All Chapters of Chronicles of the Cycle: When the Sun is Blue : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
12 chapters
Chapter 1 - Rumors of a Sealed World
The Breaking of the SealThe night fell heavy over Fosack. The air was charged with an unnatural stillness, as if the continent itself were holding its breath for something that had been contained for centuries. In the depths of a forgotten clearing, someone walked in circles over ground marked with ancient symbols. The drawing had been there since before the cities grew, etched into living stone in the center of the continent. It was not a perfect circle, but a weave of interlocking lines, impossible runes that seemed to shift when the moonlight fell upon them. The heart of Fosack. The place of the seal.The hooded figure knelt in the middle of the lines. From an iron-bound box, they removed a small vial. Inside, a dark liquid shimmered as if it had trapped the light of the stars. Noxis. The last of it that remained pure, guarded for generations in the vaults of the dynasty. With steady hands, they poured a few drops onto the runes carved in the stone. The air changed instantly. The
Chapter 2 - The Mural That Breathes
The bell signaling the end of class echoed like a metallic clang through the halls of Rixus Institute. My head was still spinning from the discussion with Maestra Zara about Fosack’s new genesis era. She had taught her class with that calm authority that commands respect, but the same thing kept ringing in my ears: the official history didn’t line up with what I had read in rumors and old writings. And that void, that blank space, was what pulled me in like a magnet.Karol was waiting for me by the door, clutching her notebooks to her chest. The smile she gave me held a hint of nervousness, as if she were excited to carry out the teacher’s assignment. “Alright, Miguel,” she said. “Time for the official tour. Brace yourself, because this campus is a labyrinth.” I nodded, following her as the other students scattered into clusters of laughter and quick conversations. The main hallway opened into a wide corridor with soaring ceilings and stained-glass windows that let in a fragmented lig
Chapter 3 - The Curiosity That Awakens
KarolI had never paid so much attention to a new student… and I’m not the type to be easily impressed. But Miguel was different. From the very first day, there was something about him I couldn’t ignore: his eyes didn’t just look, they observed; his questions weren’t simple curiosities, but attempts to read between the lines, to uncover what the rest of us accepted without question.Today, as we walked through the Institute’s inner gardens, I noticed it again. He was walking ahead of me, his fingers brushing the edges of the columns, the leaves of the shrubs, even the rims of the stone fountains. Every gesture seemed to be measuring, calculating, memorizing.“Karol…” he said suddenly. “Have you ever felt like something in this place doesn’t fit?”I stopped, raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” “I don’t know… like there are secrets no one wants you to find.” He turned to me, his eyes shining with intensity. “Like that mural…”I glanced toward the old wall of the central courtyard, w
Chapter 4 - Shadows in the Hallways
The Institute had a strange silence to it that morning. Maybe it was my imagination, or maybe it was the stares. I had noticed for a few days now that some students followed me with their eyes—not with curiosity, but with the kind of contempt that hides behind a polite smile. I didn’t like it, but it didn’t stop me either.That day, as we were leaving History, the tension exploded. “Look who’s talking about old wives’ tales again,” said a tall boy, his uniform perfectly pressed and the emblem of a student society embroidered on his pocket. Two of his friends were with him, surrounding me in the hall.Karol, who was walking beside me, frowned. “Leave him alone, Arven,” she said sharply.Arven smiled, but not at her. At me. “I’m just saying, we come here to study what’s real, what’s documented, not fables about portals and lost magic. Or do you think you know more than the teachers?”I stood still. I could have lowered my head and walked away, but my blood was boiling. “If they were jus
Chapter 5 - Solar Flares
Isandra Veyra:The echo of applause still vibrated in my ears as we closed the doors to the private lounge. The air smelled of expensive perfume, of sweat held back under jackets, and of the smoke from the projectors still cooling in the plaza. Outside, the people chanted his name; inside, Governor Edrian Veyra unbuttoned the collar of his shirt and threw me a victorious smile. “An impeccable speech,” I said, arranging my papers on the long table where his advisors were already crowding around with folders and tablets. “I expected no less,” he replied, pouring himself a glass of water as if he had just run a marathon. “Did you see their faces, Isandra? They believe every word.”I nodded. There was no need to remind him that we had rehearsed for weeks to achieve just that: the right look, the perfectly timed pause, the seemingly improvised hand gesture that was anything but. Everything was calculated.“The news channels are already broadcasting the strongest clips,” one of the advisors
