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I Only Want To Talk

Author: Cindy Chen

2025-05-26 17:51:17

It had been several days since Calen Storm first set foot in Eryndall, yet the city—grand as it was—offered him nothing but silence. Its towering spires and gilded domes might have held the whispers of thousands, but none spoke the truth he sought. Each morning, he walked the length of the stone bridges and winding alleys, passing under hanging lanterns and between marble arches, all while the city moved around him—alive, indifferent. Street performers played zithers on corner plazas, vendors shouted over carts of fruit and perfume, and nobles swept past in embroidered cloaks. Yet not a single voice could tell him what had become of his father.

The trail, if it ever existed, had long since faded into the dust of time. All he had were stories—half-remembered, conflicting tales passed down by soldiers who had once marched under the banners of the Drakhtarion Rebellion. Some said Aldric Storm had fled to the mountains. Others whispered he had journeyed through Eryndall to find allies amo

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It’s Starting
The air trembled with distant thunder, though no storm touched the skies.Calen stood still beside Carmen, their gazes locked after sharing the same haunting vision—the rise of Tharstan, the ender of realms. For a moment, even the chaos of the battlefield felt muted, swallowed by the dread they both carried. But the silence shattered like glass.A horn blared in the distance.Then another.And another.The hills beyond Vynoria burst with motion—armored battalions of Aerondale poured down in waves, their banners a cascade of red and gold under the grim sky. Siege towers rolled over the horizon, and spells lit the air like wildfire. The army wasn’t just attacking—they were trying to end everything.“Here they come,” Carmen muttered, her hand instinctively reaching for her weapon. The newborn baby nestled safely inside the warded tent behind them, protected by layers of enchantment and guarded by Liora, Seraphina, and the best warriors of Vynoria.Calen’s eyes narrowed. “He wants us dead
Whispers in The Blood
The sky burned red over Rivermoore.Aerondale's catapults screamed from the ridges, hurling flame and smoke across the southern walls. Siege engines groaned with the rhythm of war. Steel clashed against enchanted stone, and every breath in the city tasted of fire, iron, and fear.Calen Storm fought near the broken eastern gate, his cloak torn, his stormlight flaring from both hands. Every motion summoned lightning to his fists, but his focus frayed.Not because of the battle.Because of what he saw.Tharstan. In the vision. No longer chained beneath the obsidian lake, but standing—awake—his eyes pits of infinite shadow. The chains broken. The seals undone.It can’t be real. It can’t be now.And yet it felt close. Too close. A pressure in the air, as though the world itself held its breath.He barely turned in time to deflect a blow from Evan Drake’s vanguard captain. Sparks flew as their blades met, but Calen’s reaction came half a second too slow.Pain flared along his ribs. He stumb
Siege of the Rising River
The dawn broke not with birdsong, but with the clash of steel and the rumble of siege engines.From the cliffs above Rivermoore, Aerondale’s war horns echoed, their sound cold and final. The sky was still gray with mist when the first volley struck—flaming boulders hurled from trebuchets, smashing into the outer walls with thunderous force.Queen Elara stood on the upper rampart of the south tower, cloaked in silver armor that shimmered faintly in the morning haze. Her face was pale, her eyes weary, but her voice rang out strong as she gave her orders.“Hold the line! Pull civilians back to the inner quarter! Shield the temple grounds!”Below her, Vynorian archers loosed their arrows in organized volleys, striking Aerondale’s advancing front lines. Along the riverbanks, elemental wards glowed and hummed, reacting to the incursion with protective pulses.Seraphina moved like fire through the ranks, rallying spellcasters and shieldbearers. “Blightfire or not,” she barked, “they will not
The River’s Daughter
The temple corridor echoed faintly as Calen’s footsteps faded into the silence beyond. His presence—like the storm that followed him—left behind a kind of weight. One no words could quite capture.Back in the sanctum chamber, Queen Elara lay still, the newborn child sleeping in her arms, wrapped in soft cloth woven from silver-threaded river flax. Her hair clung damp to her temples, but her gaze was steady.Seraphina stood near, arms crossed, calculating not just possibilities, but threats. “We’ll need to move soon,” she murmured. “Aerondale won’t give us another day. Maybe not even another hour.”Elara’s voice was soft but unwavering. “Then let them come. Avenya will still be seen.”From the corner, Carmen groaned and flopped onto a low stone bench. “So what’s the plan here? Walk into the plaza, lift the baby like she’s a prophecy, and pray Aerondale doesn’t have itchy fingers on their siege triggers?”“That’s not entirely off Vynorian tradition,” Seraphina muttered without looking u
The River Remembers
Calen staggered into Rivermoore beneath the shadow of dusk, his cloak torn, skin streaked with blood and soot. Every step was a battle, but he walked with the weight of a kingdom on his shoulders. The guards at the gate lowered their weapons in disbelief, then quickly rushed to support him.Liora was the first to spot the commotion from atop the inner wall. Her eyes widened as she recognized the limp figure between the soldiers. “Storms,” she whispered. “It’s him.”Carmen didn’t wait. She ran down the steps, nearly crashing into the group as they crossed the courtyard. “Calen!” she cried. “What did they do to you?”Calen raised his head weakly. “Didn’t kill me. Tried.” His smile was cracked and dry. “They might regret that.”Seraphina arrived a heartbeat later, her face pale but composed. She examined the singed edges of his clothing, the raw burn marks along his arms. “What happened?”He looked at her, then past her, toward the gathering crowd, toward the glowing caverns, toward the
Chains Cannot Hold the Storm
The silence after Calen’s words hung like a blade over the war council. It was the kind of silence that carved through air, thick with power and pain—an edge no sword could match. Dust drifted through the folds of the massive tent, stirred by a sudden breeze, carrying the scent of scorched earth and distant lightning. Beyond the canvas walls, the echoes of Calen’s earlier alchemical storm still rippled faintly across the valley. Nature remembered.King Theron Ashford rose slowly from his blackstone throne, the creak of his armor groaning like a chained beast. Torchlight caught the golden embossing on his breastplate, glinting like fire—but nothing in his expression reflected warmth. Only fury. Only betrayal.“You dare,” he said, each syllable ground out through clenched teeth, “to stand here in chains, after bedding my queen—after planting your bastard seed in her womb—and then speak to me of peace?”Calen, hands shackled in storm-dampening irons, met the King’s gaze without flinching

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