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Season 3-Chp 106
The dreams returned before the voices did.At first, they were small things — soundless flashes behind her eyes, the reflection of moonlight on still water, the faint hum of the Veil she thought she’d buried beneath this new earth. But with each passing night, they grew louder.By the time Helena woke on the seventh morning, the sound had entered her bones again — faint, steady, and unbearably familiar.Three beats.Pause.Two.It came from nowhere and everywhere at once.She left her bed before dawn and stepped outside. The air smelled of salt and burnt rain. Eiren was still asleep, but she could feel it: a restlessness under the soil, a vibration behind the silence.The Spire shimmered faintly on the horizon, its shadow long and thin.Lira joined her a few minutes later, wrapped in a rough wool cloak, hair unbraided and wild. She didn’t speak right away. She didn’t have to. The tremor in the air said everything.“It’s spreading,” Helena said quietly.Lira’s breath fogged the cold mo
Season 3-Chp 105
No one in the southern settlements had ever seen the Spire, but everyone knew where to point.If you stood at dusk and followed the faint seam of silver running across the northern horizon, that was it — the edge of the world, where stories began and people stopped pretending not to believe in miracles.They said a woman lived there.They called her The Mirrorborn.In the fishing town of Caldra, the air smelled of rust and salt. Nets hung like cobwebs from every roof, and the waves sang a low, unending hymn.The children had stopped playing by the shore since the whispers began. The adults didn’t speak of it openly, but the rumor had already slipped between every conversation.“She walks through water without sinking.”“She speaks to glass and it answers.”“She remembers the old gods by name.”By the fifth retelling, she had become something unrecognizable — not Helena, but a myth shaped by longing.And in Caldra, myths were currency.A boy named Taron first saw the light.He was sitt
Season 3-Chp 104
For three days the sky did not change.Gray at dawn, gray at dusk — the same dull lid pressed over Eiren. The sea kept its distance, retreating farther than anyone could remember, leaving the coastline littered with shells that hummed faintly when the wind touched them.The people called it peace.Helena called it waiting.On the fourth morning, the bells rang not in alarm but in rhythm — three beats, pause, two. The same pattern the Spire had used when it spoke. The sound rippled through the fog like a heartbeat amplified by stone.Helena stood by the window of the small house Lira had given her, watching the fog curl against the glass. She hadn’t slept. The sigils under her skin glowed only when she dreamed, and she’d begun to fear what they might answer if she closed her eyes too long.Lira came in quietly, boots leaving wet prints. She carried a tray of bread and a bowl of sea-tea that shimmered faintly blue.“You need to eat,” she said.Helena turned. “I thought you’d be at the c
Season 3-Chp 103
Helena ran before she could think. Her boots sank into the wet sand, leaving prints that the tide tried — and failed — to wash away. Behind her, the sky folded in on itself like a bruised page, a black seam stitching the horizon. The air tasted of iron and cold rain. Every breath came with a memory not entirely hers: the scrape of stone, a child’s cry, someone whispering a name and then forgetting it.Eiren was only a long breath away, but the world had stretched. Fields that had been soft and familiar now rose in strange folds. Trees leaned away as if listening for a different sound; roofs glimmered with a reflection that was not light but thought. Houses along the coastal lane opened their doors automatically as she passed, the people inside looking at her with expressions fragile as glass.“Helena!” someone called. Lira’s voice cut through the fog of her panic, steady and terrible in its calm. Lira was waiting where the road dipped, cloak drenched, hair plastered to her face. Her e
Season 3-Chp 102
The new world breathed differently.The air no longer hummed with static, no more threads of light running under the ground. The sky was a softer gray, and the rivers shimmered as if they remembered what purity felt like.Helena had been living at the edge of the northern coast, in a settlement that called itself Eiren, named after peace that no one truly believed in. Wooden homes grew from the roots of old ruins, stitched together with glass and faith. Children ran through the fields. Bells rang at dawn. On the surface, everything was still.But Helena knew stillness could lie.Every night, she dreamt of the lake of glass — of her reflection cracking, of Elias’s smile fading like breath on frost. She woke with his name in her mouth, but the sound dissolved before she could speak it.Sometimes she wondered if the world itself was avoiding his name.The others called her “the Mirrorborn.” They said she walked out of the storm when everything went dark, carrying the scent of lightning a
Season 3-Chp 101
The night fell with no stars. Only a trembling silver bruise stretched across the sky, flickering like a wound that refused to close. Helena stood on the edge of the ruins once called the Sanctum, her breath visible in the cold, her pulse echoing the slow decay of the world.No birds. No wind. Only the faint hum beneath her feet — the same hum she once heard in the Veil.She lowered her gaze. The ground was veined with glowing threads, pulsing faintly, like veins of light buried deep within the soil. Every pulse synchronized with her heartbeat. Every flash felt like something alive beneath her skin, waiting to wake.“Don’t,” a voice whispered from the shadows.Helena turned sharply. Lira stepped forward, her cloak torn, eyes rimmed red. She looked exhausted — not from battle, but from believing too long in hope that kept dying.“It’s spreading,” Helena said softly. “The fractures. They’re following me.”Lira shook her head. “No. They’re not following you. You’re carrying them.”Helena
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