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April 1 - April 5, 2023
“You are my Phoenix, Faythe.”
“There is only one moral that will see us through to the other side,” Izaiah chirped up from the front. “And what, dare I ask, is that?” Livia questioned. “That we remember, no matter what, to always have Faythe.” He turned to her with a beaming grin and shot a playful wink. It lifted her skittish mood, and she shook her head with a loose laugh. “To live as if death is a game,” Kyleer joined in lightheartedly. “Love is a prize,” Livia continued. “And danger is desire,” Izaiah finished.
“My last breath would be yours,” she heard his truth. “To make sure you knew…I will always find you.”
“My last words would be thank you. To the family I found who shaped me into who I am.” She spared a look at each of them, letting them know she was referring to all of them as well as Jakon, Marlowe, Nik, and Tauria whom she’d left back in High Farrow. She couldn’t meet his eye as she added to Reylan’s thoughts, “And thank you. Because I never knew how lost I was until you found me.”
“This is what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it, Zaiana?” Without breaking eye contact, Maverick removed the last flimsy piece of clothing she wore, and she stepped out of the undergarment, completely exposed to him. “Me, on my knees before you.”
“Unleash yourself, Zaiana.” His words blew like sand across her neck. “Take what you want. What you need.”
Okay maverick 🫣
“This is reality. And we are the monsters who don’t get the happy ending even if we want it.”
Damn Z
Didn't have to talk to Mav like that 🥺
“If I help you release that power, your body will fail. You need to keep fighting just a little longer. Fight through this night. Fight for everything I haven’t had the chance to give you yet. For the life I promise to always stand by your side throughout.” His eyes connected to something within her. Not his ability, but a striking will to survive. For him, for herself…for the time they deserved to have together. “Until the end of days.”
Zaiana stood confidently. She was the storm against the rolling clouds; the thunder in the silent air. She was darkness triumphant. She wouldn’t go out standing idle.
“She is Faythe Ashfyre of Rhyenelle. And she is the Phoenix Queen.”
In literal fucking tears right now !!! Fuck girl I knew you was going to make but don't do something stupid like that again!
Reylan’s eyes were back on Zaiana, and there was nothing merciful in his voice as he addressed her. “If you harm her—” He took a few calming breaths, his wrath a tangible force in the room. “There is no place you will be able to hide. No distance you can run. I will find you. And when I do, death is not what you will fear from me, though it is what you will beg for.”
“I’m sorry.” “Don’t,” Reylan begged. “Don’t say that like goodbye.” “I’m not saying goodbye…” Gods, she was hurting, her heart close to erupting. “Because in this life or the next, I will always find you.”
Stop 🥺 I'm not readyyy
A searing pain erupted in her chest, but it was second to the agony of witnessing Reylan’s final, haunted look of devastation. Faythe chanted her apologies to him. Over and over. Right until the last breath exhaled from her body and darkness opened its arms to catch her as she fell…she held those sapphires with a promise. Faythe would always, in every realm and every time, find her way home to them.
Fuck! This is how I felt when Rhys died 💀why do I keep letting these fucking books break me 😭😭😭😭
Zaiana’s head snapped to the entrance of the temple, but she barely caught a glimpse of Maverick before he moved so fast, passing Reylan, who didn’t even have the time to release a breath with his wide-eyed look. Maverick was behind Faythe, blade drawn, and there was no pause of hesitation, no thought or mercy, before he plunged it through the human’s chest. Time was suspended while Zaiana tried to process the maneuver. She blinked once. Twice. Maverick removed the blade. Faythe didn’t utter a single sound of pain before her body fell. Zaiana didn’t hear the thump of her lifeless form hitting
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Fuck you Maverick!!! I hope you fucking rut in hell you fucking prick!
“I’m dead!” “You are transitioning.” Faythe blinked and recoiled. “I’m—what?”
Say what now
“The Great General of Rhyenelle, the one they call the White Lion of the South, and the one who will be remembered in history within stories of battles and reign for millennia…is your soul-bonded mate, Faythe Ashfyre.”
Fuck I knew it!!! Why am I fucking crying at 1:24am over a fictional character!!!
“Power answers power. You are a child of the Spirits, Faythe. The general may believe he has met others like himself before, with the gift he harbors, but he is misled. He is not simply a Mindseer, as such an ability is only used to diminish another’s power. No other can take. Reylan Arrowood has strong bloodline blessings from all three Spirits. He is a powerful rarity none of us could have predicted.”
“You are two parts of the same sword. A blade without a hilt cannot be wielded. A hilt without a blade is forgotten potential. With the weapon you could become, together, you could change the world.”
“The only way to send you back in the form you need is by the Spell of Transition. Yet it demands a life for a life…and my plan all along has been to give up my own.”
🫣😳
I see you, Reylan. I see you, and I hear you, and I’m coming home.
