Ashes and Seedlings
Author: MDW
last update2025-06-06 20:08:28

Weeks had passed since the skies last bled fire.

The ruins of Myrneth now rang not with the clash of battle, but with the steady rhythm of hammers and laughter—builders, farmers, and children filling the scarred land with the sound of hope.

From the tower that once overlooked the battlefield, Clara watched a sapling grow between two cracked stones. It had taken root in the ash.

“Life always finds a way,” Kael murmured beside her, adjusting the fresh binding on his shoulder. “Even after death dances through the fields.”

Clara smiled faintly. “Or maybe... because of it.”

Down in the valley, Valric stood alone.

His armor was gone, replaced with simple robes the color of dusk. His once-fiery eyes now held a soft, reflective glow. He watched the people rebuild the temple he once nearly razed to the ground.

A child tugged on his sleeve. “Sir? Is it true you used to fly?”

Valric crouched to meet his eyes. “Yes. But sometimes walking teaches you more.”

The boy grinned. “Will you teach me to f
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