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January 8 - January 28, 2024
Everyone has skeletons in the closet, and those who claimed otherwise were usually the ones with the most to hide.
Faythe had maneuvered every corner, turn, and discarded crate like a graceful alley cat, and with her other senses forced to be on high alert, it didn’t take long to track him down.
Their emerald color was striking, revealing deeper vibrant hues as he angled his head to the side and they caught the rays of the sun.
They asked me to find something, a stone of some kind, apparently hidden within High Farrow.
The nefarious kingdom of Valgard, east off the coast of the mainland, had waged conflict on the rest of Ungardia over five hundred years ago. The mainland divided its territory between five kingdoms: High Farrow, Rhyenelle, Olmstone, Dalrune, and Fenstead—the latter two having been finally conquered by Valgard over a century ago during the great battles. They had tried and failed to take the former three, who now held a close alliance. But the overhanging possibility of another great battle made everyone afraid.
Together, they were a force to be reckoned with, but against one another, it could be cataclysmic.
“Can’t you put your male ego aside and trust I can take care of this?”
She always did have a horrible sense of other people’s emotions, and it was a curse she’d learned to live with.
“How brave you are to find yourself inside my mind.” The threatening snarl came from behind.
so tell me, how does a human come to be a Nightwalker?”
and the sun dimmed dramatically.
Faythe breathed in the scent of fire—entirely wholesome and welcoming as it coaxed her to find where dancing flames brought the aroma to life.
A sharp crackle exploded into falling embers in front of her, and she became one with the fire that lured her into a dance of danger and passion with its whispers of seduction.
when she looked into the fire, she saw animals of flame leaping and roaring, chanting for her to join them.
As they lay in the peaceful darkness, Faythe watched the dust dance in the air where moonlight pooled into the room.
“There is so much you are yet to discover, Heir of Marvellas. So much you are destined for.”
“Stay true to yourself, Faythe. Aurialis will be your guide.”
“Who hurt you?” he snarled, catching her jaw, which still ached.
The mist swirled around her as if she were a planet and it was her stratosphere.
She was a weapon forged to be a masterful thief of thoughts and a silent assassin of minds.
Aurialis, the Spirit of Life and Goddess of the Sun, and her sister Dakodas, the Spirit of Death and Goddess of the Moon, over the past millennia. But it was the legends of the long-forgotten third Spirit Marvellas, the Spirit of Souls and Goddess of the Stars, that took precedence as the tales Faythe found the most interesting.
But the more she discovered about herself, the more she realized she would never be that girl again. The idea scared her to no end, but she would learn to embrace herself—every part of herself—and know that despite it all and no matter what came of it, her heart would not be tarnished.
He kept his gaze fixed on her, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “What?” she said, feeling her face flush. Nik shook his head and huffed a laugh. “You’re a gods-damned miracle, Faythe.”
“So you’re going to be my teacher?” He nodded. “In mind skills, sword skills, and…other skills, if you find yourself lacking,” he added suggestively.
When she locked eyes with herself at the end of the song, her heart skipped. But was that Nik’s heart she was feeling?
Faythe felt crippled with guilt and undeserving of their love and loyalty. But she wouldn’t let herself fall into despair; she would rise and prove herself worthy.
“How exquisite you look, Faythe. Like death incarnate.”
The heir of souls will rise again, Their fate lies in her palms. With rings of gold and will of mind, She’ll save the lives of men.
“I shall see you again soon, Heir of Marvellas.”
“Screw the damn consequences.” She pushed up on her toes, hands going to the back of his neck.
Then his mouth met hers, and the stars awoke, chasing away the darkness that had started to engulf her.
Everything has an order. Disrupt it, and you can throw it all out of balance. One small alteration to the chain of events…can change the fate of the world.”
Nothing is chance; nothing is coincidence. Your destiny has led you here, and you must trust your instincts and the people around you to guide you.”
“She is an oracle. She has the gift of foresight through the Spirits. She is your knowledge.”
Heirs of Marvellas—the gold-eyed children. Humans with a unique talent: control of the mind, both conscious and unconscious.”
“There will never be another like you, Faythe. Human, fae, highborn, commoner… Never another soul like yours.”
“I’ve seen your darkest fears, Varis. You are nothing more than a sheep in wolf’s skin. You can drop the façade. It must be exhausting.”
Trust built on the foundation of a lie is always doomed to fall.”
“Nothing is certain. Fate can change. Good may not always triumph. But you are on the right path toward the beginning of the end.”
