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. I know you’re not.” The sincerity in her voice made my chest ache. “Thank you, Marie,” I whispered. “That means more than you know.” “Sometimes,” she continued, her voice lowering to a whisper as if sharing a secret, “I think Mama says those things because she’s scared. She’s scared of things she doesn’t understand.” Her words left me speechless. For such a young child, Marie’s insight was startling. “She doesn’t need to be scared of me,” I said softly. “I’d never hurt anyone here. You know that, right?” Marie nodded vigorously. “I know. You’re like my big sister.” I smiled despite the heaviness in my heart. “And you’re like my little sister,” I said, brushing a hand gently over her hair. “I’ll always look out for you, Marie. No matter what.” “Promise?” she asked, holding out her tiny pinky finger. “Promise.” I hooked my pinky with hers and gave it a small shake. For a moment, the tension of the evening melted away, replaced by the warmth of her innocent trust. But that peace was shattered when the door slammed open, and Celene stormed in, fury radiating off her in waves. “What do you think you’re doing?” she shrieked. I froze, the brush still in my hand. “I was just—” “Don’t touch my daughter!” she bellowed, grabbing my arm and shoving me hard. My back hit the wall, and the brush clattered to the floor. Marie began to cry. “Mama, stop!” But Celene wasn’t listening. Her voice shook with rage. “You’ve brought nothing but misery into this house,” she spat. “And now Elaine is dead because of you. You’re a witch, Jade, and you always will be!” The words hit me like a physical blow, but I held my tears back, refusing to let her see them. “What’s going on here?” My father’s voice cut through the tension, and I turned to see him standing in the doorway. Celene rounded on him, her anger undiminished. “Your precious daughter was the only one near Elaine when she was killed! If she isn’t cursed, then explain that!” His face was tight, unreadable. Guilt? Hesitation? It was impossible to tell. I tightened my fists. “You won’t have to deal with me for much longer!” I shouted, my voice trembling. “I’m going to become a Watcher after my awakening, and I’ll leave all of you behind!” The words were met with a stunned silence, and then the sharp crack of a slap split the air. My cheek burned, and my head jerked to the side, tears spilling freely before I could stop them. I turned slowly, the sting making me feel small and hollow. The room stayed quiet, the tension thick enough to suffocate. When I looked up, it was my father’s hand that hung in the air. His face was tight, his eyes glassy with tears. He didn’t say anything—he didn’t need to. Celene stood behind him, her arms crossed, her lips curled into a triumphant smirk. Beside her, her twin daughters and Gregor stared, their faces blank with shock. Only Marie made a sound, her quiet sobs breaking the silence. I turned and fled before anyone could stop me. My footsteps echoed down the corridor as I ran to the attic, my small sanctuary in this wretched house. Once inside, I slammed the door shut and collapsed onto the hard floor. The cold wood pressed against my cheek, and for the first time in what felt like ages, I let the tears fall freely. I touched the silver ring on my finger. It glinted faintly in the pale moonlight streaming through the small attic window. Its cold comfort reminded me of the beast within me—the monster waiting to surface. And what was worse? The monster outside my room wasn’t much different.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
Ever been in a dark room—not just any dark room, but one unfamiliar, suffocating, and full of unknowns? You stumble forward, arms outstretched, every step cautious as your eyes strain against the blackness, searching for any hint of light. That’s what it was like for the first thirty minutes inside Gyrange’s Cave after the massive doors slammed shut behind us.Then came the green rings of light.They lined the walls, ceiling, and floor of a corridor, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat.“It’s hard to tell what comes next. Everything looks suspicious,” Butcher muttered, his eyes scanning the eerie glow.“We were let in too easily,” he added, tightening his grip on his axes. “Feels like we’re walking into a trap.”“Let’s just avoid stepping into the circles,” Gidon suggested, his voice unusually serious.“For once, I agree with Gidon,” Lydia chimed in, taking a deliberate step forward—right into a green circle. She turned to face us, her expression calm. “See? Nothing happened.”'She’s moc
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