigh. Seriously. I'm the maestro of my own decisions, and I'll dance with whatever consequences come my way."A hush descends upon the room, a delicate symphony of silence, while tears cascade down Leigh's cheeks. With a grace befitting a ballet, she lifts her dainty hands to brush away the tears. "You don't understand. I've witnessed Blesseds torn from their homes to join the Embers. I can't bear the thought of them taking you.""No one's sweeping me off anywhere. I've got a knack for keeping myself unscathed, maybe with a few busted lips along the way," I quip, a smirk playing on my lips as she manages a strained smile. She glides toward the window, taking her place by my side. "Kale's back in Ketel, scouting."The unsought information raises an unasked question in my mind. "Why the update on Kale? I didn't inquire about his whereabouts.""He's hell-bent on donning the soldier's mantle," she reveals. "And it's only a matter of time before they send him into the Mossy Woods, that hideous place."The Mossy Woods stand as an unwavering no-go zone for all inhabitants of Vakythia. Even neighboring cities like Eldora and Quasar steer clear of those ancient floors. Hideous monsters lurk within, creatures like nightmares that haunt the tales of those brave enough to whisper them. Rumors abound of ghostlike figures glimpsed beyond the forest's edge, seemingly poised for an attack. Farmers from the outskirts, particularly in Ketel, claim these specters have crawled into the countryside, leaving tragedy in their wake, but the veracity of these accounts remains shrouded in uncertainty."Why the sudden warrior spirit?" I inquire."He believes it's the only shield to keep those he loves safe."I lean in, a spark of curiosity in my eyes. "And when is he slated to return?"Leigh scrutinized me with a keen gaze. "Two weeks," she declared. The weight of those words settled in, stretching out like an endless horizon. Two weeks – an eternity. I absentmindedly tucked a few unruly strands of hair behind my ear, drawing in a sharp breath as my fingers toyed with the ring on my finger. The ring Kale bestowed upon me, dubbing it the "Ring of Bravery." Whether it was a symbol of strength or an unspoken crush, well, we did share a kiss once."Good riddance," I muttered, a smirk playing on my lips. "I might as well claim his bed."Leigh's smile burst forth, a celestial spectacle that rivaled the sun, the moon, and the stars combined. A radiant smile that turned her eyes into twinkling orbs. "And his portion of meals," she added."Speaking of meals..." I leaped from the window, darting to the kitchen. The plate of meat pies still beckoned, so I snatched one and shot a sly glance at Leigh."I thought you weren't hungry.""You know better than to believe that," I chuckled, taking a succulent bite and releasing a satisfied moan. The meat pies from Barley Bakery reigned supreme. Nothing, not even Leigh's sweet donuts, could compare.Leigh, ever perceptive, wrinkled her nose. "What I do know is that you smell like a rat. A bath is long overdue." She tossed a cloth my way, and though I fought the urge to roll my eyes, she was right. The scent of my frantic running lingered. Tonight had been a cascade of failures, and I pleaded Heavens, Pete wouldn't unleash his wrath of silence on me once more.Leigh settled onto the rugged brown rug at the heart of the apartment, cradling a meat pie. "Take a bath. We wouldn't want anyone thinking we dragged in a mole."THRYSTANA brisk breeze whispers past my ears, and suspended fifty feet above ground, it almost convinces me that winter is making an early entrance. Yet, the air dances again, prompting a swift dodge as I deftly guide my dragon to the left.My Sirrocian friend seems to be having fun blasting wind in my face. Curiosity sparks within me, urging a fiery response to this playful challenge. With a subtle flourish, I weave my hands together, conjuring a mesmerizing ball of fire cradled in its own brilliance. I release it, watching as it rolls towards him; he ducks with a sly grin, obviously happy with his moves.As I peer ahead, commanding my dragon to ascend into the clouds, I sense Daelan's imminent presence. The hiss of his dragon and the swirling whirlwind foretell the tempestuous encounter unfolding mere seconds away.Heavens! I'll be unseated from my majestic beast before another fireball graces his damned face."Watch out for those rocks, your highness!" Daelan's warning echoes. Roc
THRYSTANWhile Elaria diligently exchanged her muddy boots, I took it upon myself to shed the sweat-soaked shirt I had worn while dancing in the wind with Daelan. I opted for something more regal, a wardrobe transformation echoing the taste of my father-something he would not just approve but adore.I slipped into a refined ensemble: a cream-colored inner shirt paired with a knee-length black coat adorned with intricate gold trinkets along the edges. The coat, deliberately split open, showcased the inner shirt. A brown belt cinched my waist, complementing the sleek black pants that gracefully met a cleaner pair of boots.Presenting myself in the hallway, I found Elaria standing before the colossal oak doors of the throne room. She fidgeted and twisted, her hand meticulously arranging her hair in the most perfect manner possible."Ease up a bit," I mumble from the shadows, jolting her so much that she drives a punch straight into my gut. Her swift strikes are irritatingly effortless, an
