"Where's what, ma'am?"
"Is your head full of bricks?" Celene sneered. "Where's the thing I asked you to get for me? I don't see it on you." She eyed me from head to toe like I was dressed in shit. "Can't this wait?" My father protested. He sat silently at the far end of the table, his face drawn, his shoulders heavy. "Why wait, honey?" She smiled at him. "I'm only asking if she did the errand I'd asked her to do. Is that so bad?" She asked, eating her soup. "So?" She raised a brow at me. "The cloak isn't ready yet, so I've returned empty-handed . . . ma'am." "Oh, I see," she twirled her spoon in the air. "How sad," she jested, letting out a small laugh. I glanced at my father, hoping for even the smallest sign of defense, but his gaze stayed fixed on his plate. I waited a bit, the clanking of utensils filling the air, and then finally said, "May I leave?" “Tomorrow, you’ll scrub the floors, polish the silver, and tend to the garden.” Celene leaned back, one perfectly manicured hand resting on her goblet. “And I want you to collect radishes from the market tonight.” My head snapped up before I could stop myself. “But the market’s already closed.” Celene’s expression didn’t falter. “Not my problem,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Figure it out.” 'Sick vulture-looking snake!' I tightened my fist to subdue my rage. I opened my mouth to protest, but the warning look in my father’s eyes stopped me cold. Of course, he wouldn’t help—not in front of Celene. Her family’s wealth had grown his struggling business into what it was today, and he wouldn’t risk losing that for me. I bit back the words threatening to spill out, my nails digging into my palms as I forced myself to nod. The tension in the room was suffocating. Just then, a knock at the door broke the silence. I turned to leave, but Celene’s voice stopped me. “Don’t go yet.” I halted, my heart racing. 'Could it be . . .?' I shivered as memories of Elaine’s death flooded my mind. One of the servants answered the door, and moments later returned with grim news. “There’s been an incident, ma’am,” the servant said, her voice trembling. “Elaine, the timber merchant’s daughter . . . she was killed tonight. A werewolf attack.” Gasps rippled through the room. Celene’s face twisted, first with horror and then fury. “Where?” “In the woods,” the servant replied. “Near the seamstress’s cottage.” The words hit me like a hammer. My breath caught as Celene’s gaze snapped to me, her eyes filled with suspicion and something darker. “You were there, weren’t you?” she hissed. “I—” My voice faltered. “It was said that Jade was the only one present at the time, ma’am,” the servant added hesitantly. “She was the only witness.” Celene’s fury boiled over. “You were the only one there!” Her voice rose, each word sharper than the last. “And look at her—there’s blood on her clothes!” She pointed, her wild accusation cutting through me. “First, you curse her with your presence, and now she’s dead!” Her words felt like stones hurled at my chest, each one lodging deeper than the last. I couldn’t argue. The faint bloodstains on my tunic felt like a valid confession. “Out of my sight!” Celene snarled, slamming her hand on the table. “Now!” My father’s gaze still remained fixed on his plate, but his hand tightened around his goblet, the faint tremor betraying his guilt. A pang of bitter disappointment settled in my chest, but I pushed it down, the beast stirring faintly, only to be silenced by the ring’s warmth. I fled, tears stinging my eyes.Marie’s room was quiet, her small figure settled on a stool as she waited for me to untangle her golden curls. Her innocent smile was a balm for my aching heart, and for a brief moment, the storm of emotions inside me calmed.I picked up the brush from her bedside table and ran it gently through her hair. The golden strands shimmered in the soft light of the candle on her nightstand.“You’re so nice, Jade,” Marie said softly, breaking the silence. “I wish everyone else was nice to you too.”Her words hit me harder than I expected. I paused mid-stroke, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat. “That’s very sweet of you to say, Marie,” I said, my voice trembling just enough to betray the emotion behind my words. “But don’t worry about me, okay? You just focus on being the wonderful little girl you are.”“But I do worry,” she said, turning to face me, her blue eyes wide with concern. “I hear them talk about you, and it’s not fair. You’re not bad. You’re not a witch like they say.
