All Chapters of The Moon God's Bride : Chapter 21 - Chapter 29

Chapter 21 Third POV Elara’s eyelids fluttered, her consciousness teetering on the edge of a deep, dreamless sleep. She could feel her past, the memories she had so carefully buried, lurking just beyond the veil of sleep, waiting for her to lose her grip so they could slip through the cracks. They were always there, haunting her at the edge of her thoughts, ready to seize any moment of weakness and drag her back to a time she would rather forget. But before she could succumb to the darkness, a commanding voice cut through the silence, yanking her back to the present.Her heart raced as she jerked upright, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. She scanned the dimly lit chamber, her mind scrambling to make sense of her surroundings. The cold stone walls seemed to close in on her, the shadows deepening as her breathing quickened. But then her gaze landed on him—Solas. He was sitting by the pond, his back to her, his fingers lazily tracing patterns in the water.The sight of him shou

Chapter 23Third POVElara sat on the cold stone slab, feeling the warmth of the food settle in her stomach, the energy coursing through her veins like a lifeline. For the first time since her arrival in this dark, oppressive place, she felt a small measure of strength return to her body. The meal had done more than just sustain her physically; it had given her a fleeting sense of normalcy, a brief escape from the nightmare that had become her reality.Closing her eyes, she let herself sink into that feeling, allowing the memories of her past to wash over her like a comforting tide. She drifted back to a time when life was simple, when her biggest concern was choosing the freshest produce at the village market, and her greatest joy was cooking a hearty meal to share with others.In her mind, she saw herself walking through the village, her feet moving over the familiar cobblestone streets. She was dressed modestly, as always, in a simple dress that allowed her to blend in with the othe

Chapter 25Third POVElara reveled in the hazy remnants of her fond memories, lingering on the comforting images from the village—the farmers’ market, the warm smiles exchanged over fresh produce, the laughter of children in the square. It was a fleeting moment of solace, a time when life was simpler and unburdened. But as she sank deeper into her slumber, those happy images began to fade, replaced by a chilling void.The darkness came swiftly, like a predator stalking its prey, creeping closer with every breath. Elara felt its weight pressing down on her, suffocating her. She couldn’t see, couldn’t hear—just the overwhelming sense of emptiness gnawing at her core. Panic surged through her as the shadows loomed closer, tightening their grip around her fragile form. Her body trembled in the dream, helpless against the suffocating abyss, her mind screaming for escape that never came.Just when she thought she could bear no more, a sudden wave of warmth enveloped her. It was like being wr

Chapter 27Third POVElara awoke to a faint sliver of light filtering through the darkened cave, its soft glow reflecting off the still pond. She blinked, adjusting her eyes to the gentle shimmer as she slowly sat up, confusion momentarily clouding her thoughts. The last thing she remembered was collapsing into sleep, her body aching and sore from the torment of hunger and exhaustion. But now, as she stretched her limbs, she felt nothing but strength, as though the fatigue and pain had been swept away by some unseen force.She rose to her feet, expecting her muscles to protest, to feel the cold stiffness from sleeping on the hard stone slab. But there was none of that. No soreness, no discomfort. Just an overwhelming sense of energy coursing through her veins, as if she were somehow renewed.Elara frowned, running her hands over her arms, her brow furrowed in thought. How is this possible? She had been on the brink of collapse the day before, barely able to think straight, let alone fe

Chapter 29Third POVElara ran her fingers through her damp hair, now freshly washed and braided, as she stood near the edge of the pond. The familiar sense of guilt still weighed heavily on her after the bath, and despite feeling physically renewed, her mind was troubled. She had made up her mind to apologize to Solas for her behavior the previous day, but now she couldn't seem to find him.Where could he be? she wondered as she glanced around the cavern.Pulling the simple, flowing dress she had found from the neatly folded pile onto her body, she felt a determination to put things right. Even though Solas had tormented her with his coldness and power, he had never gone beyond what she could handle. His care, hidden behind a mask of indifference, was becoming clearer now that she was rested and fed. She realized that she may have misunderstood him, and after all these centuries of isolation, maybe he, too, was struggling.“Solas?” she called, her voice soft at first, hesitant, then