Chapter 6 - The Flame of Fraxy
MiguelThe night smelled of damp asphalt and the promise of rain. I held the two pieces of paper in my hand, nearly identical in their mystery. One was a simple slip with an address jotted down in a quick but elegant script, the one Kai had given me. The other, a stiff, formal business card, had the same address written on the back. Two invitations, one destination.I decided to follow the directions from Kai’s paper. There was something about the older student’s calmness that inspired more trust than the rehearsed smile of the man in the suit.The address led me far from the Rixus campus, to a residential neighborhood of two-story houses with small front yards. It was a normal, almost boring place, the kind of spot where no one would expect to find the epicenter of a conspiracy. I stopped in front of a number painted on a wooden mailbox. Soft music drifted from inside the house, along with the murmur of several conversations mixed with occasional laughter. Colored lights flickered be
Chapter 7 - What the Flame Remembers
MiguelKai’s hand turned the knob, and the door swung inward, revealing a silent darkness. The sound of the “party” behind us cut off abruptly, as if we had crossed an invisible barrier. Kai gestured for me to enter and closed the door, plunging us into an almost total stillness. A second later, a series of fluorescent lights flickered on above us, revealing the true heart of the operation.If the living room was the disguise, this was the brain. We were in a basement, its concrete walls hidden beneath an ocean of information. Enormous corkboards covered every inch, interconnected by a web of red string that looked like pulsing veins. They linked satellite photos, portraits of politicians—I recognized Governor Veyra at the center of it all—newspaper clippings, and complex scientific equations. The air was thick, heavy with the smell of burnt coffee, the low hum of several computers, and the static energy of a shared obsession.Silas was already here, leaning against a table with his a
Chapter 8 - Threads on the Map
Isandra VeyraThe artificial light in the Governor’s office was cold, designed to keep the mind sharp and eliminate any shadow where ambiguity might hide. Outside, the Rixus night enveloped the city, but in here, at the pinnacle of the Veyra tower, time itself seemed under our control. Edrian watched the cityscape through the armored window, his hands clasped behind his back. He wasn’t admiring the view; he was assessing it, like a general studying a map before a battle. My place was at the long, polished mahogany table, a holographic screen floating silently before me, displaying the post-crisis reports.The crisis, of course, was the one we had manufactured. “Solar flare.” An elegant, scientific term to cover up a massive electrical storm that had swept across all of Fosack. The narrative had been a success. Edrian’s speech, where he announced his aspiration for Internal Minister of the continent, had calmed public nerves and reinforced his image as a firm leader in times of uncerta
Chapter 9 - Echoes in the Walls
MiguelThe next morning, the sun filtering through the stained glass of Rixus felt like a sham. Walking through the institute’s hallways, which just twenty-four hours ago were merely a labyrinth of new experiences, had become an exercise in paranoia. Every security camera on the corners of the buildings seemed to slowly turn to follow me. The sleek, silver logo of the Veyra corporation, visible on students’ tablets and projectors, was no longer a symbol of progress, but the emblem of a crownless monarchy that watched me from everywhere. The truth was a heavy burden, and I carried it on my back, feeling it stoop my shoulders with every step. Knowledge hadn’t made me freer; it had locked me in a cage of fear and secrets.“Miguel, wait up!”Karol’s cheerful, carefree voice cut through the fog of my thoughts. She ran up to me, a smile on her face that made me feel like a traitor. She still lived in the world from before, the real, simple world that I had lost forever in a basement filled
Chapter 10 - The Fever and the Roar
MiguelThe note on my pillow wasn’t just a piece of paper. It was a violation. It was a statement. The cold wall of paranoia that had been closing in on me all day had finally collapsed, crushing me. The surveillance was no longer passive, no longer across the street or down a distant hallway. It had been in my room, in my safe space. Fear, until that moment, had been an animal stalking me from a distance. Now, it was in the cage with me. I sat on the edge of my bed, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, staring at the three words in that elegant, unfamiliar handwriting: The mural breathes.Solitude was a death trap. They would isolate me, make me doubt my own sanity, and then, when I was scared and confused enough, they would make their move. I couldn't let them. Kai, Silas, Rocco, Lena... they were all I had. Ignoring the tremor in my hands, I left my room and headed for the student wing’s communication center. The emergency method was risky: sending a text message to