The journey to the cathedral of Qell was long and somber. I left Nivel alongside other aspiring young humans, each of us seeking to awaken the magic that lay dormant within us. Families from neighboring villages gathered, their excitement a sharp contrast to the heavy dread settling in my chest.The grand cathedral loomed ahead, a towering testament to the power of the Eight Great Gods. Its walls were carved with intricate depictions of their divine feats, the towering spires reaching toward the heavens.As we entered, the air grew thick with reverence and anticipation.But beneath that reverent quiet, whispers floated like venom, coiling through the hallowed space. The awe-inspiring carvings of the Eight Great Gods seemed to watch me with disdain, their divine gaze almost joining the voices.I held tight to my father’s arm as we moved through the crowd. The grandeur around me—the towering spires, the intricate murals—felt more oppressive than holy. Each step I took seemed heavier tha
The ceremony began with an air of grandeur that stole the breath from my lungs.We gathered in the cathedral’s vast main hall, its arched ceiling stretching endlessly above us. Vibrant colors streamed through the stained-glass windows, painting the crowd with hues of crimson, gold, and azure. The scenes depicted on the glass told stories of the Eight Great Gods—divine figures whose power we were meant to channel tonight.Chandeliers shaped like frozen droplets hung suspended midair, as if held by an unseen spell. The golden floor beneath us shimmered, its polished surface reflecting the soft glow of countless lights adorning the hall’s walls.The air hummed with anticipation, the faint notes of a mass choir blending into a melody that seemed to echo within my chest. Their voices carried the weight of centuries, setting the stage for the ritual that was about to change our lives forever.I stood among the other aspirants, each of us clothed in simple white garments symbolizing purity a
The air in the grand cathedral was thick with fear, anger, and accusations. Voices rose in a chaotic uproar, their words striking like arrows."Do you want to kill us all?" a frail old woman cried, her voice trembling as if the mere sight of me—no, the beast—was too much to bear."SHUT IT!" Naila's voice bellowed through my lips, low, hoarse, and filled with menace. The sound alone sent the crowd reeling back, their faces painted in terror."So, she's really a demon?" someone whispered, loud enough for the words to reach my ears."Could she have been the one who killed Elaine?" a man said from the back of the gathering.Naila twisted my mouth into a cruel grin. "Yes," she hissed, her tone dripping with mockery. "I killed her. And every moment of it was exquisite." She licked my lips slowly, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Such a shame you missed it."The crowd erupted in cries of horror."Kill her!" screamed a voice that cut through the chaos.Celene.There she stood, poised at the ce
The High Priestess had done something to the ring. It didn’t just hold Naila back anymore. It was . . . different.Walking through the quiet village streets, I first noticed the change. My senses—heightened, sharp, alive—felt like mine, not hers. I could hear the faint crunch of a man’s boots on gravel from miles away. Smell the soap of a woman bathing behind a closed door. The hairs on my neck stood on edge, not from fear, but from awareness.Naila stirred faintly in the back of my mind. She wasn’t fighting to escape. She was . . . watching.:~*~:At dawn, the village gate came into view, bustling with life. Merchants loaded carts with sacks of grain and barrels of ale. Farmers herded reluctant goats and clucking chickens, their children trailing behind. The guards stood tall at their posts, inspecting incoming travelers more thoroughly than those leaving.Wooden beams stretched high above the gate, weathered but sturdy. Small carvings of protective runes adorned the arch, a feeble a
The carriage loomed ahead like a relic from a storybook—sleek and metallic, with intricate engravings glowing faintly in the early morning light. Its structure was unlike anything I had ever seen. No horses were tethered to it, yet it rested firmly on the ground, humming faintly with energy.“This is your ride?” I asked, my voice betraying my disbelief.“You’ve never seen magic engineering before?” Lydia asked, an amused glint in her eyes.“Not like this.” My gaze traced the gleaming lines along the carriage, the faint blue aura emanating from its underside. “It moves without horses?”Gidon snickered from behind me. “Not just moves, girl—it flies. Okay, maybe not flies, but it’s fast. Faster than anything you’ve ridden before.”Inside, the wonder only grew. The carriage’s interior was a marvel of intricate machinery and cozy design. Gears and pipes ran along the walls, glowing softly as if alive. The seats were cushioned leather, worn but sturdy, and a centerpiece dominated the room:
