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October 3 - October 5, 2025
Everything is on temporary loan, including our bodies and definitely our souls.
I’m going to die, all because of a fucking bar of soap.
When we were brought here, I was just twelve years old. Willow is three years older than me and Tristan is two years her senior.
They charged Tristan with killing three of the king’s men
Willow with her sentence for stealing a precious Artefact from the kingdom.
When it came to me, they didn’t even bother with an...
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High Fae ruled one of The Aurora’s eight districts, each one named for the primary colors of the borealis: Emerald, Crimson, Silver, Violet, Indigo, Teal, Amber, and Fuchsia.
Nadir’s father was nearly eight hundred years old, but as High Fae, he had the hardened physique of a warrior and appeared little more than thirty in mortal years.
Nadir had been alive for nearly three hundred years,
Prisoner 3452 is…gone.”
brand on the front of my shoulder—three sinuous lines on top of a circle. The sigil of the Aurora King.
You are the Final Tribute!”
They dragged me here to compete as some kind of evidence that the dregs of society can alter their fate if only they work hard enough?
But I didn’t come from The Umbra. Nor am I even from Aphelion.
“The ten Tributes will compete in four challenges over the next eight weeks.
“You have been brought here to compete in the Trials. You will pretend you are from The Umbra and you will tell no one of where you came from.
I don’t know why Atlas wanted you here, but this is his desire, and it is my duty to see you follow through on it.”
golden locket large enough to fit the stone inside.
“First off, it’s a secret because the people of Aphelion would not be happy if their new queen came from the north.
It was never meant as a way to infiltrate the other’s court, but rather to serve as a symbol that no one’s power in Ouranos is absolute.”
“She will then ascend and become Imperial Fae. And I will gain full and unlimited access to my magic.”
Every court is in possession of an Artefact that determines the ascension of their respective rulers.” He pauses. “In The Aurora, it is a torch,”
“What kind of magic do you have?” Atlas smiles and takes a sip of wine. “I can control light. Illusions are my specialty.”
each court’s Artefacts. The Stone of Tor, the Celestrian Diadem, the Alluvion Coral, and The Woodlands Staff.
Mael reached into his pocket and pulled out the head of a single red rose,
“The last Sun Queen Trials weren’t over five hundred years ago,” she says. “They were two years ago.”
“They all died.”
“I don’t know what happened—they kept the details secret, but the Tributes went in and then no one came out. Just the king, the warders, and Madame Odell.
“Who is she, Atlas? What is she doing here and why are you so interested in her? I don’t trust this,” Gabriel says, anger in his tone.
“There’s nothing to worry about. Trust me. She’s the right one. I’m sure of it.”
Heart Queen died centuries ago?” “And left no heir,” he adds, an odd pitch in the tone of his voice, like they're words he doesn’t really believe.
But Nadir was sure the way Gabriel had grabbed her had been intentional. He’d slipped the material of her dress so the tattoo would show
Aphelion is no different from Nostraza. The surroundings might be gilded with rivers of gold, but this is a prison, just the same.
“What are you saying? You’d go back to that shithole over being bonded to me?”
I wanted to believe he wanted me for me and not what I could do for him.
now I’m the only one in this room who really knows why. What I don’t understand is how Atlas could possibly have discovered this secret.
Your Majesty. Seek out the Crown and find me again.
I will carry my secret, as I promised Tristan and Willow, as I have for the past twelve years. They’ve kept my memories as whole as they could, filling me in on the stories my parents never got the chance to share.