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Chapter 213 – Whispers to the Wind
Jonas had not slept. The faint smudge of charcoal still stained his fingertips, a ghostly mark of the drawing he had taken. That paper—those strokes—haunted him. The more he stared at it, the more his chest tightened, as though something inside him was trying desperately to claw its way out.That morning, when the hunters left for the fields, Jonas slipped away again. He moved quickly, retracing his steps to the path where he had first stumbled across the scattered sketches. His boots crunched against the forest floor, his mind a storm of questions.By the time he reached the clearing near the safehouse, his breath was shallow. He crouched low behind the trees, scanning. The wind whistled through the branches, carrying with it the faintest sound—a child’s voice.Jonas stilled.Through the cracked wooden frame of a narrow window, he saw her.Zia.The little girl’s hair swayed as she sat by the window, her small hands clutching a bundle of papers. With each page, she whispered, her voic
Chapter 212– Fractures in the Shadows
Bryden’s eyes narrowed. His soldier’s instincts measured Jonas in that moment, as though calculating whether to reveal or conceal. At last, he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper.“You stood at his side.”The words struck Jonas like a thunderclap. His pulse roared in his ears. Visions flashed—swords raised, orders obeyed, loyalty etched into his very being. It aligned with the fragments that had haunted him, the instincts that no peaceful heir should possess.He staggered back, gripping the edge of the table for balance. “I… I was his?”Bryden’s face was grave. “Yes. You were his shield, his shadow. His loyal guard. But the fact that you no longer remember means someone went to great lengths to strip that truth from you.”The silence that followed was suffocating, broken only by Jonas’s ragged breathing.“And the child who drew these sketches?” Jonas asked, his voice shaking.Bryden hesitated, but the truth pressed against his lips like a confession too long withheld. “She
Chapter 211— Echoes in Charcoal and Ashes
The hunters’ village had grown into a citadel of prosperity, its walls now guarded by men wielding weapons forged from Jonas’s resourceful discoveries. Yet within all the acclaim and reverence, Jonas felt a gnawing emptiness—an unshakable itch at the back of his mind. Nights no longer offered him rest, for each dream carried fragments of a forgotten man with steely eyes, and a name that kept surfacing in whispers: Aiden Romanov.He could no longer ignore it.That evening, while the village celebrated a new trade agreement, Jonas slipped away under the cloak of night. Cloaked in a plain hood, he moved past the cheering crowd and into the woods, guided not by reason but by instinct. His heart pounded with each step, as though some unseen tether pulled him toward answers he desperately craved.For hours he wandered, his torch dimming, until the winds shifted. A flutter of papers, caught on a broken branch, brushed against his boots. Jonas bent to pick them up.What he found left him froz
Chapter 210 :The Name That Shouldn’t Exist
The morning sun rose golden over the hunters’ village, casting long shadows across the training grounds. Jonas sat at the edge of the communal fire pit, his hands clasped tight as though they were holding back something ready to burst. His body was still, but inside, his mind was a battlefield.The elders had summoned him.“They grow impatient,” muttered Kael, the hunter who had been his closest guide since his arrival. “You’ve proven your strength, Jonas, but the elders want assurance that your spirit belongs to the hunters. They believe you were sent by the gods themselves. They will test you today.”Jonas nodded, though unease weighed heavy in his chest. How could he explain the visions? The child’s face that wouldn’t leave him? The name that haunted him every time he closed his eyes?He walked into the great hall, the air thick with incense and the weight of centuries. The elders sat in a half-circle, their cloaks adorned with wolf pelts and symbols of power. At their center was E
Chapter 209:The Innocent Voice of Zia
The small safe house had grown quieter since Bryden’s return. Yet the silence did not settle; instead, it carried weight—like the pause before a storm. Silvana, now adjusting slowly to her new rhythm as a mother once more, sat with her newborn son resting in her arms. His quiet breaths were her anchor, her reason to remain steady in a world collapsing in shadows.But Zia… little Zia carried something different.She had grown restless ever since Bryden returned from the hunters’ village. His face carried something she couldn’t name—an unspoken heaviness he tried to mask with polite smiles. Children were often dismissed as too young to understand, but Zia noticed things. She had been noticing ever since the night they were taken away from their home, hidden from Zain’s cruel reach.Now, her only refuge was her drawings. Every wall in the safe house had been adorned with them—charcoal, pencils, scraps of paper filled with one image: Aiden Romanov.Sometimes he stood tall, sometimes smili
Chapter 208 – Echoes in Silence
The night stretched long and heavy inside the safehouse. The fire had died down to glowing embers, painting the room in hues of red and shadow. Bryden sat stiff in his chair, staring into the flames, but his mind was far away — trapped between truth and silence.Silvana stirred, still awake though her newborn slept soundly against her breast. Her eyes had followed Bryden since his return. She had seen the twitch in his jaw, the hesitation in his words, the heaviness in his steps. He wasn’t simply tired from the journey. Something had shaken him, something far more dangerous than politics.“You’re hiding something,” she said finally, her voice low but sharp.Bryden flinched. He turned to her, his face a mask of composure, but the firelight betrayed the flicker in his eyes. “I told you everything that matters. The heir accepted the alliance, though reluctantly. That’s all.”Silvana arched a brow, tightening her hold on the child. “That’s not all. I know you well enough, Bryden. You don’
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