LOGINGILDEONThe moment dragged him back to the days when the Old Man forbade him from joining battles outright. Too risky, he’d said. Too many high-ranking sylphs might see his dragon form. So he had stood aside and watched others risk their lives. He resented that even the younglings had been allowed to help in some way.This situation, however, was complicated. If he dropped into that crater now, whose side would he even be fighting on?A handful of sylphs remained behind the lines to watch him instead. Warriors and spellcasters both. Even with the Prisoner Sigil burned into the back of his neck, they weren’t taking chances.Araheen hadn’t bothered with subtlety. Her strategy was simple: strike fast and overwhelm the enemy with numbers. The enemy force was small, their morale already broken. No reinforcements were anywhere close.If it were up to him, he would’ve done the same.Best to end it quickly.
ARAHEENShe went on to explain how, after the two of them had descended to Earthland, Feviel had temporarily taken control of the operation and made several adjustments. The sylphs had been unable to intervene directly without alerting the hunters—or tipping Gildeon off in any way.Instead, Feviel had sent one of his owls to act as his eyes, quietly watching over her from a distance.“Why didn’t he appear sooner?” Gildeon asked. “You were in danger plenty of times.”“You were protecting me, remember?” she replied. “And when you weren’t around, I was capable of defending myself. I also had contingencies in place for situations where the other me came close to dying.”Gildeon considered this. “Like the time you fought Drusden and Zylas?”She nodded. “I awakened inside Arah’s mind. I had to take control to survive.”He picked up another small stone and flicked it toward the Mad End’s Wall. It disintegrated instantly as u
GILDEON“I don’t know what happened.”She glared at him. “Liar.”The dagger’s tip pressed deeper beneath his chin, drawing a thin line of blood.“Believe me,” he said, “I’ve no fucking idea why I shadow-walked us here.”Araheen studied him for a long moment, then she pulled the dagger away and released his jaw.He exhaled, lifting a hand to his throat to wipe the blood away. Pushing himself to his feet, he retraced his thoughts to the moment before the void had appeared.Memories of Eitan and Yadira’s torture had flooded him. Thinking about the Shining Keeper had made his emotions flare out of control.Just like the first time he had shadow-walked through Roselia’s fog—Was that the trigger? His anger. His guilt. His regret.“No—no, no!” Araheen’s alarmed voice yanked him back.She hu
GILDEONIt took him a moment to claim his balance on the damned bird. In full dragon form, the air obeyed him. Here, he was forced to trust feathers and leather instead of scale and instinct.The saddle creaked under his weight as the eagle banked. The massive body beneath him flexed with every beat of its wings, dragging his center of gravity half a breath off where it should’ve been.He sat close behind Araheen, thighs locked around the curve of the saddle, boots braced against the straps, fingers wrapped around the leather grips at his sides—at least those were solid and steady beneath his hands.“Do you need me to land first so you can take a break… Dragon?” Araheen asked, a thread of quiet mockery woven through her voice.He huffed a low laugh. “I’m fine,” he said. “Though I’d be far more comfortable if you lifted the Prisoner Sigil and let me shift. Then you could r
ARAHEENA servant directed her to the Relic Chamber of the Grand Castle.It was her first time entering it. Only the general—and those he personally permitted—were allowed inside. She remembered how much she had once resented Theobald for boasting about being brought here before her.She had always dreamed of seeing this place.Heavy curtains of blue and gold velvet draped the silver walls. Across those walls were sigils etched by the sigilmakers of past generations—her mother among them.Araheen recognized several of her mother’s designs carved into the crystal columns that lined the chamber.Her gaze moved slowly across the relics displayed throughout the room.Some rested upon ornate pedestals, others were preserved beneath glass covers or arranged neatly on crystal shelves. Ancient swords, calcified feathers from great birds, enchanted devices, and petrified remains of creatures shaped by s
ARAHEENThe High Council erupted into a mix of reactions.“I am not opposed to that arrangement,” one of the female High Council members said. “Lady Araheen has proven herself one of our finest tacticians. It would be logical for the Dragon to be placed under her supervision.”“But we require someone with greater battlefield experience,” Lord Harius countered. “A true warrior. Commander Reinhardt remains the most practical choice.”“Lady Araheen is both a formidable combatant and our most skilled sigilmaker,” another High Council member argued.“Which is precisely a concern,” Lady Deenia interjected. “Why risk our most valuable sigilmaker on the front lines?”“She has already taken greater risks than most of us in this room,” another replied. “She baited the Dragon herself and executed a plan that required immense personal d
GILDEONHe stilled, masking his reaction with an innocent frown. Arah's gaze bore into him as he watched the short clip. He doubted she knew anything, but he couldn't take any chances. Behind him, he sensed Ghulik trying to slink away.‘Where do you think you’re going?’ he growled internally. The gobl
Many Years Ago (Part 6)GILDEONThe outpost harbor came alive as soon as they anchored. The crunch of boots on thick snow echoed through the crisp air, mingling with the crackling flames from the fire pits scattered around the camp.Gildeon sat on the gunwale, one leg propped up on the rail, waiting fo
ARAH“Come on, Arah, tell us the truth.” Tonio leaned forward from the couch, his eyes more insistent than teasing. “It was you who killed those fugitives, wasn’t it?”It hadn’t been a week since the incident, and this was the first time she’d let her friends come over. They wanted details—details she
ARAHJeric offered to escort her home. He admitted to overhearing her conversation with Gildeon and catching the word “threat.” She tried to assure him everything was fine, but he insisted. Eventually, she agreed. Maybe it was a good thing. Whoever meant her harm might think twice when they saw her w







