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March 16 - March 17, 2025
The figure’s hood was deep and pulled down so far, there was no way to see their face. It was completely concealed in the darkness of their hood. They reached out, a gloved hand appearing from the sleeve. It wasn’t small and delicate, leading her to guess it was a male who gently grasped her forearm. He said nothing as he appeared to study her arm for a long moment before he twisted it slightly to look at the Mark on the back of her hand. “So foolish,” they murmured, and the voice was definitely male and somehow familiar. He said nothing else as he brought the tip of the scion to her forearm,
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He was marking a second star into her skin when he said, “Do you know why I like storms?”
“Because it reminds us that even chaos needs to scream sometimes. That even with all the magic and power among the realms and between the stars, even with technology and all the tools we have at our disposal, some things are, in fact, uncontrollable.” Gods, his voice. Where had she heard it?
“We had everything planned. The priestess knew what to do. We didn’t know the Keeper would appear to conduct her ritual,” a male voice answered.
“It is not some Fae elemental power. You cannot be this naïve. The godsdamn Keeper awakened her gifts. You know what that means.”
“You cannot heal me, Theon.” “You are my Source. Of course I can.” Her lips tilted into a haunting smile. “You’d have to find all the pieces of my soul, and it’s far too shattered to be put back together.”
“I’m sorry I failed you, little storm,” Theon said, sorrow flashing in his eyes. “I’m sorry I loved you too late. But I’m yours. Every piece of me.”
“This is for my daughter.” Saylah gasped. “A daughter?” He nodded.
Realization flashed in his sister’s eyes. “That is where Xan is. You sent your Guardian to Devram.”
“A world walker will not be enough.” Then she looked up, meeting Temural's gaze once more. “You need the High Queen of the World Walkers.”
