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“I ask you to lead,” Calen said gently. “With your voice, with your presence. Rally the broken. Speak to them before the battle. That will do more than your blade ever could.”Silence fell again.Then Carmen broke it. “He’s right, you know. You terrify me, and I like you.”That earned a weak smile from Elara. She placed a hand on Calen’s chest. “If I do this… if I stand down—it’s because I trust you to bring us through.”“I won’t fail you,” he said.From somewhere down the corridor, a bell tolled—low and urgent.Liora’s head turned sharply. “That’s the western gate. Someone’s returned.”Moments later, a young scout burst into the room, panting and wide-eyed. “Messenger from the Tarnish Marches,” he gasped. “Two captains and a whole unit—riverborn. They’ve come to swear fealty.”Seraphina blinked. “The riverborn? They disappeared after the Fall.”“They say the river called them back,” the scout said.Calen straightened. “Then the Sacred River is still answering us.”He looked once more
Whispers and Wild Gambits
The war chamber in Rivermoore’s restored citadel was still missing a roof, but stars made for a regal canopy. Maps littered the stone table, pinned with broken dagger hilts. Candles sputtered in the breeze, and the voices of command whispered like ghosts between pillars.Calen Storm leaned over a map, brows furrowed, tracing river paths and marked terrain. Across from him, Liora stood with arms crossed and mud on her boots.“Hobb Renn just delivered it,” she said. “Aerondale’s vanguard carries more than swords. They’re deploying what he called ‘phoenix blight fire.’ It burns through steel and stone alike—alchemical and unstable. Last time it was used, it melted the gates of Raventon Keep in under four minutes.”Seraphina’s lips tightened. “That was banned by the Accord of the Twelve Towers. Using it now would be an act of annihilation, not war.”Liora shrugged. “Tell that to King Theron.”Carmen, who had been quietly listening near the edge of the chamber, stepped forward, eyes wide.
Smoke Beneath the Stone
The fog clung to Rivermoore like a second skin—dense, enchanted, and restless. It curled through broken archways and drifted between cracked statues of long-dead kings. The mist dulled every torchlight, softened every footstep, and gave the city an eerie sense of being caught between waking and dream.At the eastern gate, Seraphina stood unmoving, arms lifted as sigils pulsed and danced beneath the sleeves of her dark robes. Lines of silver-blue light radiated outward from her feet, crawling like roots through the ancient stonework and into the surrounding earth. Every breath she took was slow, measured—each word she uttered was part of an old rite that bound mist to mind and stone to silence.Beside her, Commander Ilyra Thornweft, leader of the River Guardians, whispered a steady chant into a conch-shaped charm, her other hand hovering over the hilt of her curved blade. Their voices—one sharp and precise, the other soft and lilting—blended with the sound of the Sacred River below, co
The Raven and the Fire
Cold rain lashed the parapets of Ashford Keep, beating a dull rhythm across ironwork gargoyles and darkened banners. Lightning spider-webbed above the tallest spire, illuminating the silhouette of Aerondale’s citadel for a heartbeat before plunging it back into gloom.Inside the eastern war-tower, a single raven—the color of night-blighted snow—fluttered onto the obsidian rail of the strategy balcony. Its talons scraped stone, a scroll clutched in lacquered claws. The bird cawed once, then fell silent, as though sensing the mood of the men who awaited it.Evan Drake stepped forward, soaked from the ride, and unfastened the scroll. He’d galloped eighteen hours from Rivermoore’s outskirts to deliver his findings, leaving his Shadow Unit camped along the forest line. Rainwater dripped from the brim of his hood to the marble floor, pooling at the boots of the chamber’s grim assembly.At the head of the council table stood King Theron Ashford, polished breastplate gleaming under lamplight,
A Banner of River and Storm
The practice yard outside Rivermoore’s eastern gate—once a cracked expanse of weed‑choked flagstones—now throbbed with new life. Torchlight guttered along makeshift ramparts, spears glinted in neat racks, and the low murmur of gathering troops echoed against half‑toppled towers. Word of the queen’s revival—and her summons—had traveled on Seraphina’s enchanted scrolls faster than any horse could gallop.By night’s third watch more than two hundred soldiers had poured in: river‑folk archers, hill‑country pikemen, former palace guards, and a smattering of wide‑eyed volunteers who barely owned boots. Yet at the center of this motley host stood a tight ring of Vynoria’s senior officers—all women, their armor burnished and battle‑scored, insignia restored from trunks long hidden.Captain‑Marshal Yasmin Draevel—broad‑shouldered, gray‑streaked braid—rested a mailed fist on the pommel of her sword. Beside her stood Shield‑Commander Renata Vale, a slender strategist famed for her river‑cross am
The River’s Heir
Moon‑washed mist curled above the reborn Sacred River, turning its surface into a living ribbon of shifting silver. At the water’s edge, Queen Elara moved through a sequence of flowing martial forms—low stances, sweeping kicks, palms that sliced the air like twin blades. Every motion pulled a thread of river‑light from the current; each filament clung to her limbs for a heartbeat before melting back into the water.Her strength—lost only the night before—had returned ten‑fold. Where blood had once soaked her gown, nothing remained but the shimmer of dew and the scent of river‑mint on her skin.A single pace behind her, Seraphina watched with arms folded and a knot of worry lodged in her throat. “Slow down,” she called, voice soft yet firm. “You’re barely recovered.”Elara pivoted, heel digging into wet sand with a soft hiss. The river‑light flickered, then settled around her shoulders like a translucent cloak. She breathed hard but smiled, cheeks warmed by exertion. “Recovered?” she r
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