“Where are we, Blooby?” Gidon groaned, rubbing his temples as he sat up.“Blooby . . . bloob . . . drove carriage away from danger,” the machine said in its mechanical monotone. “Blooby drive and drive . . . bloob . . . Blooby don’t know where we are.”“Wait . . .” Lydia blinked, her glasses crooked as she scrambled to her feet. Her head turned sharply toward the bushes. “Where’s the carriage? Where is my baby?”“Relax. It’s way over there.” Gidon pointed toward a cluster of shrubs just ahead, where the faint metallic glint of the carriage peeked through the greenery.Lydia exhaled audibly, her body slumping with relief. “Oh, thank the gods. My baby is safe.” She placed a hand on her chest and began taking deep, deliberate breaths, as though recovering from near suffocation.“Carriage won’t move,” Blooby said, turning its glowing optics toward her. “Blooby . . . bloob . . . carried everyone out . . . bloob . . . to protect everyone inside.”“Carried everyone out?” Lydia repeated, her
"Blooby!" Lydia shouted, her voice cutting through the rising tension as we stood on the brink of chaos. She fiddled nervously with her glasses, one foot tapping incessantly against the dirt. "What are our chances of survival?"Blooby's copper head tilted slightly, gears whirring as he calculated."Bloob . . . I estimate we have a 57% chance of defeating them.""Fifty-seven?" Butcher's deep laugh rumbled through the group like thunder."That's good enough for me!" Не slammed his axes together, sparks flying from the collision."Why am I not surprised you think that's good odds?" Gidon muttered, already pulling a smoke flare from his cross-bag. "Thicker mist. Better cover. We can run for it."Before anyone could respond, he hurled the flare at the orc-monkeys."You dumb prick!" Lydia yelled, her voice a mix of panic and frustration. "What makes you think a smoke flare will stop a bunch of orc-monkeys?"With a sharp motion, she pulled a glowing device from her belt and flung it toward t
Four matches passed in a blur of footwork, sparks, and strained breaths. A few impressive. Most forgettable. The crowd, still buzzing from Nyomei’s performance, was hungry for the next highlight.They didn’t have to wait long.“Next match—Lotanni Ryel versus Bryon Aros.”A hush settled.The name Bryon alone drew tension. Petrusia’s second-in-command. Royal werewolf. Born with both privilege and power, and trained like a weapon since childhood.He stood and cracked his knuckles, shoulders flexing as he rolled them back. His golden-brown hair shimmered faintly in the sun, eyes narrowing with anticipation.Across the room, Lotanni exhaled slowly, rising to her feet. Her loose braids swayed slightly as she stood. On her shoulder, a small, liquid-like creature purred—a cat-shaped familiar, glimmering like sunlight on rippling water.“Be careful,” Bainer warned, gently brushing Lotanni’s shoulder. “Don’t try to match him in brute strength.”Lotanni smiled, a little too calmly. “I wasn’t pla
A bell rang twice, silencing the chatter. The instructors had returned with a brass raffle box—one by one, names would be drawn to determine the match-ups. The tension thickened, each aspirant sitting stiffer than before, eyes trained on the box like it might bite.One instructor held up the first strip of parchment. “Nyomei Eral.”Lotanni and Bainer instantly turned to her.“You’ve got this,” Lotanni said, bumping her knee.Bainer nodded with an encouraging smile. “You’re stronger than you think.”Nyomei’s stomach twisted, but she rose anyway. “Thanks,” she said quietly, nerves prickling under her skin. She walked toward the gate that led out to the sparring ground, each step heavier than the last.Across the field, her opponent was already grinning as he warmed up. Wiry, confident, and brimming with kinetic energy. He bounced on the balls of his feet, fists flaring with dull-orange sparks.“Your opponent,” the announcer said, “is Orin Zarrin. Mage class. Energy Burst magic.”That dr
“Why are you alarmed by the news? Or don’t you see the resemblance?” Kalu Drya asked, smiling a little deeper.“No, it’s just . . . I didn’t expect to meet the commander’s mother so soon. Least of all like this. It’s really an honor to meet you,” I said, sliding off the couch and dropping to one knee.'Naila would’ve been so thrilled if she wasn’t stuck in the void right now.'But then something clicked.My heart began to race. 'Wait . . . the head healer is a mage. Kema’s a werewolf. So—does that mean he’s a hybrid like me?'I looked up at her, eyes wide.“Get up, child,” she said gently. “It’s fine. And yes, I know what you’re thinking.”I stayed silent, but she didn’t wait for me to speak.“You’re wondering if Kema is a hybrid, aren’t you?”“Well,” I mumbled. “Yeah . . . is he?” The question left my mouth faster than I could stop it.Kalu Drya smiled, but this time there was a quiet sadness in her eyes. “He’s my adoptive son. No blood between us—just bond. I’ll say nothing more on
“So, the test of the Great Gods for you was Jodeicasca, the tailless snake of regret?” Kalu Drya, the Sky Border’s head healer, asked. She was an elderly woman with a smile as gentle as her voice, her presence oddly soothing despite the weight of her words.“For the last time . . . Yes!” I snapped, exasperation leaking into my tone.I lay on a long chair, staring at the ceiling, arms crossed in defiance—yet fear coiled around my heart, twisting inside me.Ten Hours EarlierI woke up gasping, as if I had been drowning and had just broken through the surface. My breaths came in frantic gulps, my chest rising and falling with violent urgency.I was in a large bed—soft, unfamiliar. Blinking through the haze of panic, I took in my surroundings. The room was spacious, pristine, and entirely white. The only piece of furniture was the bed I lay in. Even the loose garment draped over my body was a stark white, blending me into the room like a ghost.I didn’t understand what was happening, but
