2026-02-28 21:58:52"The Verdant Watch has existed for two hundred and forty years," Sablen said.
She had shifted her position while he stood at the wall ... drawn her knees up, wrapped her arms loosely around them.
It was, Thorne noticed, a slightly less guarded posture than before. Like she'd made a decision of her own during his moment at the wall and was acting on it.
He came back to the bed. Sat. Listened.
"It was founded by an elf named Vaelindra, who had lived through the last Clover Mage cycle.”
“She watched what happened when the power was unguided ... when the heir came into the book unprepared, without knowledge, without allies, without understanding of what they carried.”
“The result was catastrophic. The mage consumed himself within three years. Everything he'd been meant to protect was destroyed along with him."
Sablen's voice was flat and even, the cadence of someone recounting history they had memorized young.
"Vaelindra swore it wouldn't happen again. She gathered followers ... elves who understood the importance of the Clover legacy ... and built a network. Watchers. Guides. Protectors."
"We weren't meant to interfere directly in the heir's life. Only to observe, to be in position when the time came, and to provide knowledge and support once the book was received."
"And to decide," Thorne said quietly, "that the forge had to be real."
Sablen's jaw tightened. "That doctrine was added later. By a leader of the Watch who believed that the previous cycle's heir failed because his life had been too easy. Too sheltered.”
“He argued that the power requires someone who has been broken and rebuilt.”
“Someone who understands what is worth fighting for because they've experienced what it means to lose everything."
"How convenient for that theory," Thorne said, "that the person it most affects had no vote in it."
Sablen looked at him. "No," she said. "He didn't."
The honesty of it was disarming, which he suspected was deliberate.
He was beginning to understand her as a communicator ... She used honesty the way a skilled fighter used weight shifts, deploying it precisely when it would prevent you from swinging.
He wasn't unaware of the technique. That didn't make it ineffective.
"The Watch had twelve members when I joined," Sablen continued.
"Spread across Valeria and the neighboring kingdoms. Most of us were field operatives ... assigned to specific posts, responsible for monitoring persons of interest, feeding information back to our elders." A pause that was almost imperceptible.
"That was three years ago."
"How many members now?"
She looked at him steadily. "You'll come back to that question. Let me reach it properly."
He let it go. For now.
"Six months ago," she said, "I was assigned to the Eldoria posting specifically because our elder had received intelligence that the situation there was approaching critical.”
“The Nameless nation had been growing in power for over a decade ... longer than most kingdoms were willing to acknowledge.”
“Our scouts had tracked their expansion and identified a pattern: they were hunting artifacts. Old ones. Pre-kingdom era."
She immediately paused. "The 9 Clover Book was on their list. Has been for a long time. And they knew ... as we knew ... that the book would only respond to Valtor blood. So they were also tracking you."
Thorne processed this. "The Nameless knew where I was."
"They knew you were somewhere in Eldoria. The mining operation was a large one ... hundreds of workers across dozens of sites. Finding one specific person takes time even with dark mage resources."
"But six months ago, our intelligence suggested they were narrowing their search. That's why I was deployed. If they found you before the book reached you, they would have…”
She stopped.
"What?" Thorne asked.
"Killed you," she said plainly. "Or worse. There are dark mage techniques for extracting magical bloodline potential from a living host. It's..." She seemed to choose her next words with care.
"It's not a process the host survives."
The candle flame swayed. Thorne looked at it for a moment before looking back at Sablen.
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Chapter 39:
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Chapter 37:
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