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Eva gasped, convulsing once. Then she stilled again, eyes fluttering shut.
“I can’t see it all,” she choked. “It’s not future. It’s now. It’s moving.”
“Her visions,” Bastain said tightly, “aren’t predictions. They’re proximity-based. The closer the event, the more the gift locks her in it. This isn’t a warning -it’s a countdown.”
The words hit like a hammer.
I could feel my flame rise, not in rage, but in panic. It coiled through my limbs, aching to escape. The bond mark on my shoulder pulsed with heat, and breath caught. The mating had stabilized me. And yet now, it felt like something deeper had awakened. my
Nate stepped in front of me and cupped my face. “Look at me.”
I tried.
My vision blurred.
“Jiselle.”
I met his eyes.
Steady. Strong. Unshaken.
His thumbs brushed beneath my cheekbones. “You’re okay. You’re here. Just breathe.”
I did. Once. Twice.
And the flame… listened.
It curled inward. Settled. For now.
“I think,” he said gently, “whatever happened during the bond-it changed more than just us. The leyline’s reacting to you. Like it’s not just under your feet anymore.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean it’s in you. And it’s listening.”
I pressed a trembling hand to my chest.
The rune burned faintly beneath my skin.
Violet. Alive.
“I don’t know how to hold all of this,” I whispered. “Eva’s vision, the Gate, Kael…”
“You don’t have to hold it alone.”
His words wrapped around me like an oath.
Before I could speak again, the tent flap ripped open with a gust of wind and ash.
Max.
His jaw was tight, eyes shadowed, streaks of dirt and old blood lining his arms. “We’ve got a problem.”
I straightened, every nerve alert. “What kind of problem?”
He stepped inside and dropped a scroll onto the table. The wax seal bore the Gatekeeper’s empty-circle insignia-but it was cracked straight through the center.
“Rogue faction,” he said. “Split off from their command. We intercepted this near the western border. They’re marching. Fast.”
“Toward us?” Bastain asked.
Max shook his head once.
“Toward the Academy.”
My heart seized.
“They know where I was trained. Where I bled. Where I broke. They’re after more than flame now they’re after origin.
Nate stepped forward, fists clenched. “How long until they reach it?”
“Maybe two days. Three if they don’t portal.”
Bastain’s expression darkened. “And if they open the Gate before we reach it?”
“They can’t,” Max said. “Not yet. Not without her.”
Me.
I was the lock.
The key.
The damn doorframe.
I moved to Eva, brushing her hair from her damp brow. “She said betrayal. Steel. A brother’s scream…”
Nate’s breath caught.
Ethan.
He wasn’t in the camp.
He and a few others had gone ahead that morning to patrol the northern ridge. Alone.
Max met my gaze. “I’ll send scouts.”
But before he could move, a horn blew.
Short.
Sharp.
Pained.
We bolted from the tent, Bastain and Nate at my sides, Max already racing toward the western outpost.
The guard post was a mess of ash and frost.
And at its center-
One of our sentries.
Down.
Dead.
A blade jammed through his chest, buried to the hilt.
I stopped cold.
The metal shimmered in the dusk light, heat radiating from it in waves. Etched into the handle was a symbol I hadn’t seen since the day I filed the Academy after Eden’s death.
The High Council’s sigil.
A sun split by shadow.
Bastain knelt beside it, face pale.
“This… this shouldn’t exist anymore.”
Max didn’t speak.
He didn’t have to.
Because we all knew what it meant.
This wasn’t just a war with Kael.
This wasn’t just Gatekeepers turning on their own.
This was betrayal from within.
And the Academy-the last place I’d once called home-was no longer a sanctuary.
It was a battlefield waiting to be lit.
That night, I stood at the edge of the leyline, my arms folded tight across my chest.
The sky pulsed overhead with a strange kind of quiet-like the stars knew what was coming.
Nate joined me, his steps silent but sure.
“I thought we had more time,” I murmured.
“So did I.”
The silence between us was heavy but not empty. It held everything we didn’t say. Everything we’d lost. Everything we still might lose.
I turned to him. “If I fall…”
“You won’t.”
“If I do,” I said, firmer, “promise me you won’t burn the world trying to follow.”
He looked at me for a long moment.
Then stepped closer.
“No,” he said softly. “But I’ll burn with you. Every time.”
We didn’t kiss.
We didn’t need to.
Because we already knew-
The war had begun.
And this time, it wouldn’t wait.
*Jiselle*
The blade still smoked.
I stood over the sentry’s body, the scent of seared flesh mingling with pine and blood and the bitter metal tang of war. His eyes were wide, frozen in that last moment of disbelief, and the sigil on the hilt of the dagger buried in his chest gleamed faintly-charred gold, half-melted, but unmistakable.
The High Council’s mark.
The silence around the clearing was heavy, like the world itself was holding its breath.
I didn’t speak. Not yet. I let the wind pass over me, ruffling the edges of my tunic, whispering through the trees as if the leyline was waiting to see what I would do next.
Finally, I turned.
“Gather everyone,” I said to the scout who’d found the body. “Bastain’s tent. Ten minutes.”
He nodded, pale and shaking, and vanished into the woods like a shade.
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