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August 31 - September 4, 2025
“Why are you running?” she demanded, and the group of students stumbled and faltered, unsure what to do in the face of the two servants of the crown. “Who said that?” someone called, and I had to fight a laugh as Kylie’s face turned purple with rage. Even now, many of us still acted like she didn’t exist.
Marguerite’s shock lasted no more than a blink, her face returning to that unbreakable mask as she made a show of ruffling some of the coats beside me then drew back. “All clear,” she said blandly before swinging the door closed on us once more, saving my fucking ass for the second time and risking her own life with that treasonous lie.
“You cannot look at me thus and not expect to dive deep into my lady waters,” I panted. “Avert your eyes or make true on the vows that shine within them like the star you are named after, Max Rigel.” “Is that code for ‘please fuck me’?” He smirked, and gracious, that smile was a mountain which I wished to climb, to bury my flag in its peak and announce it as mine.
“You’re a curious little mouse today,” he said. “Or maybe a shrew,” I said with a frown. “Darius used to call me that.” “A shrew?” he chuckled. “I weirdly liked it,” I said, trying to smile even though my heart weighed a ton.
“Amantium Caelum – The Lovers’ Sky. It was a gift to a Vega queen of old. She announced to the kingdom that she would marry the Fae who crafted her the most beautiful magical gift.
I lifted my head, reaching instinctively for the egg but Orion shot forward and caught my wrist in a vice-like grip, giving me a stern raised eyebrow. “Blue,” he growled. “Were you just about to touch The Untouchable Egg?” “Of course not. That would be crazy,” I said with a grin, lifting my other hand and reaching for it with that one instead.
Impossibly, I felt a single flame spark in my chest, like a burning feather left behind by my Phoenix when the Shadow Beast had devoured it.
“Not a possession, no. But you are mine. You were mine before we met, and mine the minute we locked eyes. You are mine in this life, and every life we may experience from this point forward. You are mine in every reality you exist, and mine in every reality you don’t. And I am yours in kind, in every way you can imagine. I will gladly be your possession, but I will also be your guardian, your keeper, your protector. And I will do whatever I can to turn you away from danger, because it is impossible for me not to.”
This power, it was the answer to everything. It could end the war, it could turn every endeavour to my favour. And in a moment of madness, I cast a sharp metal dagger in my hand and slit my palm open, moving forward and placing it against the star’s surface.
I thought on Santiago’s words to me, his promises to win this war, his declaration that it was his one true cause in life. And I knew before I spoke the words that it had to be him, because he would make this choice if he stood here in my place. “My husband,” I forced the words past my lips and with a crack like thunder ripping the air apart, the deal was made.
The shining surface made me wince and I backed away, my eyes hurting and a ringing growing in my ears. I screamed as it intensified, begging to be spared, unsure if I had angered it somehow. But then the light faded away and I found a rough and unhewn gemstone laying in my palm that hummed with unimaginable power, so beautiful it left me speechless. “Wield this, and you will win your war.”
First, I was Elvia again, flying into battle with burning wings and the Imperial Star buried in the hilt of a stunning sword.
“Our kind are dying out, less and less Phoenixes are born each year,” my mother rasped, the tide of death rushing in on her. “The Imperial Star is a curse, not a gift. It won’t end until…” She died, her final breath rattling out of her chest, and I leaned down to kiss her cheek before turning away and leaving the servants to prepare her for burial.
People were screaming, and terror consumed me as I raced along with the Phoenixes, our flames curling around us in the dark. More screams sounded behind me and I looked back, finding my cousins falling to their knees, the flesh melting from their bones before they crashed to the ground. I didn’t know what was happening, only that no other Orders were dying. A curse, it had to be a curse, but why?
As far as we could go until we felt safe once more. And as we ran, the last of our people ran with us, falling into line behind me, the last Vega and Phoenix among them. With a weight in my chest, I realised that if that was true, I had just become their queen.
“The Imperial Star cursed them. That’s why all the Phoenixes died. And it’s why Tory and I have failed time and again in this war. That old curse is still in place. We’re fucked, Lance. Unless we can figure out what the broken promise is, we’re never going to be free of the star’s wrath.”
“Didn’t you ever go with Darius to melt down a fallen star for stardust and get a chance to see it sparkle its way out of existence?” I asked. “Meteorites create stardust, not true fallen stars,” he said. “That’s confusing,” I pointed out. “Why isn’t it called meteorite dust then?”
An ivory white praying mantis appeared, stepping out into the ballroom, the bug no doubt small in reality but down here in this music box, it was a giant monster. Its eyes were punctured as if by a needle, proving it was blind, and I had to wonder which psychotic Fae had concocted this tiny, pocket-sized hell and who they had placed down here to die in it.
“Of all the deaths we’ve faced, I would never have predicted we’d be threatened with a praying mantis in a music box.” “Or a singing matchstick,” I looked up at the girl above as she twirled on top of the scales, coldness dripping through me. “Life really is far more interesting now you’re in it,”
Gabriel blinked, focusing on me once more with horror washing over his features. My stomach dropped and I mouthed, “What is it?” to him in desperation. “Fear the Bonded men!” he blurted to me. “The night the Hydra bellows is coming, and fate has shifted! We must get word to the others, we must tell them that-”
Two Phoenixes, born of fire, rising from the ashes of the past. The wheel of fate is turning, and the Dragon is poised to strike. But blood of the deceiver may change the course of destiny. Beware the man with the painted smile who lingers close to your side. Turn the scorned. Free the enslaved. Fear the Bonded men. Many will fall for one to ascend. Suffer the curse. The hunter will pay the price. Do not repeat the mistakes of the past. Keep the broken promise. Mend the rift. All that hides in the shadows is not dark. Blood will out. Seal your fate. Choose your destiny.
The first line had to refer to me and my sister, the second Lionel. Then the blood of the deceiver…that could be Darius. He was descended from the man who had deceived Lavinia at the battle against Avalon. So that added up. Fucking stars. Then there was the eternal question of the man with the painted smile. I still had no idea on that one, but hoped Tor had figured it out. Many will fall for one to ascend. Well, I guess that was kinda self-explanatory, though who that person was, I didn’t know. It could just mean Lionel keeping his place as king after a bloody war. Though I hoped it meant
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“It’s hard not to stare when you look this cute,” I said, and he glanced over at me with a dry look. “Cute? Dogs are cute, like your little lap dog, Seth, but I’m-” “Ohmagod,” I gasped, cutting over him. “You just said Seth is cute.”
“That’s fucked up,” I whispered, turning the page, and finding a spell detailed there entitled The Shadow Bind. A spell to bind the shadows within the subject to prevent further summoning.