2025-10-12 16:37:21The next morning came slow, like the sun was afraid to rise over Ashvale.
Smoke still lingered from the night before. The village was quiet, too quiet for how many had survived. Kael walked the empty paths, the mud clinging to his boots, the smell of ash and damp wood heavy in the air.
He’d stayed awake through most of the night — cleaning blades, mending wounds, helping the villagers gather what was left. His body was tired, but his mind refused to rest. Every time he closed his eyes, the flames came back — not last night’s small fires, but that fire, the one that had ended his first life.
Now, it was all tangled together. The screams, the storm, Varic’s eyes.
He stopped by the well, staring at his reflection again. The boy looking back didn’t fit the man inside. Too young. Too alive.
“Morning,” a voice called.
It was Elda, the baker’s wife. Her face was pale but kind. She held out a loaf of bread wrapped in cloth. “For you. You kept us alive.”
Kael took it, nodding once. “You should keep it for the children.”
“We’ve got enough,” she said softly. “You don’t look like you’ve eaten in days.”
He smiled faintly. “I’ve eaten worse than hunger.”
She didn’t understand, but she smiled anyway and left.
Kael tore off a piece of bread and ate it slowly, not tasting much. His eyes drifted toward the hills, where the Imperial banners would soon appear. Word of the attack would reach them. Someone would come to ask questions. He needed to be ready — and careful.
That’s when he heard it — soft footsteps behind him. He turned.
A boy stood there. Small, thin, maybe ten at most. Dirt on his cheeks, one shoe missing. He looked at Kael with wide eyes — not afraid, just… curious.
“You’re the one who killed them,” the boy said quietly.
Kael nodded. “Yes.”
The boy came closer, peering up at him. “My brother says you moved like the wind. Said you caught an arrow with your sword.”
Kael didn’t answer. He didn’t like the way the boy’s voice carried awe.
“What’s your name?” Kael asked instead.
“Eryn,” the boy said. “My father used to guard the road, before… before the raiders.”
Kael’s throat tightened. “He fought well.”
The boy looked at the ground. “I saw him. After. Mama says he’s with the Flame now.”
Kael looked toward the distant church spire. “If the Flame has any mercy, then yes.”
Eryn shifted his feet. “Can I learn? To fight, I mean. Like you.”
Kael almost laughed. “You’re too young.”
“I’m not!” the boy said quickly. “I can run fast, and I can use a stick like a spear. I hit Joren right in the nose last week!”
Kael’s smile faded. I was just like him once. Bright, stubborn, certain the world was waiting to be saved.
He crouched down, meeting the boy’s eyes. “Listen, Eryn. Fighting isn’t about being fast or strong. It’s about what it costs you.”
“What do you mean?”
Kael looked at his own hands — clean now, but he could still see the blood that used to stain them. “Every time you raise a sword, someone doesn’t get to go home. Sometimes it’s not the person you wanted.”
Eryn’s lip trembled a little, but he didn’t look away. “Then I’ll fight only when I have to.”
Kael studied him for a moment, then sighed. “Come tomorrow morning. Bring that stick you hit Joren with.”
The boy’s face lit up like sunrise. “Really?”
Kael nodded once. “If you’re going to learn, you’ll learn the right way.”
Eryn ran off, shouting something about “training with the hero.” Kael almost called after him, but the words died in his throat. Hero. The word felt like a wound.
He stayed by the well until the sound of the boy’s laughter faded. Then, slowly, he turned toward the north road.
There, on the ridge, he saw it — a glint of metal, the shimmer of armor. A patrol. Imperial.
Kael’s stomach tightened.
Within the hour, they’d be here asking what happened. He had to play his part — the humble village boy who got lucky, nothing more. The truth would get him killed long before he could reach the people who needed to fall.
He walked back toward his house, mind sharpening with each step. The past had given him one thing: foresight. He knew the game now, the way the Empire twisted stories to suit their power.
He’d use that.
He’d play the loyal servant, the dutiful soldier. Let them think he was just another name on their list of recruits. And when the time came, he’d carve the truth out of the Empire one secret at a time.
As he reached his door, the Echo Stone pulsed faintly beneath his shirt again.
He stopped, pressing a hand to it.
A whisper, almost like a breath: The boy is your test.Kael froze. “What does that mean?”
No answer. Just silence. Then the warmth faded, leaving behind the steady beat of his own heart.
He looked back once more toward the hill, where Eryn’s laughter still echoed faintly in the distance.
The boy of Ashvale. Innocent. Bright. Unbroken by the world.
Kael knew better than to believe innocence lasted long in this empire.
But maybe, just maybe, this time… it didn’t have to end in fire.
He closed the door, and the candlelight flickered against his face — a young man’s face carrying the shadow of an old soul.