There was no warmth left in Klaus's lifeless body to fight the cold, but I clung to him regardless, my tears soaking into his brittle skin. I wept until my sobs dwindled to whimpers, shaking not just from the icy darkness but from the fear creeping through every inch of me.Then, without warning, a violent force yanked his body from my arms. It happened so fast, so silent, that I couldn't tell where he had been taken or what had done it. The air seemed to hold its breath, leaving only an oppressive, heart-pounding silence in its wake. My chest thudded so hard it felt like my ribs would crack under the pressure.'What just happened?'"The smaller creatures are warm as a meal from an oven," Klaus had said. Could it be that the larger ones are the opposite? But there was no light, no glowing hint of whatever had taken him."Please . . . don't hurt me," I quavered, my teeth clattering as I wrapped my arms around myself. I looked to my left, then to my right, but the darkness was lung-crus
“Find her head and crawl out of her mouth,” Klaus said, his voice weighed down by hopelessness. “Her tail is endless, leading straight to death and then hell. It’s a gamble to know which side leads to her head—right or left.” He let out a long, defeated sigh. “It’s up to the Great Gods to decide our fate. There’s no such thing as luck here.”‘Her mouth . . . Of course, that must be the way out!’ I thought, my pulse quickening. 'Oh Spirits, what direction should I take if I’m to start this fickle journey?'“I followed the worms,” Klaus continued. “I suppose you were doing the same?”His hand brushed my thigh, and I cleared my throat sharply. He withdrew it without a word.“I got caught in a slime,” I said. “It swallowed me, and I ended up down here. After that, I followed the sound of your humming. But now that I really look at the worms, they’re all moving in one direction.”I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to scratch at the wounds that pained me so. My lovely skin—although not
Klaus withdrew his hand, and I told myself it had been a mistake. He couldn't see me in the darkness any more than I could see him. Maybe he hadn't realized where his hand had wandered.I wanted to believe that. I needed to believe it, for my own sanity.'I may be weak and wounded, but my dignity isn't damaged.'"If you ever escape Jodeicasca," Klaus said, his voice low and rough, "I doubt you'd ever find it in you to commit another sin you'd regret. But that's only if you get out."His hand came back, resting on my chest again, firmer this time. My breath hitched, and a slight sound escaped my lips. He paused, then slid his hand back to my shoulder, stroking it as though nothing had happened.Anger erupted in me like fire. I grabbed his wrist, squeezing his knuckles together until I heard a crack. Then I flung his hand away, my chest heaving.He didn't make a sound, not even a grunt of pain.For a moment, I considered punching him, maybe clawing his face if I could find it in the dar
“Jodeicasca?” I whispered, my voice trembling. “No . . . it’s a myth, isn’t it?”The words felt hollow even as I spoke them. Fear crept under my skin, roughening it with goosebumps.“You’re perishing in her belly, and you ask me such a foolish question,” Klaus replied, clicking his tongue in disapproval.“What foolish question?” I snapped, my chest tightening with panic. “I’m scared out of my mind, Klaus!”“It’s never okay to be foolish, Jade.” He sighed heavily, the sound rasping like sandpaper. “Fear makes fools of people. And fools make mistakes that lead to foolish deaths.”“Then why are we here?” I demanded, my voice shaking. “I can’t speak for you, but why me? Why not those who deserve it more?”Klaus chuckled darkly. “Deserve? Do you think this place cares about fairness?”I ignored him, my thoughts racing. “The myth says Jodeicasca is where the unforgiven suffer endless regret to earn mercy from the Great Gods. If they pass the test, they’re condemned to eternity in the third
“That explains the feeling perfectly,” I said, my voice trembling. “And knowing that doesn’t help. If anything, it makes it worse.”The darkness pressed against me like a living thing. The faint glow of worms scattered across the fleshy ground offered little solace. I could still feel it—the presence of unseen watchers, their oppressive gaze prickling my skin. Were they demons, or was my fear simply feeding my imagination?Klaus shifted beside me, his breaths shallow and strained. “Memories of my wife and daughter came to me not long ago,” he murmured. “Ever since then, the demons have used them to torment me. I can hardly think of my daughter’s innocent face without seeing a dark fog hanging over it. I hear her laugh, calling out to me . . . and then I hear her cry, asking why I abandoned her and her mother.”His voice cracked, and a shudder ran through his frail body. “Izogie, my darling wife. Does she still hope I’m alive? Or has she given up and found someone new? I can’t . . . I