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September 7 - September 14, 2025
I stood before the window of magically reinforced glass which spanned the view from my throne room on the top floor of my castle, looking out over the carnage of the battlefield below. Satisfaction rippled through me, and my lips curved into a triumphant smile as my war machines were unveiled at last.
“If all the second-borns in our family are runts, then wouldn’t that include you, lame Lionel?” Ellis hissed from her position on the floor and I fell icily still, stiffening as those words washed over me, ringing in my ears. “Radcliff was the one born to power in your generation, after all. Meaning he was the one destined for greatness and you are nothing but the shame left in his wake.”
“Then go and partake in more,” I barked, standing up straight and raising my chin so I could tower over him. Except I didn’t. He, like that fucking traitor Darius, now stood taller than me, his brawn larger too, his muscles all too defined, all too fucking much. How dare he grow beyond the measure of my own supremacy?
“Where is Clydinius?!” I bellowed at the rest of my advisors, too furious to look at them. Instead, I tried to calm myself with the view over the battlefield where my army were now carving deep fissures into the rebel lines, the tide fully turned in my favour just as it should have been. “No one can find the star, my King,”
“Come closer then. Let the bond be forged,” Arcturus offered, and Clydinius beat the feathery white wings at his back, coming to land at the edge of the crater within the stone circle. “Now,” I hissed, and Tory and I slammed our palms to the stone pillar we were hidden behind, lending it our power and driving it deep.
“What magic is this?” Clydinius whispered, a touch of doubt to his voice. “A trap,” I called, rising up on my wings with Tory and glaring down at him from above. Clydinius gazed at us, a flicker of disquiet in his usually impassive stare. “Daughters of the flames, whatever magic you wield, it cannot contain a star.”
“My sacrifice will be well worth your demise,” Arcturus said, his contempt for this Novus star clear, and I felt a swell of gratitude for his offering to this plan, acting as bait for us. I looked to Tory in excitement, and we flew lower, readying our next move. “What now then, daughters of the flames?” Clydinius asked, his eyes tracking us. “Your magic cannot hold me indefinitely.” He was right, the power of this circle had limits from what I’d learned from the books Eugene had sent from the Library of the Lost. But it might hold long enough. I spoke a single word that made the world shudder
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“Libero,” I commanded, and Clydinius convulsed as a glow built against his skin. “Novus traitor,” Arcturus hissed. “May your false body be cast to dust, may your magic become pure once again, may it race into the outskirts of the world, may it fuel the Fae we were made to protect and guide.”
With a burst of radiant light, it was done. Clydinius’s body broke apart, shattering into nothing except a burning blaze of purest magic. It tore out across the land and sky, driving into me and my twin, making me gasp with all that omnipotent power fighting to lend itself to nature. My mind was caught in a blaze of knowledge. Light, death, life, infinite time. It was all washing together into the virtuous earth, and I could no longer feel Clydinius among it. His essence was gone, this magic no longer his but the world’s. “Farewell, daughters of the flames. I bid you luck in your war,”
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It was time to go to war.
I blinked and I was awake, staring down at the battlefield below that was mere feet beneath me. With a neigh of fright, I beat my wings, banking to the left to miss the swing of a Nymph’s spear and kicking the heads of enemy Fae as I fought to gain height again. But hands caught my hind legs, my tail. They were pulling, yanking me down into the fold and my pulse thundered as I fought to get free.
“We should do it now,” I called to Caleb, using the connection between our minds. He nodded, and I ran at him, biting his arm as he presented it to me, and his teeth sank into my wrist at the same moment. We drank quickly, having no time to spare, and the instant headrush sent me into a frenzy. My vision was somehow sharper as we pulled away from one another, and the world around us suddenly seemed to be moving in slow motion. But no…it wasn’t that. It was us who were moving so fast that it was as if we were outpacing time itself. “Holy fuck,” Caleb said in my mind.
“I can’t tell you,” I said darkly. “But I can show you.” She swung her sword at me with a snarl, but I was on my feet before she could land that blow and Caleb sprang up too. We shot together, biting each other’s wrists and igniting that tumultuous magic in our veins once again.
My blade sank deeper, driving right beneath her armour and up into her chest. “No,” she rasped, blood dribbling from her lips. “Long live the True Queens,” I growled then twisted the sword with a savagery that ended her, letting her fall at my feet before yanking it from her body.
A deafening roar made my breath stall as the Shadow Beast leapt over our heads and slammed into the closest line of Fae, ripping through them with tooth and claw, his tail wagging a little like he was having the time of his life. “Good boy!” I called to him as he sped away into the fight, and I raised my sword, stepping to Caleb’s side once again.
The tang of blood coated my lips, the roar of combat enveloped me and as I fought shoulder to shoulder with my comrades, I gave myself to the thrill of it, to the slash and parry, thrust and blast. The price The Ferryman had put on my head was going to be paid in full this day. I would send so many rotten souls his way that he would be the one indebted to me by the time the sun set.
