Did He Knew?
Author: Cindy Chen
last update2025-06-18 22:53:35

The chamber was quiet, bathed in moonlight that poured through the tall windows like silver threads across marble floors. A warm summer breeze drifted in from the gardens below, carrying the faint scent of lavender and roses. The wind rustled the curtains softly, as if the palace itself was holding its breath.

Queen Elara stood near the window, her slender hands gently cradling the barely-there swell of her belly.

Outside, in the distance—faint, but undeniable—a flare of stormlight had danced across the horizon. Golden, electric, and furious. Like a heartbeat pulsing against the sky.

Her chest tightened.

She knew that energy. That impossible combination of storm and radiance.

She would know it anywhere.

“Calen…” she breathed, eyes brimming with a mixture of wonder and pain. “I miss you.”

A hand pressed instinctively to her stomach. Her voice dropped to a whisper, barely louder than the wind.

“My child… your father still lives.”

Her heart ached, but for the first time in weeks, hope fl
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  • Did He Knew?

    The chamber was quiet, bathed in moonlight that poured through the tall windows like silver threads across marble floors. A warm summer breeze drifted in from the gardens below, carrying the faint scent of lavender and roses. The wind rustled the curtains softly, as if the palace itself was holding its breath.Queen Elara stood near the window, her slender hands gently cradling the barely-there swell of her belly.Outside, in the distance—faint, but undeniable—a flare of stormlight had danced across the horizon. Golden, electric, and furious. Like a heartbeat pulsing against the sky.Her chest tightened.She knew that energy. That impossible combination of storm and radiance.She would know it anywhere.“Calen…” she breathed, eyes brimming with a mixture of wonder and pain. “I miss you.”A hand pressed instinctively to her stomach. Her voice dropped to a whisper, barely louder than the wind.“My child… your father still lives.”Her heart ached, but for the first time in weeks, hope fl

  • The Spark Breaks

    The forest held its breath.Calen knelt alone in the clearing, chest heaving, the pendant clutched in his palm. His thoughts spun like a vortex—grief, rage, disbelief, and the ancient weight of a destiny that had just been forced into his hands.Then it happened.The pendant pulsed once—then again, faster, harder. A sudden torrent of light exploded from Calen’s body: a storm of crackling lightning, veined with luminous gold, surged outward in a sphere of wild, blinding power. It scorched the air, rippled through the earth, and sent golden arcs branching across the trees like veins of living energy.The ground trembled. Wind howled. The clearing lit up like a second sun had burst open in the heart of the forest.Above him, bolts of electric-blue and gold seared into the sky. His body arched, hovering slightly above the ground as the storm raged through him—not just storm, but purpose, memory, and bloodline—all awakening at once.Then, just as quickly, it faded.Calen collapsed forward,

  • Leave Him!

    The light faded.Silence settled around them—dense, heavy, absolute.For a long, breathless moment, Calen and Carmen stood frozen, unmoving, their eyes locked on the empty space before them, where just moments ago, the memory had played out like a divine revelation. Now, it was gone—vanished as if it had never been there. No more voices. No more images. Only the soft rustle of wind through the trees and the distant chirp of insects singing the twilight song.They had returned to the forest clearing.But something was different now.Everything was different.Carmen’s lips parted slightly, as if to speak, but nothing came out. Her mind raced, trying to stitch together the fragments of what she had just seen—the fire, the fury, the sorrow, the truths that unraveled like stars falling from the sky. Her chest tightened. Her fingers trembled.She turned to Calen, searching his face.She expected emotion—anger, denial, confusion, anything—but instead, he was still. Completely still. His gaze

  • Aldric’s Memory

    Calen and Carmen stood frozen—suspended in light, but no longer weightless. The silver tendrils from the pendant retreated, dissolving into the void, replaced by a quiet hum that pulsed like a heartbeat. The cosmic darkness around them shifted, folded inward, and then—A scene unfolded before their eyes.Not a vision.Not a dream.A memory.But not theirs.They stood unseen, like phantoms, watching as a storm-torn battlefield emerged beneath a blood-red sky. Thunder rolled across blackened clouds, and the wind howled with unnatural fury. Enormous shadows filled the horizon—dragons—their wings blotting out the light, twisting through smoke and ash. Below them, armies clashed, magic clashing against steel, light against darkness. Screams echoed in the wind.In the heart of the chaos stood a man wreathed in roaring winds—his silver armor cracked but still gleaming, his eyes burning like molten mercury. A storm circled him, a tempest of fury that lashed out at the twisted horrors summoned

  • The Pendant and The Union

    As the final echo of fleeing hooves faded into the mist, silence returned like a heavy shroud, pressing down on the clearing with suffocating stillness. The air, moments ago thick with violence and shouts, now felt eerie—hushed, reverent, as though the forest itself held its breath.Calen lowered his sword slowly. The steel gleamed faintly, catching threads of gray dawn, its edge still wet with blood that dripped onto the mossy ground in slow, deliberate drops. He scanned the clearing, his sharp gaze flicking between the two women—but it lingered longer on Carmen. Just a moment longer. A flicker of something unreadable passed across his storm-gray eyes.He stepped forward—measured, deliberate, as though approaching a wounded animal. The hem of his cloak brushed leaves and broken twigs, disturbed only by his presence. Morning mist swirled around his boots, reluctant to part for him.“Are you all right?” Calen’s voice was low, quiet—edged not with fear, but with a calm concern that almo

  • The Ambush

    The pale light of dawn had not yet kissed the treetops when Carmen and Liora rode in silence across the mist-choked lowlands. The world around them was painted in shades of silver and slate, the air damp and heavy with dew. Their cloaks clung to their bodies, drawn tight against the biting chill that had not yet yielded to the sun. Even the horses' breaths steamed visibly in the air, soft puffs of white that vanished almost as quickly as they came.Nestled deep inside Carmen’s inner coat pocket, the pendant throbbed gently—cold against her skin, its pulse alien and dissonant, as if it beat to the rhythm of something ancient and watching. It felt neither alive nor dead, but aware—a silent passenger, ever-present and impossibly still.Their horses moved swiftly but cautiously, hooves softened by the damp loam of the forest trail. Each clop against the earth echoed a little too loud in the silence. Ahead of them, the outline of the Forbidden Forest grew ever larger, a jagged line of shad

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