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Night fell like ink spilled over stone.The cellar beneath Ashvale’s old mill glowed dimly, one lantern flickering against cold walls. Maps lay scattered across the table, lines drawn, names circled — pieces of a puzzle only Kael could see clearly.Daren sat on a crate nearby, tossing a coin up and down.“Can I say something?”Kael didn’t look up. “You usually do.”Daren caught the coin, leaned forward. “You’re working too quiet. Too clean. Feels like you’re holding your breath before something explodes.”Kael finally lifted his eyes. “It already exploded once. I’m just sweeping the ashes this time.”That made Daren frown. “You talk like a ghost.”Kael almost smiled. “Maybe I am.”The lamp sputtered.Kael leaned over the table, eyes scanning a column of symbols drawn beside each noble’s name. He had written C next to some — for “corrupt.” Others, D — for “dead.” But one name stood out.Lady Seris Valen.Beside it, no mark. Only a small question mark drawn in black ink.“Her again?” Da
Chapter 10: The First Step Back
The morning sun was pale, tired — the kind that never truly warmed anything.Kael rode slow through the lower gates of Vhalric City, hood drawn, eyes scanning every corner.The Capital had changed, yet not at all.New banners hung from the walls, bright red and gold — the color of victory.But underneath, he could still smell it.Old smoke.Old lies.The market streets buzzed with noise — vendors shouting, guards barking orders, the clatter of carts over cobblestone.Daren walked beside the horse, head down, pretending to be another hungry traveler.“You sure about this?” he muttered. “Feels like walking into a wolf’s mouth.”Kael’s lips barely moved. “Sometimes you have to walk into the wolf’s den to see who’s holding the leash.”They passed a patrol — young soldiers in polished armor.None of them would remember him. He hadn’t even been born yet, in their eyes.That thought twisted in his chest like a knife.The echo of the past pressed close.He’d once marched through these same st
Chapter 9: Echo in the Dust
Night had fallen over the western trade road — a thin trail of dust and silence winding through dying fields.Kael’s horse moved slow beneath him, breath rising in pale clouds. The stars were faint, the moon a thin scar across the sky.He rode without speaking. Daren followed behind, fidgeting like the silence itched.“You ever gonna tell me where we’re going?” Daren finally asked.Kael didn’t answer right away. His eyes were fixed on the distance — on a ridge of dark stones jutting from the earth like bones.“Somewhere the empire forgot,” he said at last. “A place that remembers what it’s not supposed to.”Daren frowned. “You talk like a priest sometimes.”“I talk like a man who’s seen too much.”They rode on, the wind whispering through dry grass.When they reached the ridge, Kael dismounted. The stones weren’t natural — each carved with marks half-buried in dust. Old words, faded by time.Daren crouched beside one. “Graves?”Kael shook his head. “No. Warnings.”He ran a hand over o
Chapter 8: A Stranger’s Face
The sun rose quiet over Ashvale.Mist clung to the rooftops like ghosts that refused to leave. The rain had stopped, but the streets still glistened with puddles — tiny mirrors reflecting a pale sky.Kael Ardent walked through it all, his hood drawn low, the weight of the cracked Echo Stone resting in his pocket.He moved like a man half-awake, half-haunted.Every sound felt too familiar — the call of the market traders, the clatter of a blacksmith’s hammer, the laugh of a child darting past.It was all the same as before.And yet… different.Because no one knew him now.No one looked twice.The empire’s strategist, the man once feared and respected in every hall, now passed through the crowd like smoke.He stopped by a stall selling dried fruit. The woman behind it gave him a smile, rough hands brushing against her apron. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, boy.”He met her eyes — gentle, tired eyes. He didn’t answer. Just dropped a coin on the counter.She frowned. “You’re overpayin
Chapter 7: The Hidden Truth
The night was colder than usual.The kind of cold that sinks into your bones, not because of the wind — but because something in the air feels wrong.The mill stood at the edge of Ashvale, forgotten by the farmers who once brought wheat there. Its roof sagged, its walls breathed dust. But for Kael Ardent, it was enough.A roof, a table, and silence.The candle on the table burned low, its light trembling with every gust that crept through the cracks. A map lay open before him, corners held down by stones and an old dagger. Lines crossed over old ones, arrows and circles drawn in dark ink. He had drawn them by memory — the battlefields of his past life.Ten thousand men.One wrong order.And a pyre that ate him alive.His hand stopped over the mark labeled Falric Ridge.That’s where it began — where he’d been told to hold until reinforcements came.Reinforcements that never came.Kael leaned back, the chair groaning beneath him. His fingers brushed the cold metal of the Echo Stone besi
Chapter 6: Fire in the Heart
The morning came cold and heavy, but the light through the window burned gold.Kael sat alone by the river behind the old mill. The air smelled of wet ash and pine, the kind of smell that clung to soldiers’ cloaks after a siege. His hands trembled as he stared at his reflection on the surface — young skin, unscarred face, the eyes of a boy who hadn’t yet seen ten thousand die.He hated it.Every breath of that calm morning felt like a lie. The empire was still out there — still whole, still rotting, still singing the same songs it had sung the night he burned.A flock of birds broke from the trees. Their wings flashed white, scattering feathers over the water. Kael looked up. The sound reminded him of banners snapping in the wind, of battlefields, of men shouting his name before the world called him traitor.His chest tightened.“Not again,” he whispered. “Not this time.”A voice answered, soft and teasing.“You speak to ghosts now, strategist?”Kael turned. A boy leaned against a tre
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