Geraldine howled, her voice splitting into a chorus of three which carried over the sounds of the battle for a brief, piercing moment and I couldn’t help but feel my chest swell as the strength of her emotions hit me too. Pride, honour, valour, bravery. This beautiful creature wasn’t in the least bit afraid, even though she fought at the thickest of the fight, even though she knew as well as all of us that this was the most likely place to die.
“To you, my rule-breaking barracuda!” Geraldine commanded as the blast of power rushed overhead, bearing down on all of us and promising death. I felt nothing but trust and stalwart belief from the Starfall Legion as all eyes turned on me.
“Well, into death we may march together then,” she said, her eyes lifting to the sky and pinning on the squat, brown Dragon who I recognised as Mildred Canopus. Knowing my girl, she’d just picked her target. “But if we take that shadowy path, let us first pave it with the bones of our foes. Avast!”
I willed my magic deeper, seeking the hot, pumping blood in his veins and freezing that too. The Dragon’s eyes met mine as he realised he was done for, seeing his death in me. With a malicious blast of water magic, I froze his heart and the Dragon fell limp, tumbling away towards the battle below. I barely had a second to register my win before a Harpy slammed into me from the right, shrieking as she slashed a blade down my arm.
My butler Horace poured me another cup of dandelion tea and I supped upon it with a slight tremor to my hand, wondering if I might prefer something stiffer to steel myself. I clenched my jaw at the weak thought, driving it out like the rogue it was. There was no need for such things; I was not going to lose a fight against a handful of rebel lessers.
My heart thrashed in my chest as Frank was snatched into the monster’s jaws and with a yelp of terror, he tried to get free. A wailing howl left me and I ran faster, trying to get there before those jaws crushed him, but a snap of teeth and sudden silence made me certain I was too late. Blood oozed from the monster’s jaws before it tossed Frank’s broken body into a heap at Alice’s paws. She let out a pained bark and ran to meet the monster head on.
The monster shrieked, shaking its giant heads and two of its crocodile jaws twisted around to snap at us. I slashed my claws at the face of the one aiming for me, but Alice wasn’t fast enough, her body caught in the snare of those savage teeth. I lunged for her in desperation as blood poured and bones cracked, Alice thrashing and barking for help.
The man who had bounced me on his knee as a kid, who had taken me for trail hunts in the snow, who had taught me how to be strong, how to protect those I loved. And I was failing him now, not doing what I had been made to do. The monsters lunged for the rest of my pack, leaving my dad in a crumpled heap and I dropped down at his side with a whimper, ready to shift and heal him, but his body was broken, no breath left in his lungs.
My mom was thrown down among them and I leapt onto the heaped corpses of Wolves, panic all I could feel. I caught the russet fur of her scruff between my jaws, trying to tug her away from danger, but another body fell on top of her and I had to try and prise her out from under the bulk of my uncle. It was too much, but if I could save her. If I could just save my mom- I dragged her free, but found her lifeless eyes gazing back at me, too still, all too fucking still. My nose met hers, searching for breath, but no more would find her in this life.
My gaze stayed riveted to the Minotaurs, a flash of golden horns showing me where Milton fought on, an axe swinging from his fist, his horns dripping blood. The monster who faced them threw its weight around wildly, a hooved foot crushing a Minotaur in a bloody spray of gore as he failed to get out of the way in time.
Another whimper sounded from the pile of bodies beneath me and as the wind blew cold and savage across the battlefield, several white hairs were lifted from the Wolf I lay upon and drifted before my eyes. “Seth,” I gasped, closing my eyes as he whimpered mournfully, the tiniest movement beneath me telling me he was clinging to life even more precariously than I was. The sound of braying cattle and ferocious roars clamoured with more intensity as I blocked out all sight of the battle and forced my mind to focus on healing, the magic snapping into place at last and rushing into my flesh.
I screamed Milton’s name as the monster fell, its enormous weight crashing to the ground and crushing my friend beneath it as a deafening boom sounded the finality of its demise. The fur beneath my fingers turned to flesh and Seth cursed as he woke. I was already on my feet, running, magic ripping from me as I hurled the creature off of Milton with a wrench of air magic, revealing his broken body.
But as I spun to face him, that ball of energy falling towards the floor at my back and wild terror lighting in my heart, I didn’t find my sweet brother standing stricken with panic at the knowledge of our impending deaths. I found a war stallion charging me down, head low and nostrils flaring as he galloped straight for me and beyond where the open hole sat for the cannon to fire through.
wheezed, trying to move, trying to drag myself out of harm’s way, but they didn’t stop coming. Death closed in, and I was forced to cover my head with my hands and pray to the stars that I’d be spared. I rolled onto my front, trying to curl up against the onslaught of pounding hooves, but more kept striking me, my back suddenly making a terrible snapping noise and all feeling leaving my legs.