Fabiana Y.의 작품

Years Later – 3rd POV, then MiaThe forest had changed.Children ran across the same cliffs where shadows once poured like smoke, their laughter chasing away memories of screams. Wolves shifted freely in the open, silver and gold and midnight, no longer hiding from a world that now understood they were part of the balance, not enemies of it.The pack house had grown, too—new wings added, training grounds expanded, wards woven into the stones from the day they were laid.At the edge of the pack lands stood a small tower.Not a throne room.An observatory.From there, the Hybrids did what they’d promised: not rule, but watch. Not command, but guide. The council chambers lay beneath it, carved into rock that hummed gently with resonance, lit by lanterns that never went out as long as someone still believed the world was worth saving.On this particular night, the tower was quieter than usual.Most of the Hybrids were away—s

3rd POV – The Reflection RealmThere was no up or down.Only surfaces.They emerged not onto ground but onto a plane of liquid glass, every step sending ripples of color across a world made of fractured light. Above them, an endless sky shimmered with ghost images: battles that never happened, conversations that were almost spoken, and lives that were almost lived.Damian staggered as his boot sank ankle-deep into the reflective floor before solidifying again. “This place is wrong.”“It’s consistent with its nature,” Eryx replied, his voice echoing oddly, as if someone else said every word half a second later. “Reflections don’t choose. They show what could have been and what never was.”Mia lifted her hand.The resonance answered, but faintly, like trying to talk through thick glass. Her connection to the bridge world felt muffled and distant. For the first time since she’d

Mia’s POVComing back hurt more than leaving.My first breath in the bridge realm tasted like ozone and rain. The rebuilt Throne Room greeted us with open arches and shifting skies, the veins of pink and silver underfoot beating in a steady, patient rhythm.We collapsed in a heap on the bridge, tangled in limbs and magic.Sybil reached us first, her cloak trailing sparks as she rushed forward. Her hands hovered over my face, checking, measuring, and whispering spells under her breath.“Mia? ” Her voice trembled. “Are you—”“I’m here,” I croaked.Damian’s arm was still around me, solid and warm. Nyx lay flat on her back nearby, laughing weakly at the ceiling. Kael propped himself on his sword like it was the only thing keeping him upright.Sybil exhaled, shoulders slumping in relief. “You reckless children.”“You love us,” Nyx said.“Unfortunately,” Sybil muttered, but her eyes were wet.The resonance hummed

Damian’s POVI’d never felt so useless in my life.I could fight monsters made of shadow, kings made of rage, and gods made of lightning.But how was I supposed to punch possibility?Mia stood at the edge of the glass causeway, the child in front of her, a universe of unchosen futures swirling overhead like a storm made of stories. Every instinct I had screamed to pull her back, to drag us all out of this realm and slam the door shut behind us.We can’t, Ace, my wolf murmured. If we leave it, it follows.The realm trembled again. Spiderweb cracks began to spread through the distance, thin and glittering. Each time one formed, a flicker of something leaked through—an army that never marched, a city that never burned, a version of Nyx dying alone on a battlefield we’d never seen.“Sybil? ” I called into the tether, feeling my words vibrate through the bond like sound through stone. “How long until this place spills over? ”Her vo

Mia’s POVThe bridge of light hummed beneath my bare feet.It wasn’t a floor, not really—more like a path made of memory, threads of pink and silver weaving under us as if the resonance itself was deciding whether we were allowed to stand here.Damian’s hand was warm in mine, his presence a steady anchor in the endless not-quite-sky of the Throne Room. The walls that once caged the old power now curved outward into open arches, each one looking onto a different realm, a different sky.We had turned a prison into a crossroads.But the crack was still there.A thin, jagged line just off to the side of the rebuilt bridge, hardly wider than my thumb. If you weren’t looking for it, you would miss it. If you were… it was all you could see.It shimmered like a hairline fracture in glass.That’s where the whisper came from.The throne is never empty…It slid across my skin

When the storm of gold faded, a hush settled across the resonance. No screams. No fire. Just breathing.Mia stood at the heart of what had once been the Throne Room. The floor beneath her feet was smooth as glass, lit by veins of pink and silver that pulsed with every heartbeat she and Damian shared. The air smelled like rain after lightning—sharp, clean, alive.Damian leaned on his sword, chest heaving. “Is it over?”Mia looked up. The sky above them had no horizon—just endless light shifting through shades of rose and ivory. “No. The King’s shadow is gone, but the world isn’t balanced yet. The cracks between realms are still open.”“So we seal them.”She smiled faintly. “It’s not that simple. The resonance has memory. It remembers every life it touched—every death, every promise broken. It won’t close until it’s certain those stories are finished.”He stepped beside her. “Then we give it an ending.”For a long moment,