ARWYNDespite Leigh's stern warnings, I couldn't resist the allure of the Wreath. Pete's stronghold over the establishment was undeniable, his ownership extending far beyond just the physical arena. He had a knack for turning violence into profit, and the crowds flocked to witness the spectacle of men grappling and trading blows, each vying to prove their dominance.But the Wreath wasn't just a playground for testosterone-fueled brawls. It was a melting pot of desires and ambitions, where men and women alike sought entertainment, excitement, and sometimes, something more.Women graced the stands alongside men, their presence a testament to the universal appeal of the Wreath's offerings. Some came for the sheer thrill of the spectacle, while others found themselves dragged along by partners eager to partake in the festivities. And then there were those who wandered the shadows, their intentions less noble, seeking pleasure and profit in equal measure.It was a world of excess and indulg
THRYSTAN I struggled to maintain my focus during breakfast the next morning, my thoughts consumed by the mysterious girl I encountered at the Wreath. The one who deftly pilfered Nerys' dagger right under my nose. Was it a calculated move on her part, or simply a spur-of-the-moment decision when she stumbled into my arms?At first, I mistook her for one of the typical women who frequented the Wreath, seeking attention and affection from anyone willing to provide it. But there was something different about her—an air of cunning that set her apart from the rest. She wasn't here for idle flattery; she had a plan, and she executed it flawlessly.I couldn't shake the image of her petite frame pressed against mine, her mischievous grin hinting at secrets yet to be revealed. I can't get the sly wicked thing out of my head."It's quite the spectacle to have you join us for breakfast, but perhaps you could acknowledge our existence," Daelan's whispered remark jolted me from my reverie.I glance
THRYSTAN Attending with a date. The notion sent a shiver down my spine. Who would I bring? It wasn't as if this was the first ball Father had hosted—I'd never felt pressured to find a companion before. Mother gently set her tea cup down, her gaze fixed on me with a mixture of expectation and assumption. "Since Sora has returned, I assumed it would be fitting for you to escort her, given your... history together." Elaria's laughter echoed through the drawing room, a mocking counterpoint to my rising frustration. She knew all too well the bitter history between Sora and me, how the letters I found in her drawer to a lover in Quasar broke me and her departure to Quasar had coincided with the unraveling of our once-close bond. Despite my pleas, she had left, leaving behind a trail of betrayal that still stung. "Mother, I don't think that's wise," I interjected, my tone edged with thinly veiled discomfort. I couldn't bear the thought of facing Sora again, not after the wounds she had
THRYSTAN As soon as I was able, I extricated myself from the throng of admirers and made a beeline for Arwyn. Determination burned within me, propelling me forward as I followed her with single-minded focus. She moved with purpose, her steps sure and deliberate, and I matched her stride. Arwyn hurried off to the Infirmary and I follow suit, hot on her tail—I couldn't let her slip away from me again. Not this time. As I entered the Infirmary, the scent of anticeoptic and herbs hit me like a wave, momentarily overwhelming my senses. My eyes scanned the room, searching for her amidst the rows of neatly arranged beds and bustling healers. There she was, standing near the far wall, her back turned to me as she spoke quietly to one of the attendants. Without a second thought, I closed the distance between us, my steps purposeful and determined. "Arwyn," I called out, my voice a low, urgent whisper that cut through the sterile air. Startled, she turned to face me, her eyes widening in
ARWYNLeigh's gaze lingers on the gleaming dagger as I tuck it into my belt, her sapphire eyes betraying her thoughts before she even voices them."I'm guessing a generous merchant didn't just hand that to you," she remarks, adjusting her brown satchel bag across her chest."No, it wasn't a gift," I reply with a smile. "I acquired it."Leigh's expression darkens into a frown. "Arwyn! You're asking for trouble if you go around pilfering from wealthy merchants."Lilith snatches the last slice of bread from the table and nibbles on it, her gaze darting between me and Leigh, eager to witness another spirited exchange between us."He wasn't exactly a merchant," I confess with a sheepish grin. "And he's hardly the type to organize a pursuit over a lost trinket."Leigh raises an eyebrow. "So, you fancy this man then?""What?" I sputter in disbelief at the suggestion. "Fancy him? I don't even know him.""Come off it. It's been four nights since you acquired that dagger, and the first evening
THRYSTANI'm puzzled. Why did she bolt like that? I stand amidst the bustling crowd, her chestnut locks vanishing before my eyes. With a surge of determination, I dash after her into the labyrinth of streets, but she's like a shadow, slipping through the alleys with a grace born of familiarity. She knows these streets better than I do; she's vanished without a trace.Returning to the dress shop in hopes of finding her sister, I'm met with an empty storefront. They've both disappeared, leaving me dumbfounded. I can't believe I've lost her once again. It was out of desperate, I resort to bribery, coaxing Clover into helping me track her down. It felt invasive, I know, but Elaria's warning echoes in my mind, urging me to steer clear of the Wreath and avoid arousing suspicion from Father.Three days passed in agonizing anticipation. I yearned to see her again, but without venturing into the perilous depths of the Wreath, stalking became my only recourse. Two guards snap to attention as I