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THE CIRCLE OF OLD WOUNDS
Author: Llamanipulatrice
last update2025-11-18 21:20:27

The night sky rippled with a strange, there was a low hum like the world was exhaling after holding its breath for too long. On the cracked plateau overlooking the ruins of the First Temple, Marcus stood alone, the wind tugging at his cloak as though urging him to move. He wasn't thinking about battle formations or divine strategies.

He was thinking about Diana and about the part of himself he feared she would never understand.

A soft crunch of gravel announced someone approaching. Marcus didn’t turn. Only one person walked with that quiet grace, as though the land itself moved aside for her.

“Still trying to solve the fate of the realms alone?” the priestess asked gently.

Marcus sighed. “You know I don’t enjoy company.”

“Not true. You don’t enjoy honesty. They are different things.”

He turned then, meeting her calm, ageless eyes. She had barely aged since the first dawn of human memory, her life tied to the breath of the gods. Her presence always made Marcus feel like the world was s
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  • WHEN THE WARLORD ARRIVES TOO SOON

    The horn’s echo stretched across the citadel like a blade slicing through the last thread of calm.Everyone froze.The Priestess was the first to speak, voice trembling.“That horn… that’s the Black Legion signal.”Alaric closed his eyes. “No. Not now. Not this soon.”But it was already too late.A storm of dust rolled across the valley, rising in waves as an army marched toward them—shields in tight formation, armored horses thundering against the cracked earth, banners stamped with Marcus’s sigil whipping in the wind.The Warlord had come.And he hadn’t waited for an invitation.Xavier grabbed Diana’s hand. “Diana—stay behind me. Marcus left last time furious and half-controlled by grief. You don’t know what he’ll do.”She stared at the horizon, heartbeat quickening.A broken part of her wanted to see him.A wiser part of her feared him.The gates of the citadel shook as the first wave of soldiers approached.“Open the walls!” Alaric commanded. “We don’t provoke him first—let him sp

  • The gate of First Dawn

    Diana was the first to feel it. A deep, pulling weight spread across her chest, forcing her to kneel as the relic inside her pulsed like a second heart. The air thickened, warmer than the wind around them, humming with an ancient rhythm that didn’t belong to the living world.“Diana!” Xavier caught her shoulders before she hit the stone ground. His voice cracked with fear. “What’s happening now?”“I… don’t know,” she whispered, gripping his arm. “But they’re close. The ones the relic remembers.”A hush swept across the citadel walls as every warrior, priest, seer, and mortal turned toward the horizon.The clouds glowed gold, but not a soft, holy gold, not the gentle shimmer of healing or hope.This light was heavy, this light carried judgement.Victor shielded his eyes. “That’s not Marcus. And it’s not Chronos.”“No,” the Priestess said, stepping forward, her breaths sharp. “That… is something older.”Behind her, Alaric froze. His hand tightened around the blade he forged from Catheri

  • The King Who Should Not Be

    For a heartbeat, silence devoured the cavern even the trembling veins of violet stone seemed to freeze as Noctis so long thought dead, long feared lost and stood with the Silent Crown clenched in one hand. The air warped around him, bending toward the weight of his presence. Shadows moved like armor across his shoulders, shifting with each slow breath he took.Xavier stared up at him, still on his knees, body shaking with the crown’s rejected power. Isabelle held him tightly, knuckles white from refusing to let go even as the light burned her skin.“No…” Xavier whispered. “You’re… you’re dead.”Noctis tilted his head, the faintest shadow of a smile—or something crueler—touching his mouth.“Death has never been particularly good at keeping me.”Serathiel remained on one knee at the base of the altar, her masked head bowed. “My king… you were not meant to return.”Noctis didn’t even look at her. His gaze remained locked on Xavier.“You almost bound yourself to a throne that would have d

  • The Silent Crown

    The sky above the shattered plateau churned with smoke and drifting embers. The world still trembled from the clash between Isabelle and the relic’s awakening—the relic whose whispers had tried to consume her, the relic Lucien had begged her to embrace, the relic Xavier had nearly died pulling her away from.Now, the ash-thick air was pierced by a sound none of them expected.A horn, so Deep, Metallic and Ancient.Isabelle whipped around, her heartbeat stuttering. “What… what is that?”Xavier stepped in front of her instinctively, blade still wet with the ichor of the fissure-born shadows. “It’s not Velkan. And it’s not the Queen’s Guard.”Lucien, still on one knee as he recovered from the relic’s backlash, looked toward the horizon. His eyes widened—not with awe, but with fear. “No. It can’t be.”The horn sounded again.Then earth-shaking footsteps followed.Dozens. No—hundreds.Figures emerged from the ash. Armored from head to toe in obsidian-plated armor, helmets etched with the

  • A Thread

    Lines of black-silver lightning split through the tear overhead, branching out in jagged arcs that pulsed with the same cold rhythm burning beneath Diana’s skin. The force of it knocked everyone backward Xavier shielded Diana with his entire body, sliding several meters before bracing them both against a broken stone pillar.Aetherion screamed, not with his voice. With the shard’s voice.A howl of ancient agony and power tore through the air, vibrating the ground beneath their feet. The priestess threw up a protective veil around him, but it flickered, unstable, barely holding as the forces inside Aetherion fought to rip him apart.“Hold on!” she shouted, both hands trembling violently as she forced more of her energy into the barrier.Aetherion convulsed again, floating higher. His eyes burned white-hot, crackling with chaotic threads of light.Marcus…Marcus was still beneath the tear, half-kneeling, his spear lying uselessly beside him. His aura—once blazing with raw war-god streng

  • Sky splits and so do we!

    The sky did not simply open it was somehow fractured, a shattering sound, just like a thousand sheets of glass breaking underwater all echoed through the air as the tear ripped wider, splitting the clouds into swirling spirals of darkness and white-blue fire. Marcus’s scream cut through the chaos, sharp and raw, before being swallowed by the shift in the heavens.Diana’s knees buckled and the thread beneath her skin burned like a live wire, a cold, invasive pulse that synchronized perfectly with the Weaver’s movements. She felt every surge, every command, every pull as if someone were plucking nerves from inside her chest.“Diana—please stay with me!” Xavier grabbed her shoulders, steadying her as the ground reared beneath them like a living thing. Dust spiraled up in a windless vortex. The rift above them pulsed again, releasing a wave of freezing air so strong it knocked the priestess backward.Aetherion’s body spasmed midair, white light leaking from his eyes in thin, trembling be

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