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No More Ashbloods In Captivity
Two months had passed since Ayra fell and the treaty was signed. The wounds hadn’t all healed. But for the first time in years, the Ashbloods could breathe without looking over their shoulders.And now, at the highest peak of the rebuilt city, the Havenborn stood ready.It pulsed with renewed energy, reoutfitted with salvaged Eden cloaking tech, Ashcore fusion rails, and the signature geometric flame crest Andrew had carved himself—two hands holding fire.The boarding platform hissed open.Andrew stepped into the command bridge wearing a fitted black field jacket with silver trim and no rank insignia. His hair had been trimmed, his beard neater, but his face—older. The crew waited in silence. Elsa at her pilot seat, gloves tugged tight. Zahara behind her at engineering, half a torque wrench tucked in her belt. Isaura at navigation, feeding orbital scans into the side display. Fredrick checked the launch clamps while Chuks stood with his arms crossed, impatient as always. Leon, in a
Happy Married Life
**********The rebuilt temple hall stood radiant under the starlit dome of the Ashblood city. Its high archways shimmered with vines of living crystal, glowing faintly in hues of amber and white.Wind stirred through the ivy-wrapped towers overhead. This was a union not just of two hearts, but of bloodlines that had once been hunted, hidden, and feared.Rows of Ashblood citizens and human guests filled the marble aisles. The Twelve—each wearing ceremonial dark silver tunics stitched with the insignia of the Ashcore—stood as silent guards and family alike. Zahara leaned heavily on Chuks’ arm. Fredrick had one arm bandaged, but stood tall. Isaura, Elsa, and Leon were dressed in light gray formalwear,.And at the center, between tall stone flame-spires and under a canopy of woven crystal branches, stood Andrew.He had never worn white before.But today, he did.His white curls had been tied back loosely, and his formal tunic was embroidered with the symbols of unity—Ashcore on one side,
Will You Marry Me?
The broken skyline framed the sun’s descent like a jagged crown. Across the cratered ruins of what had been the Ashblood capital, figures moved slowly—wounded, limping, supporting each other.The dead had been gathered as hundreds of dead bodies were present, Elders, Children and Warriors.A long field had been cleared at the southern base of the city, now filled with rows of bodies wrapped in white ashcloth, their names etched into scorched slate placed at each head. Engineers had rebuilt a single platform in the center—a stage made of black stone and white flame.The city gathered, but Ashbloods and humans the remaining survivors.The Twelve stood in the front, silent, most with injuries still healing. Zahara leaned on a cane. Chuka’s right arm was in a sling. Cassiel still bore dried blood on his collar. Leon hadn’t said a word in hours.And at the heart of them all stood Andrew.He held Sol in one arm—his infant son quiet, his face turned toward the wind.Hannah stood beside him,
The Birth Of A Child
Andrew knelt in the rubble, shoulders hunched, head bowed, silent.Around him, molten ash and crumbling stone lifted into the air, swirling in a slow orbit. His tears hissed as they struck the heat-warped ground.Hannah’s body lay limp a few feet away. Blood seeped into the soil. The life was gone from her eyes.A breath escaped his throat—ragged, primal.Then the scream tore free.“ARRRRGHHHHH!” The ashstorm exploded outward.Reign took a step back, raising a shield instinctively. “Restrain him!”But the Sentinex soldiers were already screaming. Their weapons melted in their hands. The Eden operatives tried to retreat, but the ash caught them mid-motion—wrapping their limbs, invading their mouths and throats.Miriam was the first to die. She aimed a sonic pulse cannon at Andrew—only for the ash to surge through the barrel and reverse it.The weapon exploded in her hands, incinerating her torso.“NO—” Vincent tried to run.Andrew turned toward him—slow, deliberate.White flame seared
My Baby! My Child! They Can't Be Dead!
Ayra's body was gone—vaporized. The people of the Ashblood city lay broken, bleeding, exhausted.Andrew stood with cracked skin and barely a breath left in him. His feet trembled as he leaned against a half-shattered pillar. Hannah stood only a few feet away, supporting herself with one hand on her lower belly, the other reaching for him.Then— they could hear footsteps boots crunching across blackened stone.Andrew blinked through the haze as Reign stepped through the smoke.At first, Andrew felt only relief. “Reign… Ayra’s gone. We did it.”But Reign didn’t smile. His eyes didn’t soften. He kept walking—until he stood in front of Andrew.And then he said quietly, almost gently:“You always were so easy to manipulate.”Andrew’s heart dropped. “What…?”The sky turned dark again as Sentinex drop-pods pierced the clouds, followed by the dark glint of Eden armorsuits marching behind them.Andrew turned—too slowly.“This… isn’t happening... again”Hannah’s eyes widened. “Andrew?”Before
Execution!
The crater was smoking, with its edge covered in broken rocks and hot melted debris.Andrew hovered above it, chest rising and falling. White fire clung to his skin like second breath. Ayra rose as her body lifted through the smoke and her arms were outstretched. Half of her face was had glowing fractures where skin hadn’t healed yet—but she was smiling. “I burned in silence for centuries,” she said as her voice echoed in all directions, as she was heard by everyone. “Locked in a vault beneath your ancestors’ feet. And now…”She turned toward the Ashcore tower in the distance. “Now I’ll rewrite the world with the very heart they tried to hide.”Below, the streets began to quake. The second Ashcore, buried beneath the city, pulsed violently—shooting pillars of radiant energy into the sky as buildings shook. The roads split into two as people screamed and ran.Ayra lifted one hand. From beneath her, molten energy surged up and laced through her fingers.“Your ancestors buried it li
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