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The River’s Heir
Author: Cindy Chen
last update2025-06-30 14:35:43

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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