It’s Your Fault!
Author: Cindy Chen
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The royal court had only just begun to exhale when the sharp clang of a scepter against the marble floor silenced the room once more.

King Theron Ashford—now crowned and seated on the high throne—rose to his feet.

Only now, the boy was gone.

It was King Theron Ashford who spoke—his voice thunderous, his tone venomous.

“Now that I am king,” he began, his eyes sweeping over the kneeling remnants of Aerondale’s war party, “it is time for judgment. Justice must be served. And the rats must be brought into the light.”

He stepped down from the throne platform, slow, deliberate. His crown caught the light as he descended like a blade poised to strike.

“I speak of you, Calen Storm.”

The air tightened.

Calen remained kneeling, his body still bearing the bruises of battle, his brow still bleeding. His jaw clenched, but he said nothing.

“You were supposed to protect my father!” Theron hissed, striding closer. “You, the so-called ‘God of War.’ You, who led the charge—only to watch him fall. You f
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  • The River’s Wrath

    The chamber shook with a low, resonant hum. Calen steadied himself beside Avenya’s unconscious form, sweat dripping from his brow. Carmen knelt near the young girl, her hands glowing faintly as she checked her pulse.“She’s alive,” Carmen whispered. “But barely.”Calen exhaled in relief—but something was different. The air vibrated with power, not from him, not from Carmen… but from her.A faint glow emanated from Avenya’s chest, pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat. The broken symbols on the ritual circle flared to life again—not in menace, but in harmony. Blue and silver threads of energy spiraled upward, weaving into the air.“The River…” Calen muttered. “It’s… not weakening.”Carmen looked up. “No. It’s strengthening. The ritual—it didn’t just try to sever the bond. It... deepened it. Strengthened the link between Avenya and the Sacred River.”Suddenly, a distant roar echoed through the underground passage. A great wave of magic surged outward like a silent thunderclap.***Above

  • The Heart of The Sacrifice

    The echo of Carmen’s words—“We’re too late”—hung heavy in the air. The chamber trembled slightly under their feet, as if the Sacred River above them was reacting to the final moments of Avenya’s heartbeat.Calen stepped forward, his boots crunching against broken crystal and scorched stone. His breath was ragged, every muscle in his body screaming from the last battle, but his eyes—storm-filled and unwavering—burned with renewed purpose.“No,” he said, voice like thunder. “We’re not too late. She’s still alive. I can feel it.”Carmen knelt beside Liora’s unconscious body, gently brushing dust from her bloodied face. “She’s weak… but breathing. The crystal drained her energy, but it didn’t kill her.”A sudden pulse of ancient magic surged from deeper within the temple. Carmen winced, clutching her head.“The ritual’s not done,” she whispered. “They’re binding her spirit to the heart of the river… If they complete the circle—Avenya dies, and the Sacred River dies with her.”Calen turned

  • The Temple Beneath the River

    The Sacred River churned restlessly beneath a sky choked with smoke and stormclouds. Its waters, once luminous with divine essence, had turned murky and cold—like a serpent writhing in pain.Carmen staggered to her knees at the riverbank, clutching her chest.“Carmen?” Calen rushed to her, his voice hoarse from hours of battle.She gasped, eyes wide. “It’s pulling me… the river—it knows.”The pendant around her neck flared violently, searing her skin. Blood trickled down her collarbone, and the vision struck like a hammer to the soul.Avenya, bound in light and blood, her scream echoing through stone.Liora, chained and forgotten, whispering her last prayer in darkness.And beneath them both, the temple—hidden where light cannot reach.Carmen’s eyes rolled back. She collapsed.“Carmen!” Calen caught her before she hit the ground, but her body convulsed in his arms. He pressed a hand to her forehead—burning hot.“Breathe—Carmen, stay with me!”The water beside them began to rise.Not i

  • The Storm That Stands Alone

    A curved blade sang toward his neck—but Calen ducked low, twisting, and released a crack of thunder that threw her off balance. He turned into a spin, his foot sweeping the battlefield, summoning a cyclone that scattered the flames and soldiers alike.Ebran chanted, his arms glowing with Aerondale’s war sigils. Pillars of fire erupted from the sky—an invocation forbidden by Vynorian laws. Calen raised a shield of wind above him, but the impact still threw him back, skidding across broken stone and ash.He coughed up blood. But he rose.“You’ll die for that child?” Nyra sneered, reappearing in front of him.“I’ll die for every child you would silence,” Calen roared.And then he surged forward—lightning wreathing his body, his storm magic no longer just a weapon, but an oath.Their blades clashed mid-air—wind against shadow, thunder against silence.Every strike shook the earth.Every heartbeat echoed the song of the Sacred River, now screaming for justice.But Calen knew—this wasn’t ju

  • The Tides of Betrayal

    Blood mingled with rain as it poured over the ruined cliffs of Vynoria. Smoke coiled from shattered towers, the scent of steel and ash choking the air. But despite the chaos, the warriors of Vynoria had begun to push back.Led by the Queen herself, Elara descended from the high sanctum like a flame cast from the heavens, sword of light in her grip, her white robes stained crimson. At her side fought Carmen, her pendant pulsing with waves of heat, unleashing spirals of fire that split through the enemy lines.Seraphina, blood running down her temple, directed the remaining spellcasters with gritted teeth. “Keep them from the inner court! One more push!”For a moment—it seemed they could win.Calen stood atop the central wall, his arms raised high, storms swirling in his palms. Lightning struck the vanguard of Aerondale, flinging armored warriors like rag dolls. His cloak torn, body burned, but his eyes never wavered.Then—A rumble.Not from the sky. But from beneath them.The Sacred R

  • 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

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