Calen’s Escape
Author: Cindy Chen
last update2025-03-24 10:41:27

Calen exhaled slowly, keeping his back pressed against the cold stone wall of the palace corridor. He had slipped past two guards already, but the hardest part was yet to come—getting through the main halls without drawing attention.

Dawn was breaking, and the palace was beginning to stir. Servants shuffled through the corridors, preparing for the day ahead. The distant clang of armor signaled the changing of the guard. He had to move now.

Keeping his head down, he adjusted his stance, walking with the hurried but purposeful stride of a palace servant.

He turned a corner—

And nearly crashed into a soldier.

Calen’s instincts kicked in. He shifted his weight at the last second, stepping sideways, his body twisting with practiced ease. The soldier barely noticed him, brushing past as he spoke to his comrade.

“This is serious,” the man muttered under his breath. “The Queen ordered additional patrols across Rivermoore. Every gate is to be watched, and no one is to leave without clearance.”
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  • The Connection

    They sat in the grass, lungs still burning, silence stretching between them as the dust from the temple’s collapse settled into the air. The clearing was hushed—eerily still, as if even the forest held its breath. Smoke rose in lazy spirals from the sealed chasm behind them, curling like whispers from a forgotten mouth. It felt like the ancient place had finally exhaled its last breath, taking centuries of secrets with it.Carmen clutched the pendant tightly in her hand. Its radiant blaze had faded, but it hadn’t gone dark. It still pulsed faintly—steady, rhythmic, like a heartbeat under glass. Alive. Waiting.She turned to Calen, her voice low but steady despite the exhaustion lining her features. “I saw something. Back there, when I collapsed.”Calen leaned toward her, worry tightening the lines around his eyes. Liora, crouched nearby and still catching her breath, tilted her head, half-curious but not interrupting.Carmen’s gaze shifted between them. “It wasn’t a dream. It felt too

  • The Fire Before the Fall

    Darkness cradled her.Carmen drifted through layers of silence, heavier than sleep, deeper than dreams. And then—light. Faint at first, then blazing like memory returned.A vision bloomed before her.She stood not as herself, but within someone else—eyes she did not own, heart pounding to a rhythm not hers.A grand hall shimmered beneath her feet, draped in silver banners and carved obsidian pillars. Torches flickered with blue fire. The air was warm, filled with the scent of myrrh and ember-scorched silk. And on the dais ahead, a woman stood tall—regal, proud, yet with sorrow carved into the lines of her brow.The Queen.No name came to Carmen’s lips, but she knew. She felt it. This was the flameborne sovereign of old—ruler of Drakhtarion during its golden age. Her crimson gown billowed like fire itself, and in her arms she cradled a newborn, wrapped in scalesilk and light.A child.The Queen pressed her lips to the infant’s brow, her voice a tremor in the quiet. “You were born from

  • The Archives

    Shadowmere – The Observatory TowerThe air was thick with dust and candle wax. Ancient tomes lined the circular chamber of the High Archives—some so old their bindings had fused with the shelves. It had been years since anyone had stepped this far into the forbidden tier of Drakhtarion records.But Serenya Draeven moved with purpose.In her hand was a scroll of ancient items of the royals. And one word had haunted her since:Pendant. Calen talked about it before he left Shadowmere. He mentioned about the vision, about a girl named Carmen, about Aldric Storm. What is it?Serenya’s fingers brushed along the rows of weathered spines until she found what she was looking for: “Relics of Flame: The Oathbound Artifacts of Drakhtarion.”She opened it with care.The pages crackled. And there, inked in faded crimson and gold, was the sketch of a sigil—a stylized flame wrapped in a spiral of light, embedded into a teardrop-shaped pendant.Her heart skipped.“The Heartfire Sigil: a relic forged d

  • The Whispers Beneath

    The mist thickened with every step.What had once drifted in harmless tendrils now writhed like living things—coiling up the walls, creeping along the floor, slick and sentient. Carmen’s boots splashed into a shallow puddle. She froze.“There wasn’t water here before…” she whispered.Calen crouched, touching the ground. A smear of dark, viscous liquid clung to his fingertips.“Shadow ichor,” he said grimly. “Residual essence from old magic. The seal is bleeding.”“Wonderful,” Liora muttered. “So now the temple’s leaking ancient demon juice. Perfect.”Then the air shifted. Not visibly—but Carmen felt it. A tug in her chest. The corridor didn’t twist, and yet… something was off. The stone felt farther. The air, heavier. Time slowed.Calen stopped. “Wait.”“What now?” Liora said, low and sharp.His eyes narrowed. “The corridor—it’s longer. Too long.”They turned. The archway behind them had vanished into shadow. And the exit ahead... gone.“We’re not in the same space anymore, are we?” C

  • The Echo and the Warning

    The corridor behind the containment chamber grew colder with every step. The walls no longer merely loomed—they pressed, as if the ancient stone itself wished to push them back, to choke out the trespassers that dared awaken what lay beneath. The air felt dense and old, steeped in centuries of silence and dust.Each footfall echoed unnaturally, as though the sound traveled further than it should, returning distorted, like memories with too many teeth.Calen’s palm shimmered faintly with stormlight, the golden crackle casting trembling shadows across the damp stone. It barely held the darkness at bay.Carmen walked close behind him, her breath clouding faintly now. “This place feels… wrong,” she whispered, her voice soft but tense. Her hand brushed along the wall, fingertips finding grooves that felt like claw marks.“It felt wrong three hallways ago,” Liora muttered behind them, her fingers resting on the hilt of her dagger, eyes scanning every corner. “Now it feels cursed. Like the w

  • A Coffin

    Drakhtarion’s Hidden TempleThe air grew thicker with every step they took. A weight hung in the atmosphere—not just the musty scent of dust and stone, but something older, something that hummed faintly against the skin like the charge before a lightning strike. The narrow corridor pressed in on them, the walls slick with moss and condensation. Roots snaked from the ceiling like skeletal fingers.The flame in Calen’s palm flickered as if reacting to the dark around them, burning a pale gold that barely pushed back the oppressive shadow.Carmen walked close behind, her other hand gripping the pendant now slung around her neck. It pulsed faintly in response to Calen’s magic, warm against her chest. Her eyes darted along the walls—every crack in the stone felt like it might open its eyes.Behind her, Liora huffed, boots squelching softly in the damp. “I’m going to be real honest, this is exactly the kind of place people die in tragic, ancient poems. You know, ‘and so they wandered into t

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