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The entire Everlasting War was because a god could not have what he so desperately coveted.
only one born of the gods and Chaos who holds Fae elements can find it.”
A mortal could not bear Fae Marks. A mortal could not be a Source.
“Love changes the course of the realms. It upsets the balance. They upset the balance.”
“He hunts them. All life they created—together and separately. He will not rest until not one remains, until dreams are gone and death is dead. Not until they have answered for their betrayal. But there are many realms. He could not find them all on his own, so he created new life.”
“They aid him, but he created more,” the Sorceress said, her smile widening. “He created the Hunters. Night and shadows thought she could hide them behind the mirrors, but she cannot outsmart him. Oh, no.”
“Her own flesh and blood let the Hunters into this world, into her own kingdom, and when the gateway is unlocked, they will return and tell him what they have learned. Then he will come for them all, and the Maraan Prince shall pay for his failure unless he can fix his errors before he arrives.”
Cethin as ‘the Cursed King.’
“Love is no different. It has the power to create balance, but more often creates chaos.”
“The twin flame bond was a gift to both the Fae and the Legacy. A bond of love to link the two together. Some found it a blessing, others a curse.”
She was still looking at Razik when she moved her sword to block the arrow that came straight for her. Razik’s eyes widened slightly, and Eliza smirked darkly. “We will worry about where they came from later. Can we just kill them right now?”
“So bloodthirsty, mai dragocen,” he said, his own dark smile appearing. “I get the one that just fired an arrow at you.” His wings appeared. “Try not to get stabbed this time.” “I’m going to stab you if you don’t fuck off,” she snarled, turning her back on him to engage with the next seraph that was coming for her. She heard his dark chuckle as he shot into the sky. Irritation coursed through her, and she channeled it into each swing of her sword.
“Can you explain to me why we are listening to you two chatter like females at high tea instead of killing the Fae and taking the mortal and Shifter to our prince?” one of the seraphs groused.
“You still look to others to guide your way. Eventually, you must find it yourself.”
Avonleyan, Fae, and mortal. All living in harmony. This world had been a secret from many.
Violent, observant, a liar, and possessive.
It was a drawing. Of him. “What do I want with this?” she hissed.
“I told you. It was something to remember me by,” he answered, lowering down to a crouch so he was on eye level with her.
“That picture is to ensure that I always have a place in your house of memories too. For you to always remember that I was the one who ultimately broke you.”
“Now we live, Sorin. We live, and we make sure the stars never go out.”
